What Story Can I Tell?

“The Plains and Pacific Coast Indians ranged over larger expanses of land in their search for plants, animals, and shelter to meet their needs, and adopt seasonal homes to take advantage of natural bounty of different areas during different times of the year. Their movements were directed by natural events such as annual salmon spawning... Continue Reading →

Memories of a Living Movement

“What, after all, is an animal worth, or a mountain, or a redwood tree, or an hour of human life? The market gives us a numerical answer based on scarcity and demand. To the degree that we believe that such values have meaning, we live in a world that is desacralized and desensitized, without heart... Continue Reading →

When the Eagle Passes Overhead

I’m sitting in an army tent draped in string lights. The propane heater ran out as the barrel furnace became operational. A crew of happy hardworking stove fixers extended the chimney another few feet to stop the smoke from billowing back into the room. One of them cut his hand getting tools from the truck... Continue Reading →

A Call To Celebrate Standing Rock

To Our Dear Water Protectors and Supporters, I am one voice among a sea of dedicated hearts. In all of us, there’s a yearning that we rarely discuss. That yearning, for me, was to be at Standing Rock and stop a single pipeline from violating indigenous rights and contributing to the destruction of our beautiful world.... Continue Reading →

Psy-Ops and Cyber Attacks at Standing Rock

Part I: Haunted Technology Connecting to the internet in Standing Rock is a difficult task. Most people have been using cellular data from a single hill, named “Facebook Hill”, in the west of camp. Unfortunately, the signal has been weak and is suspected of being interfered with by unknown parties. If there is a real need... Continue Reading →

Tribalism and Christmas Lights

“There is another kind of evil which we must fear most … and that is the indifference of good men.” -Boondock Saints   On November 24th, in Mandan, I saw something of the Standing Rock movement that bothered me. We drove into Mandan in a caravan of cars. Our destination, like always, was unknown until we... Continue Reading →

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