Brains!

I've had things to write about...I just haven't been able to write more then one or two sentences about them. I'm not sure why this is. So here they are:

The things I remember, are illusions, maybe they were the reality back then, but now I'm just reminded of all the things that rubbed me the wrong way.

Seeing you cry wasn't as scary or strange as I thought it was going to be. Maybe its because you sort of brought it on yourself. But still its a raw pink mark set into stone. The vulnerable spot does exist.

About the tapes I'm transcribing. It's a UCLA extension class from 2002 on cultural resources. They had a panel of southern California Native American's tell their stories etc. However although I'm torn up about what to do with Native American sites, and most of the time I lean toward complete protection, its a tough call. But the point is, that these three guys, who have all the rights in the world to believe what they believe, and so much experience, and so much knowledge I will never know about the abuses of Indian rights, didn't really get across much during this panel. In other words its one of those discussions where all parties arguments were presented in such a flawed manner, that it probably produced really bad stereotypes about each party, and misunderstanding and interpretation. They let their deserving anger and frustration get the best of them...discredits their important points in my opinion.
But in the end, the Indian's have been shit on so much by almost every other group of humans, that I'm willing to let them have whatever they want. However now the problem is that the new generations could care less about their ancestry and are making it harder everyday to protect sacred sites from untrained anthropologists and other such nincompoops that have gone down in quality. It's really a bad situation, and no one seems to care I think mostly because no one knows. I mean do you remember learning anything about present day Indian's and their issues in any part of your public education, atrocious.
-okay that was more then two sentences, and way to unorganized, and I could go on and on, but I think it would turn into a paper, and I ain't writing no papers.