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Monthly Archives: April 2010

A Sunday Day will attend a Pow Wow in Delta to show a co worker friend from the SPCA Surrey Cat Care about what a Pow wow is like because she really does not know. She wants to know. I said to her yesterday when I spoke to finalize the plan to meet her, I will bike to the place if the weather is good weather: it is sunny and clear, gray and clear or drive the car if it rains. Yesterday I stayed over at Wendy’s place in Vancouver. On Friday, she and I worked on a dvd face cover. It took a lot of time to find out how it worked. I slept very well on Friday night, which is good. She had a blues guitar lesson on Saturday at l p.m. Before I left, she said, to stop by the Carnegie Theatre where the lesson took place. I said, okay.

I had to leave to view an artist’s show at the Leighdon Gallery in Vancouver on W. 3rd Street and Columbia. The show was good. I made it just in time before it closed, actually at closing time. For some reason the owner of the gallery let me view the pictures in just the right amount of time. Actually on my way to look for the gallery, I became lost. I thought, it must be located at Emily Carr Art School on Granville Island, but it was not. I biked all the way to Granville area. W. 3rd Avenue  just stopped. A little beyond Granville, I saw an art gallery in the area. I decided to ask the man who managed the gallery for directions. He was kind enough to show me where it was. He was very good about it. So I figured if it so happens I don’t make it, then I don’t make it. I’ll travel to Vancouver again during the week to look at the show. Back tracking on my way to the search for the gallery on W. 3rd Street, I ran into a bike consortium. A group of people were cleaning with biodegradable soap and tuning up the bikes. Also, information was given out by donation at a table set up: maps, brochures for bike palooza in June, bike patches and a vegetarian cookie. All this was a donation. A real good deal for a low income person. The people who managed this were very kind too. I said I would return to the bike corner after I did my errand, which was to view the art work. After the bike’s bath, the guy who checked my bike out recommended I get the spokes corrected at the Pedal Depot, which straightens out tire warps on metal tire wheels. Also, he recommended to get new brake cables. He said the spokes to straighten would cost about $15, which isn’t too bad a cost, unlike $50.00, which is a lot of money to spend. He indicated my bike was not in such great shape. I knew it wasn’t. I thanked him for at least trying. It is great to have machinery analyzed like that. It is not often I am able to obtain any kind of technical expertise to improve my bike’s machinery.

After the bike was cleaned and checked, I biked to the Carnegie Centre to check out the blues lesson. I was afraid to go in and observe but the teacher didn’t mind it. He let me sit in. He even offered to let me use the guitar and play chords. I tried. I know basic chords, but I haven’t practiced them in 25 years. The riff he taught was difficult and would take time to learn but that was okay. At the end he wrapped it up. He reviewed the history of the blues, guitar players and period of the time. He played some blues songs that some people liked in the class. He talked about Robert Johnson. I inserted something about Stop Breakin Down song. The teacher played it. I sang it softly, but then the teacher noticed that I could sing it. He let me sing it in full volume. I turned it on. I know it but I don’t practice it a lot, so the words aren’t memorized. I did a good job! I know I did. I asked him about the Willie Dixon song, The Hoochie Coochie Man. I sang the song, but inserted woman into man. It was real fun. He invited me to sing at the final Wednesday night of the class this coming week with the students. I said yes, I will attend and sing those two songs. It made me happy. It makes me happy because I know those songs and I can sing them well in my alto voice. To be invited like that means I’m included, which is fun and positive because I am not always included among people. Yesterday, Saturday was a day of INCLUSION. It’s a great feeling to belong to a club with people, the bike and the blues music circles.


It was so blue and clear an hour ago, but now it grayed over. Oh! Hurry sun return back. The sun returned blue and became warmer by ll:30 a.m.

Lately been working on paper works for various projects.

I like to view birds and take their pictures. This bird had a spotted feather coat with black spots on chest. I didn’t notice until I uploaded the picture that the bird has a black patch on front of it’s chest.  It has red on it’s head.  Do not view many birds like this during winter. The small swallow birds returned. Mark says swallows send out a scout to scout the place out for the rest of the swallows.  I can tell if a bird is a swallow. It’s small, grayish and flies fast, dips in and out, all over the place.


Food Inc.-Saw a documentary last night, Food Inc. directed by Robert Kenner on PBS about the food industry in the U.S., how the food corporations control the U.S. federal government in regulations. The documentary confirmed for me what happens about food, food corporations and other corporations in the U.S., which I heard about through stories here and there in the news. The documentary broke down the food chain and explained information from the farmers’ point-of-view: chicken houses, beef and milk, farmers, and other individuals affected by the system such as salmonella. The documentary illustrated the process of how beef is prepared for the public to eat, where beef cows are kept to prepare for slaughter and how meat is grounded in the market. The cows are kept in huge corrals, squeezed together. The worse scenario of this is when some cows stand up, they are surrounded by their own feces to their knees. Another scene showed the run off of feces with water onto land, which I suspect is when/where/why the outbreaks of salmonella happens with lettuces and other vegetables.

Two major scenes were intercut into all of this. A woman’s child died from salmonella poisoning. The mother of this child visited her Congress person or Food Administration office to complain about her child’s death, but not anything was done. She was saddened and frustrated by her lack of justice within the system. The other scene, showed a farmer who seemed to be independent of the food corporations. He raised chickens, had milk cows and raised cows for beef. His chickens had a lot of space to move around in. His cattle ate grass, had a lot of range to move and eat in. It looked for more sanitary than the beef houses, huge corrals which had a 1,000 cows it seems. That farmer said that he would not exchange places with the other farmers with contracts with the major food corporations. Most of the farmers with contracts with the food corporations turned down the filmmaker’s request to interview because they were not allowed since they did not want to get terminated or experience whatever negative consequence. Also, none of the food corporations were interviewed because they did not want to be interviewed.

Never was I too enthused about classic documentary filmmaking, but viewing Food Inc. was  different. My prejudice disappeared because the documentary informed me about a topic I am very interested in. The documentary showed me how food corporations in the U.S are corrupt. I thought, huh, other corporations like uranium and coal mining in the U.S. are as guilty or more corrupt with greed than the food corporations.  Or they must be all equal in corruption.  I read a book about uranium mining in the U.S. called If You Poison Us, Uranium and Native Americans, 1994 by Peter H. Eichstaedt. The book described the truth and how ugly it is. Corporations and the U.S. federal government worked together for their interests and do not care if people die, a warped contradiction for the “Home of the Free.” Where did the constitution disappear to? Why did the U.S. have a war with England? Many treaties were signed between the U.S. and Native American Nations. Many were broken by the U.S. An agreement is an agreement. A treaty is an agreement? Right? That is what I view in all of this, the tip of the iceberg. I am not a politician, but I am aware of some things.

Will post pictures.  Sorry about that.  No Pictures: The burnt house was shot near the Native Ed Ctre early March 19th on my way to attend the workshop at the Native Ed. Ctre.  Clouds that are gray against a blue sky always signifiy Spring around here, which are dramatic.  More sun breaks seem to happen. More pink blossoms bloom.  Eagle parent of two watch over their nest.  The two eagles returned this year to nest at Strathcona Park. One year I observed that they didn’t return. The eagle at Strathcona Park flew away after being harassed by the crows. He said, “I’ve had enough. I’m leaving.”  Those crows actually peck and nip at him or her.   I saw another eagle’s nest in another tree. The eagles like that park. Since it has been windy lately as today April 8, 10, I wonder how they manage the wind in the trees. Must be cold and very patient about the weather.

One great thing about right now is that I luv Spring’s return! Spring means more heat, light and longer days. I LUV IT!!!!!!!Remember I am a First Nations/Native American from a lowland desert called the Sonoran Desert. Dine’ Native Americans live Northeastern Arizona, Northwestern New Mexico and Southeastern Utah in the high desert where the desert grows sage and pine trees like in Kamloops BC, which has a higher altitude than Phoenix, Arizona.

This is very sad news to hear about Wilma Mankiller who died of pancreatic cancer- I heard her speak at the Native American Journalist Conference in Tulsa, Oklahoma – 2006, which I attended. I am a Dine’ filmmaker. I had heard about her from the news as she was chief of the Cherokee Nation. Not many female Native American women hold positions as leaders/chiefs of their Nations these days such as her, but there could be more women leading such positions. She seemed like a open minded Native American woman had a lot of insight about the world and people. I was very inspired by her speech. After the speech, I walked up to her at the podium and expressed how she inspired to me. I was very impressed. Believe me it takes a lot to impress me.
Hearing that news mixed with other information lately I felt affected by it.
Soon the two year run to screen The Graffiti will end, but I will create a blog to promote the Graffiti. The Graffiti showed in a few film video festivals.
Conversed with my co-worker at Cat Care SPCA and learned that if person is too much of free thinker the description she expressed, a person will get fired or be told go. Therefore, a whistle blower will get told to go or a person who complains a lot about a place. I replied back, So this is what politics is about.  I can imagine what it’s like in mainstream politics to operate, what would it be like. I probably couldn’t handle it if I knew definitely things were wrong or could be better handled. Why not have the freedom to speak up? I thought in my brain, I need to start my own business. Actually I have been thinking about this for years. I have ideas, but to DO IT is it. I have enough management experience and skills to actually do it. What I mean is I observe myself maybe too much in that I think or over think about things to do. In turn, it “censors” me out from doing it. A person can scare her/himself from doing stuff. I am aware of this. However, in my life there are issues that need to be resolved first before I give my all to start my business.  I work it out slowly to attain it like attending those workshops for a non-profit organization in March at the Native Ed. Ctre. Actually that same censorship of myself happened at 24 during 1974 when I decided to travel alone to Mexico, Centro America and South America. I am a traveller you know. I remember my mother expressing: You don’t even know the Espanol language! You don’t even know the countries. I said I don’t care. I’m going to still do it.(Travel down south from Arizona.) I knew knowing Espanol would help theoretically, but at the same time, the want to go and travel was so great it provided the motivation.   Guess what? I did it. I travelled down South from AZ for 4 l/2 months which is a long time to be away from Estados Unidos (United States) and not even know the Espanol language. Was I naive. Yes, but I don’t regret it. I regret not being able to converse in the Espanol language. I learned many things from the travel trip: how these countries Mexico, Centro America and South America are so different economically and culturally from the U.S., although they are apart of the New World like US and Canada. These countries have Indigenous people like US and Canada.