Ishi (the last Yana Indian) has been best memorialized by Native critic Gerald Vizenor, I think, in an essay called "Ishi Obscura." The marvelous first sentence is —"Ishi was never his real name." Ergo my serendipity here, dog-loving as my whole life has been:
Maybe this is only funny to me because I just quit smoking myself (16 days, 11 hours, & 31 minutes ago):
Quitting smoking partly—no, mostly—explains why I've been on a lot of outdoors excursions recently; the most dangerous place for me right now is my formerly smoke-filled (& still smoke-stained) apartment. Car trips are my current salvation.
This is my recent cartoon-blurb add to a graphic found on the 'Net long ago. I think that the Gieco "caveman" commercials are brilliant satires on 1st-world ethnocentrism, on the primitivist ideology that finds all other peoples to be more backwards than the so-called "superior" members of Western Civilization. And I can't help but think of the New World Western discourse regarding the "savage" Native American—who, yes, still exists, and who—like the Geiko Neanderthal coming upon his "caricature" on a poster in an airport—still feels a deep chagrin at very similar contemporary stereotypes.
Scan of a hand-drawn cartoon circa 1991—I think my first wife drew the cartoon (at least the face?), and I wrote the blurb (musta thought I was Rimbaud or somebody at the time).
Outside the Great Plains Art Museum in Lincoln, NE, is this tribute to Lewis & Clark, and to Euro-American colonialism. Beside the figures in the photo above is an Indian kid spreading a U.S. flag—in celebrative mode, apparently.
My photo of a Bald Eagle in a Lincoln, NE zoo. (Cartoon "balloon" added w/ Comic Life 1.3.)
This is my version of the popular t-shirt/poster slogan (replacing an armed Geronimo & company with Tatanka Iyotanka [Sitting Bull].)
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