George Sessions, my first philosophy teacher talked about Little Big Man - expressing admiration for the book, which I've never experienced, not the movie, which I have.
Last night in fact. I'm a dad with three teen daughters and thus vastly outvoted on movie nites, mostly, but I grabbed the Dustin Hoffman flick off the shelves for the Thanksgiving day weekend and we watched it Thursday evening after getting back home from my mom's where I was mostly good and stayed out of trouble. Got there late, left early, didn't make waves. We had to do the obligatory "what I'm thankful for" thing. But first, she read some little speech she got off the internet that sounded mainly to my ears... blah, blah, yay white people of victorian values, blah blah... So when my turn came, I just said I was thankful for the peace loving natives willing to help out us poor white folk when our very survival was at stake. I heard a fair share of 'amen's around the table, but I sorta missed the "ho"s I'd heard the day before with Rudy. And then we ate and then my family went home and watched images of US Cavalry cavalierily butchering the nit-making licentious red man, woman and child. It was a strange Thanksgiving. For lots of reasons. Most of them you've been overly informed about so no need belaboring the obvious which is - I thought a lot about Indians. When I first came across them in Lila, my immediate impression was wtf? I was looking for metaphysical progress in an new intellectual paradigm, and hopefully news of Chris, instead there's this floozy and a bunch of shiftless indians. wtf indeed. But where do the ways of the East and the ways of the West meet? In the middle of turtle island. That's where. That's where the extremes come together and the middle way is synthesized. An ongoing process that I felt but didn't intellectualize till Bob objectified it for me. Praise his name, it only seems like the ones with SOM, metallurgy and concomitant industrialization dominate. That's just a part of the process which is about over. It doesn't go on forever. Not even as long as the wind blows, the grass grows, and the sky remains blue. Much, much sooner than that, is my prayer. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
