Wounded, Old, and Lecherous

My hips hurt. They hurt a lot. I've been doing too much (for them) even though it's not nearly enough (for me).

I basically just want to take three tramadol and ignore the problem and Get Shit Done at very high speeds. Which is bad for the bursitis.

Talk to me, Internets, for I feel the urge to push the Big Red That Was Stupid button rise within me...

This sort of thing is why they all look so doleful.

As reasons to get up in the morning go, new purple sneakers are not bad :-)

1) I am in Austin

2) As is Rayne.

3) Travel did not wreck my hips.

4) It is warm here.

5) It is currently early here.

6) Penzey's is on for 1 pm tomorrow.

7) Is there anyone who can nip out to Leander for Rayne for the aforementioned Penzey's trip? I don't think Robyn is so interested, which leaves her rideless.

8) I have coffee.

9) I must now do physio.

10) This? Is all.

Saved for today:



Morning, all. I'm feeling way better. You?

But while acknowledging that I am in no way entitled to be educated, I do have a request for information, and would be very grateful for any offered.

I've been thinking about Native issues recently, and having various discussions about them, and about Canadian Culture in general, one of which led to the question: What is the "Matter Of Canada?"

Which is a question I'd definitely appreciate and enjoy discussion and speculation on in comments!

But my immediate questions are about this: this led to me thinking about Founding People and the customary distinction between the Inuit and other First Nations and wondering about a thing that had never struck me as odd before and now suddenly does:

My reading and my studies - which are fairly broad but not necessarily concentrated or in-depth, but it's been an ongoing interest from elementary school visits to UBC up to grad seminars on Aboriginal Religion - so I know a fair bit about First Nations Art and Worldview, a decent smattering of history, small not always joined-up bits about contemporary activism and politics, and apparently much less than I ought to about geography - have left me with the impression that Pre-Contact there was a sort of "population stripes" thing happening, where running East to West you have Native tribes sort of strung out like beads, each one in some degree of contact, friendly or hostile or varied, and Inuit groups overlapping in their territory, and then up the West Coast you get the overlap effect again, but not a whole lot of North-South contact anywhere else, and a sort of Great Big Empty Stripe between the two population bands.

Looking at this map this appears not to be quite right, but I'm still seeing sort of populations in ribbons:



So, yeah. In my head, based on what I recall of my various studies, trade, visiting, intermarriage, language drift, etc, seems to run sort of like this:



With the arrow at the end representing the circumpolar trade routes, and the more southern tribes having strong connections running down into what is now the US.

So is this actually a fairly accurate representation of Pre-Contact inter-tribal contact?

If so, any speculations on why it was so?

If not, any speculations on why in Native Studies the Pre- and to a degree the Post- contact world seems to be presented that way? Is it a question of certain groups being emphasised and others downplayed, or a consequence of the Settler tendency to classify Canada as made up of connections running East to West, not North to South, or something else?

Or is it not actually presented that way and my impression is just the luck of what courses I took or even just an interpretation my own brain made, that I then never really came across - or, not being alert to it, noticed - any confounding evidence of?

girlpearl sent me ANGRY PEARLS.
So I iconed.



Please feel free to use this icon, giving whatever blame credit seems due to me.

*still looking up stuff about bursitis*:

"Ok. Muscle, Muscle, IT band, bursa, lemur... waitaminute..."

Percoset is interesting stuff: I don't feel especially stoned, but I just found my dirty socks neatly placed in my wastepaper bin.

I am still feeling sort of resentfully self-pitying: this doesn't really need anything done about it as it will go away on its own as soon as a) the immediate acute pain is enough under control that I can start treating this and seeing results and b) my LIFE is enough under control that I can get that under way.

Meanwhile a few days of slightly doped whinging is, frankly, probably a bit therapeutic. And it does in fact seem more than slightly dodgy that I've been virtuously doing what you are SUPPOSED to do for fibro and scoliosis, to wit: work hard, work (mindfully) through the pain, exercise, build up muscle, etc, and it's been basically scouring the surface of my hip joint into a spongy burning flaming mess.

Thank you all for your love and your good advice. I'm reading it all and paying attention and storing it all away.

In other news Herself is out of hospital and established downstairs; we hope to have her back in her own home by the weekend. I'm not going out of my way to be cryptic here, only wanting to respect her privacy while letting those who know her situation know what's going on.

She would enjoy visitors while she is here. Also, Family Dinner is happening, but we'll be even more grateful than usual if you can bring stuff. Or we may do pizza, who knows?

Stolen from the excellent wordweaverlynn

Pick up the nearest book to you.
Turn to page 45.
The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

I am reading both Thud and Third Girl, but Thud appears to have gone off somewhere again:

"Their relations are distinguished."