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2017-09-18 01:45 pm


So happy, so happy...I've copied and pasted this from a post on DW--it worked for me. If you dont know about Semagic, its a little program that makes posting to a blog easier, it saves automatically so you never loose a post, its easy to insert usernames, etc.

"Okay so you want to set up your Semagic for Dreamwidth.

Fire up your Semagic program.

Uncheck the remember password and auto login if they're checked. You can tick the boxes again later. But to get Dreamwidth on Semagic you need those unchecked for right now.

Go up to the top of the interface and click on File.

Then click server settings.

A box ahould pop up.

Dreamwidth is not on the list of servers, so you'll have to add it manually. (ACTUALLY I FOUND IT IN THE DROP DOWN LIST)

In the server box, highlight whatever is there and delete.

Type in

Leave the port number as is.

Leave the path number as is.

Type in your Dreamwidth username and password into the boxes.

The API should be for LiveJournal.

The secure password box should be checked.

Hit okay.

Exit the program and restart.

Your name should be on the drop down list of usernames, but if it's not; type your Dreamwidth username and password into the sign in boxes, and check remember password if you don't want to have to type it in every time. Or auto login if you want to login into Dream width first when you start the program.

Then click the log in button, and you should be all set to go.

This is the method I used to get Dreamwidth on Semagic.

I hope this helps:)

I have no clues about troubleshooting problems with the program.

I reckon you'd have to go to the LJ community and ask for help there.

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2017-08-29 11:08 am
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Hare in the Moon for this week


Thanks to restrictive Saturn turning forward in Sagittarius last Friday, life will slowly begin to move ahead more easily and some persistent roadblocks will melt away. That said, Mercury is still retrograde until September 5th,making it important for you to double check all contracts, agreements and plans before giving the go ahead. Keep telling yourself not to make any important decisions until the dust from the eclipse has settled and that could be around the Equinox on September 21st. Now is the time to gather a supportive team together ahead of fast moving events in early October when you will be the lynchpin around which everything revolves.

Coaching tip: Preparation is everything.
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2017-04-30 09:37 am
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Just took a photo of our lovely may pole in the backyard, its sparkly and tall, all the way up into the sea grape. I loved doing the "old-school" Beltane last night, all the classics including the may pole, jumping a bonfire, clooties, circle at twilight, etc. So surprising there were people who had never done a may pole! That is somewhat embarrassing, since Beachfyre does Beltane every damn year, and these are not new members! I guess we all needed time off from the gender polarity aspect...Thanks to Orion and his emphasis on magnetic and electric, I phrased the may pole (and the whole Beltane seasonal energy) in those terms. No deities called last night, just wasnt feeling it, and we almost didnt call the quarters either. But then [personal profile] coraltran was here, and everyone in the coven loves the way he calls Center, so there we were.

So special to have [personal profile] coraltran and [personal profile] pandie in our Beltane circle!! I am really so blessed with Beachfyre. Except I may have to scold the coveners a bit--they left without the kitchen being cleaned up...After spending the entire day yesterday in prep, literally from waking up until after people is not sustainable for me to then have another hour of cleaning after people leave at 11:30pm. Not when we host almost every ritual. But they helped some, and we had lots of fun, and I'm fine now...I just know I will resent that if it happens too often.

This morning I woke up after dreaming of a baby boy, I was changing his diaper this time...and this is the third morning in a row I have woken up dreaming of a baby boy. The first time he had one brown eye and one blue eye! The second night he was hungry and neglected. :( Cristina and family are starting up Baby Project, the Sequel, in May at some point, and it cant come soon enough cause there are spirits flying around looking for a place to land.

Today is a quiet day, thank the gods. The house is mostly clean and the backyard is still buzzing...I have some grading to do but not much else. Need to take the dog for a long walk, she hasnt had much attention of that kind lately...and check in with S who is driving all the way over here to fix something thats gone wrong at his condo, poor buddy. But after the bustle of yesterday, I'm looking forward to some time with my plants and not much else today. Happy start of summer, everyone!
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2017-04-27 07:28 pm


Has anyone figured out a way to do DW on their phone?
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2014-04-28 05:53 am

SAAs Austin

What a whirlwind! George Bey said last night as we were waiting to get picked up for dinner that every meeting has its own personality...and we agreed that this years SAAs was all about networking. Everyone seemed to be meeting with other people, and I felt like every archaeologist I know was in Austin. Apparently it was nearly 5000 people, so one of the largest ever. I had a lot of fun and some really important professional stuff happened, so I'm going to try and put some of that down here.Read more... )
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2013-12-02 09:28 am
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Monday morning gratitudes

So much to be thankful for.

Driving to school in the morning with Cyrus and his Monday gratitudes
New music downloaded over the weekend
An amazing birthday celebration weekend
Seership energy flowing for main ritual this weekend
The last week of classes at school
My birthday cucumber which will turn into pickles today
A very quiet office
Slow but discernible progress on the book edits
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2013-11-09 10:14 am
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FPG highlights

Just a couple of things I don't want to forget...the drive up on Wed afternoon was hilarious, Ody and Robert made it a lot of fun plus I napped and read lovely supportive texts from my friends re the craziness of TZ.

Of course arriving at camp and hanging out was glorious as always... We arrived at sunset and saw the lake... That night I dreamt of teaching people and telling them about a dream I had (the dream within a dream thing). Plus all the folks were black people, which usually means the Orisha are at work in my brain.

I woke up Thur with a strong feeling Oshun was watching over me. I got the big beeswax candle out that I brought for Oshun and lit it. I brought it since She came through very strongly twice this week when I was having sex with Mic. Then I remembered that I had a super fun lunch with Dr. C and a new black faculty member on the first day TZ cancelled our date (kind of the beginning of the end). And then I saw Rayne again at the beach (first time in many months). Any way, I think Oshun was all around this week pulling me away from a bad situation and offering sweet distractions.

And then She gave me a present here at FPG but that's another post!

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2013-09-14 12:39 pm
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rivers and flowing and growing

As usual if I think too much about trying to catch up on my journaling I start to freeze up, so I'm just diving in.

Yesterday I stayed in the hotel room all day and finished a writing project. Its a chapter for a festschrift in honor of a woman who has contributed a lot to gender studies in Mesoamerica--she is someone I have had a love/hate relationship with as she is really temperamental. But I was invited, and decided to go...they want the chapters now to make into a book in time to present it to her in Mexico City in Dec. Felt like a lot of pressure to say something MEANINGFUL but then since I'm not really so invested in her I just had to get it done. So big push this past week to finish the conference paper which I gave on Thursday, and then the chapter which I finished yesterday. Whew. The writing in a hotel room thing works again. After I sent the file yday afternoon I met my friends who are here at the conf in the hotel bar for a drink...Matthew and Amara, they are lots of fun. I only know about 6 people at this conference so its nice, I can skip most things and just go to a few that I really want to see. Left the bar and had a great wander around the Quarter (we are in the Hotel Monteleone for the conference, since its a smaller one.) Beautiful place. Felt my spirit guides leading me here and there, and asking for a cigar (tobacco spirit is really tugging at me lately) and the next place I saw was a cigar shop with guys hand-rolling! I bought one and then Amara texted that I should join them at their super elite leaders of the conf dinner, which turned out to be just another group of 6 geeky historians having Italian food. It was nice and then we wandered to hear music in Frenchman's Alley since we were so close. Caught a great brass band in the club [ profile] greenwapiti and I visited some time recently. I got to dance a bit (it was crowded) and again my spirits were happy.

I'm sure coming to New Orleans so soon after the seership retreat is all connected in some way...And I know there is a river connection, since this is one of my major river mojo places and the retreat was right next to the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac--we even went down to see their actual meeting point. Lots of river energy in my life in the last few years. I asked Oshun to make Herself known, so duh!

At noon a bunch of Mardi Gras Indians will be visiting the conf to talk about their work! With geeky historians in tow, squee!

My re-entry to Miami post retreat was mostly good--I felt balanced and maintained that balance, mostly. Every time I do some deep spiritual work it feels very balancing to my otherwise heavy emphasis on the life of the mind. Had three meetings one day which I have decided is one too many for anyone, especially me, post deanliness. So I promised myself I will try to decline that third meeting invite when it comes up. Saw Morgan for breakfast one morning which helped me stay balanced, and time with Cy was good, as always. On Monday after school he was smoking pot in his room and I told him that was not cool on a school day. Tues night he did the same thing, so Wed morning he was busted and given a bunch of chores to do, purchases postponed until he got a bit more on top of things. He always gets very embarrassed and sheepish, so its not a hard conversation, but it worries me. I brought a little seership to the situation and asked him if he could see that the spirit of the plant had a role in this experience too--its not just about his ability to do what he wants or not, the spirit of pot is calling him...he agreed although I'm not sure how much he really got it. In any case he didn't use again before I left but then of course, I left...hopefully all went well on thur night. He is cleared to smoke on the weekend if he wants, so I guess I will get a report when I get back. Sigh.

The other interesting news item from the week is that the Mexicans/INAH issued a press release about the 3 objects we returned to them. UM decided not to do the same, since we think 1 of them is a big fat fake, and well other legal issues are in play. Many of my colleagues have been posting on Fbk and writing the Lowe "informing" us the stela is a I have been writing them privately to say, yeah we know, but the Mexicans wanted it back. My Mexican friends are writing nice emails of thanks. But now the AP has run a story and so the University is preparing an official response, which has to go from media to the Lowe Director, to me, to the legal department...Mostly the colleagues I know well are being very cool when I contact them privately and say, hey, lets back up for a moment and let the Mexicans have a moment. Social media definitely changes the way this has all played out.
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2013-08-14 10:36 am
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Salem adventures

So I was last in Salem in 1992 or so...cut for awesomeness )
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2013-08-01 02:07 pm
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adventures with ex-Mormons

Dear Dr. Ardren,
My name is Zachary Lien. I am a seventeen year old student from Boise, Idaho. I am currently compiling a project together of responses from notable Mesoamerican experts on a subject that I am curious on. I know you are a busy man, so I hope not to take up too much of your time.
I am an Ex-Mormon. Up until a year ago, I had been a Mormon my entire life. I left after some deep thought on the actions of the church and the historicity of the Book of Mormon. However, it seems that whenever I discuss the historical authenticity of the Book of Mormon with members of the church they have claims of notable PhD’s who have proven the historical accuracy of the Book. Although they cannot name them, they trust the findings of these men with dedicated faith.
My question to you would be: What is your opinion is on the historical authenticity of the Book of Mormon? I hope you do not feel uncomfortable answering because it relates to religious matters. I asked an American history professor from Hesston College about the same subject in person and he was too busy to answer at the moment, so he gave me his email and challenged me to ask other experts as well. Upon research, I found your name as an expert on Mesoamerican history. This is why I hope to get a response from you, because you are very knowledgeable and experienced on the subject of Mesoamerican history.
All in all, I hope you are able to enlighten me on the question: What is your opinion on the historical authenticity of the Book of Mormon?
Some of the biggest claims in the Book of Mormon are as follows:
-In 600 B.C a family from Jerusalem sailed to what is now Central America and began a civilization there. This civilization split up into “Nephites” and “Lamanites” and after centuries of war the Lamanites were the last alive.
-Lamanites are the primary ancestors of Native Americans
-Nephites and Lamanites initially spoke Hebrew when they arrived in Mesoamerica. Over centuries, the linguistics evolved into what Native Americans speak today.
-And much more

Thank you for taking the time to read this email and I hope you are able to give a response that will enlighten me. I will be emailing other professors, too, but I absolutely anticipate yours.

Zachary Lien
Boise, Idaho

Dear Zachary,

I appreciate your critical eye and interest in finding accurate depictions of history. I am not an expert in the Book of Mormon, but as an expert in Mesoamerican history, I can say that the Book of Mormon is not seen as an accurate depiction of ancient Mesoamerican history by me, or by the vast majority of people in my academic field. Like all spiritual texts, the BoM is not, and should not be used as, an historical study. It is faith based, and its significance is as a spiritual text of great meaning to Mormons.

All spiritual texts should be understood as having almost no historical accuracy—not the Bible, or the Koran, or the teachings of Buddha…it simply isn’t important for faith based texts to record historical facts in the same manner as academic historical research.

In particular, on your question of whether a family from Jerusalem arrived in Central America circa 600 BC—there is no scientific proof, or even circumstantial proof of this. No serious academic in my field (anthropological archaeology) believes this to have occurred. There are a number of archaeologists from Brigham Young University who work in Mesoamerica, and they do not discuss this idea in professional academic venues, although I cannot comment on what they might say in private. Furthermore, there is overwhelming evidence that the people who inhabited Central America around 600BC were the direct cultural and genetic descendants of the original inhabitants who migrated into the New World around 14,000 BC (or earlier). The evidence is continuity of genetic connections between Native Americans and modern populations in Asia, linguistic connections, and continuous traditions in material culture. Many Native Americans take great offense at the idea that the accomplishments of the ancient states of the New World might be the result of people from the Middle East rather than their own.

Good luck with your quest for the truth. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the BoM as an instrument of faith. But it’s a poor excuse for a history book.


Traci (a woman, not a man)

Traci Ardren, PhD
Chair, Department of Anthropology
University of Miami
Coral Gables, Florida 33124
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2013-07-26 11:25 pm
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My dream this morning--Oshun comes closer

After first wake up and before getting out of bed I had a very vivid dream that I was co-adopting twin infants with two other women. I knew the women but they aren't people I know/recognize in this life, both were darker skinned. Both had some connection to Belize and the name Belmopan came up (that's the capital of Belize). One of the babies (9 months old or so) noticed someone doing martial arts and I told her that her father was a martial artist and in the dream I knew I meant her biological father and that Mic would also be their father. This baby and I could communicate and I was just showing the other moms how advanced this baby was when I woke up. I was overjoyed in the dream--to be adopting baby girls and to be adopting with these women.

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2012-08-05 11:24 am
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Thank the gods we have Lughnasa scheduled for today. Been slipping into a strange sadness about life... Relationships issues loom so large sometimes it doesn't seem possible to work them all out... Just adrift. Hopefully turning to the sabbat today will shift the energy.

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2012-07-21 04:43 am
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Happy Happy, Prague Prague!!!

All time favorite city in Europe, times 1000%.

Wow, I have a lot to catch up on here.

General impressions--the city smells like onions frying in butter, its so much more Slavic than Wein and by Slavic I mean cool. Where Wein is Germanic, clean, punctual, everything is modern, there isnt a bit of chipping paint or dirt anywhere, Praha is recovering from colonialism, rough on the edges, sooty here and there, much more colorful (as in literally lots of colors). It appeals to my visual nature. I like how large the men are here, although the biker look is very popular, unfortunately. The food is as I remembered it, and pretty similar to Wein, beer, beer, beer and meat...although here there are the odder things like sauerkraut pancakes, BLACK beer (not odd just wonderful), lots of fried cheese with different herbs. Not as much cabbage as I remember, I guess when you join the EU you dont have to eat as much cabbage.

The street where my dad and I stayed with our fictive kin turns out to be the kings processional, Nerudova, the only street up to the palace. Every single street level building has now been turned into a restaurant or souvenir shop--I doubt my adoptive family still lives here. When my dad and I were here we had a hard time finding a restaurant anywhere, much less a hotel. Now this place is like the French Quarter...but thats cool, its still quieter than Old Town and so beautiful and I'm all for the Czechs making a fast buck. Seriously, it is still incredibly beautiful below the palace. Deeply emotional walking back and forth where I was with my dad, miss him tons, but he would be happy that we are here and the boys too.

Okay, a few highlights. Tues we arrived after a 5 hour train ride from Wein to find that the hotel I had reserved a room in and paid for through Expedia, would not give us a room! They claimed I had only reserved a double whereas I was sure I reserved a double with a roll-away, which was what the hotel told me to do when I called many months back. They wanted to move us to another hotel, much farther away, where we would have to pay extra. What a disaster! As I got online and on the phone with Expedia, I saw that this was a current scam in a few places here, so I became less inclined to deal with the original hotel at all. Total clusterfuck, but 3 hours later we ended up a few doors down, in a much nicer place, with a bigger more beautiful room and very friendly staff. The girl at the front desk (who shared a birthday with Morgan) was literally the nicest Czech-Irish princess and saved us from the scoundrels up the hill. We tried to joke about it, but we were all so wiped, it was a bit of a crash landing. Eventually got some very decent food across the street and had my first black Pilsner Urquell.

Apparently part of recovering from Communism is scamming--we were warned by travel guides and our bus tour guy not to take taxis or talk to the police. Apparently government employees also very corrupt. Add to that list certain hoteliers.

From there everything has been perfect, although yesterday Morgan had the Mexican death flu that I brought home. Cyrus had it in Wein, and Morgan was down all day yday. Luckily, part of the Czech Irish princesses magic was she sold us a room with a roll away, and then decided we would be more comfortable in two rooms, so she gave us that deal for only 10 Euros more...Morgan got his own room as an early birthday present. Perfect for the 17 year old Cancerian. So while he was sleeping all day yday, and Cy had asked for a nothing day, I wandered to the Mucha Museum on my own and through Old Town and into this amazing pub right near our hotel. I saw the pub the day before when we went to the Alchemy Museumwhich is in a 16th century building where English alchemist Edward Kelley lived, and has a small and not very professional exhibit on alchemy (too much text!) but a rocking recreation of a medieval alchemy lab in the attic at the top of the tower! Super cool and creepy. Anyway, the pub is also decorated like a witch's cottage/alchemists lab, and is mostly in the second basement of this likewise medieval era building...people bring their dogs in to pubs, they smoke (eww), sit and take their time over a beer and/or food...this place was the best find so far.

I have been shopping a lot--luckily things are inexpensive. Found a new garnet ring the first day, bought Morgan a piece of amber dyed blue-green that he likes for a birthday present, little pysanky eggs and Mucha art, etc etc! Even found a mineral store yesterday and bought a piece of moldavite for [ profile] crichtons_drd. Its never done much for me, but I know the rock hound types really like it. Our hotel has a really beautiful garden patio and an apple tree grows over into it from the neighbors garden. I've spent time up there twice and yday afternoon did some seership work, which was very powerful (separate post). We took a bus tour the first day and it was cool to see parts of Prague I had not seen on foot--the bus is too large to go into Mala Strana or Old Town or Josefov, which are all places I explored with my dad and have returned to on foot. the bus tour guide grew up in Chicago, but is Czech, we talked a bit about the different waves of Czech immigration to the US. Speaking of tours, the most common language I hear from tourists is German, followed closely by Mexican Spanish! So cool and funny...Obama needs to pay attention, the Latin Americans are vacationing in Europe which is just another indication that their economy is one of the few thats not in the shitter. Also many Japanese, Indians, and a few Americans, mostly college students. Many, many tourists, much more so than Wein, although May is the peak month so I'm glad we missed that. Wenscenslas Square was literally like being in Disney many people. Of course the weather is perfect, so thats part of it. The boys are both healthy and rested, so we are off to the Museum of Communism (their choice) in Old Town now, with a swing by the bakery near there for more kolaches.
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2012-07-13 04:38 pm
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Miami, briefly

Another drive back from Yaxuna on Wed afternoon and Mic kindly picked me up. Morgan was out, but the rest of us spent some time clothes shopping as Cyrus had only two pairs of pants and Vienna will be chilly. Florida boy!!

Burgers that night were tasty but may have contributed to my post Mexico stomach troubles...seems to be impossible to prevent. Mic even had distilled water for me, still took the hit!

This had meetings with the Dean and the Provost--playing with the big boys. Luckily I had a nice bottle of tequila for the Dean and he only wanted to give me hints for the Provost meeting. Was nice to hear about his trip to Greece, even if it was depressing to see so much of his family out of work.

Meeting with the Provost also went well, seems I may be brokering a transfer of Little Salt Springs to Sarasota County from UM. This has been the back up plan for a year, but now it's happening. Kind of huge but I trust the County to be good stewards, prob better than UM...and pivoting on my stone means helping protect ancient sites in whatever way I can.

On the long taxi to take off now for the ICA meetings in Vienna. Cy and Morgan are seated behind me which makes me sooooo happy. We have 4 days in Vienna and then 4 in Prague, lots of good ancestral energy all around. Have a tshirt of my dads, my baby Ellegua, and a pretty open schedule.

Still feeling very centered and renewed from Yucatan.

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2012-07-07 05:43 pm
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On the road back to Yaxuna from a 24 hour trip to Merida. The grad students who showed up to help with my artifact analysis really wanted to see the new Spiderman, and I needed to drop off letters at INAH, so we went in yday.

Last tues I took the teens back to Miami, there was great rejoicing that all went well and I exhaled.

Wed morning I got on a plane back to Cancun and got a new small rental car, headed back to Yaxuna. Joe, the UM student who has been with me the whole time was there along with three grad students--one is a member of the Xuenkal project, the others were there to help.

Thus we worked from 7am to midnight on artifact analysis. Fri Joe and I worked until we all left for Merida at 2. Now we are headed back for more--lots done, still more tho.

Fri morning I visited with my friend In Yaxuna, Deysi. It's great that she and her husband are so well. Last night I started back on the Landa paper for Vienna...running out of time to get it ready!

All in all, very satisfying research time this summer, on many levels.

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2012-06-29 04:05 pm

thoughts on a campaign poster

On Sunday, everything will change in Mexico. There will be a new president, a new governor of Yucatan, new mayors of all the towns and counties, new senators, etc. Everything is “pura politica” right now, that moment of overwhelming craziness right before the day people get their thumb inked and vote. Actually, according to the paper I bought, today is the last day anyone can openly campaign before the election, and by the way, no alcohol can be sold the day before, the day of, and the day after. So there.

Most of the campaign ads are not much more than floating heads and slogans, nearly all very pale Mexicans in pressed white shirts. The have names like Raul and Orlando, and Spanish surnames. The only campaign poster that is any different in this area is a PRI poster that shows the young tele-novella handsome candidate hugging a short brown woman with long curly hair. She is clearly not Yucatecan, but that’s not the point—this is probably their generic “southern Mexico” poster, since you might meet someone like her in Veracruz. They are both laughing hysterically, perhaps at the bizarre situation of this Hollywood style rich Mexican touching a brown skinned woman, perhaps at the oddity of elections in Mexico, perhaps at the nervousness they both might feel in that moment. Pena Nieto (the tele-novella candidate) is both laughing and recoiling from the woman, clearly afraid she will sweat or soil his very white guayabera—you can see on his face, despite the photoshopping, that he is uncomfortable.

Anyone can see that the curly haired woman is meant to be indigenous, or at least more indigenous than Pena Nieto, and that his embrace is symbolic of his care and concern for the original people of his country. Here in small villages full of impoverished campesinos who speak little Spanish, the PRI is trying hard to sell a message of beneficent paternalism—the whole thing they were brought down for two election cycles ago, they have spun and are selling as care for the poor, who have been abandoned, they claim, by those who want to modernize Mexico. So okay, the poster is supposed to convey care for the 99%, but what does care for the poor mean? It can mean a lot of things, and when a rich Mexican embraces a dark skinned woman it can mean even more. I don’t think I’m the only one to read this poster in a highly sexualized way—I mean could there be any more explicit reference to the source of Mexico’s bi-polar attitude about itself? The rich guy and the indigenous woman? Really? That’s the way we are still talking about how care is demonstrated, who gets to care and how, on what terms it is accepted, etc? The only way to hammer this home any harder is if she were to feed him a tortilla or something. Maybe this is actually the ultimate campaign message—no hidden or subliminal references, just the old school racism, sexism, and classism that is familiar and still so deeply embedded in social relations here. Political power is still power, and power is expressed in Mexico in a highly sexualized way. People in the village here are looking for that paternalism, and they get this poster. They will take the old school federal payouts to campesinos and former henequen farmers over the way the PAN ignores the poor in its efforts to race to first world economics. And I think the poster probably works because the indigenous poor are a vulnerable woman in this country of rich men. Kiss me, Chulo!
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2012-06-25 11:54 am
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how much should they know?

Its Friday. Yesterday we spent the day out of the village doing a whole list of things that revolved around picking up my artifacts from Kam at his hacienda. In the morning we went to Chichen Itza before the bus tours arrived, then to the cave at Balancanche. Its hard to tire these boys out…as long as they get to eat frequently and abundantly, they are good to go and go and go. So we headed up to see the hacienda and swim in the cenote…Kam has a small army working on restoring the main house, school house and other buildings. His wife Emily’s drive is over-whelming. She is restoring an 18th century shaker style house in Kent, Ohio where they live _and_ this 19th century hacienda…obviously money is no issue. There are moments when I’m sitting on his beautiful zapote wood dock, looking at the cenote while I wait for his staff to finish cooking lunch for all of us that I think about how to make this collaboration work. But then when his architect from DF, who has been at the hacienda for 7 weeks and worked in the field with Kam for 4 months last spring, asks me if I have a research program going now…me…when we are a stone’s throw from my site…that I realize its not going to work. He isn’t co-director material. He wants it all.

But back to today. I love the days we spend all day in the village and never leave. As long as we have groceries this works, as there simply aren’t some of the things we are used to, or they are so expensive here. Like paper napkins. We don’t need them, but they are damn useful. And not sold here. Or mustard. But the days here have a beautiful pace, where things sort of unfold. They happen or they don’t, there is no trying to fit one more thing into the schedule. This morning I had to go look for the electrician, who lives in the next town over. He is a couple days late to stop by and finish the work we paid him for. This is normal. He is the only electrician for these two towns. So when you need an electrician, you go look for him. He is either at home or not. And he either comes along or not. If not, you try agan another day. I don’t know if this is radically different than my rhythm at home but it feels so very straightforward. Lots of simple goals that are either accomplished or not. After looking for the electrician, I bought clothes line at one little tienda in the village, and bread at another. I went to look for the Comisario, who was not at home. I walked around asking people if they wanted their houses painted green, and got some takers, then visited my friend Deysi on the edge of town. Deysi and her husband Valentin are some of my best friends here, I met Deysi when I was 22 and she was 16, we bonded over hairbrushes and French braids, and have been good friends ever since. She and Valentin were carving wood idolos to sell to vendors who sell them to tourists in Piste (the town next door to Chichen Itza). Its what everyone here does in their free time to make a bit more $.

The boys went to work scrapping off the old paint from a tendejon on the main plaza which the owner would like to have painted green. Don Jose Canul came out to visit, he looks about 75, which is really old here, and told me the tendejobn is no longer a store since he doenst have cash to buy stock. He dosent have cash because he wife got sick and spent a year in the hospital before she died in February. He liked the idea of painting the storefront for a change. I told the boys this story mid-morning when they were getting really hot and sweaty and they nearly cried. I cannot tell you how precious and sweet and boy-like these 17 year olds are. I was a bit of an asshole when I was 17, thought only of myself and getting laid. The boys are soothing my spirit with their kindness. So the scrapping took all morning, until almost 1pm, with one short break for cold cokes. We ate lunch at the campamento and then they painted the doors of a house up the street. Turns out it is te house of a man who was one of our foremen on the archaeological project, Don Benigno or Don Be, who has always been this Yoda-like little dude full of wisdom. Everyone who sees me, even after all these years of just passing through for a few hours or so, wants to talk and reminisce and share in that open way that blows me away about Yaxuna.

So part of the IB requirement that students do a community service project must be for them to get out of their own head, out of their own routine and serve others…I imagine I could find language something like that if I looked on the internet. And I am all down with that, and these 6 boys are walking their talk. But today I protected them from some of the reality of this place—they are grappling with the lack of indoor bathrooms at most houses, the lack of stuff in general, the poverty. They notice friendly people and very dirty streets. I didn’t want them to know about the guy who asked me for work so he could buy shoes for his three kids so they can stay enrolled in primary school, or that our cook is in debt to 4 different predatory banks and may be arrested if she cant make a payment to them, or to see the emaciated puppy dead in the road with its guts hanging out that no one seems to notice. These things, all symptoms of the grinding poverty of rural Mexico/Latin America/the world make me mad. It makes me mad that the political candidates are telling these campesinos to vote for them because the current party in power has forgotten them and things will go back to the way they were if the PRI wins. It makes me mad that politicians are trying to scare people here from voting by telling them there may be armed gangs around on election day. This is the kind of rumor that would not get traction in the US, and in most parts of Mexico people would laugh, but the rural indigenous are victimized so often, that just about any fucking craziness you can imagine has happened and could happen again. It just really sunk in on this trip that in addition to all the other horrendous things that have happened to the Maya of Yucatan, in the mid 19th century the governor of Yucatan (a Barbachano, good to know) sold Maya women, children and men to Cuban sugar plantations. Sold. As in slavery, which was illegal in Mexico after the revolution. And this didn’t stop until the beginning of the 20th century. The 20th century people! How I didn’t know this before is embarrassing—I know I have read about this as the context for the Guerra de Castes, but it didn’t sink in. Too much sorrow. And yet this village still welcomes our goofy asses down here to paint houses and do archeology and buy hand crafts and swim in their cenote. This astounds me. Course they aren’t as welcoming to Mexicans as they are to gringos.

But these sweet, sweet boys can learn some of these things later, maybe when they are in college and older, more cynical, more critical. They are already critical thinkers, but they don’t know the sadness of a life lived in poverty for generations. They are seeing the edges of it, like I did when I first came here so long ago. And despite the social scientist in me, I cant turn off the mom that says that’s probably enough.
rubibees: (ancient bee)
2012-06-25 11:50 am
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arrival in Yaxuna

19 June
We arrived in camp last night just before dark. Flight was fine, full of drunken people headed to Cancun, as such flights usually are…even the 17 year old Crew disapproved—“This is why you don’t drink and fly” one of them said. They are remarkable 17year olds…We couldnt find Joe, my student who arrived an hour earlier in Cancun, but while I was picking up the rental van, he sent me an email. Went wild and turned on roaming for a moment to see if there was news from him, and there was! Soon we had him and piled into our super-sized Town and Country “mini” van and hit the road. This car is much too large and fancy for the village, but it was the only thing that held all 7 of us. We got gas and hit the usual 7-Eleven north of the airport, and the Crew all talked about how much it seemed like Miami, with the Burger Kings, and the Bubba Shrimp Company. Tyler said, its more American than Miami, Miami isn’t American enough for Bubba Shrimp. Its more like Orlando.Read more... )
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2012-03-17 08:23 am

changing the narrative

from dearest [ profile] rio_luna

God Says Yes To Me
Kaylin Haught

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
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2012-01-20 10:40 am

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