by paimei01 » Sun 19 Apr 2009, 17:13:57
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'T')hen there's the secretive Tarahumara tribe, the best long-distance runners in the world. These are a people who live in basic conditions in Mexico, often in caves without running water, and run with only strips of old tyre or leather thongs strapped to the bottom of their feet. They are virtually barefoot.
Come race day, the Tarahumara don't train. They don't stretch or warm up. They just stroll to the starting line, laughing and bantering, and then go for it, ultra-running for two full days, sometimes covering over 300 miles, non-stop. For the fun of it. One of them recently came first in a prestigious 100-mile race wearing nothing but a toga and sandals. He was 57 years old.
When it comes to preparation, the Tarahumara prefer more of a Mardi Gras approach. In terms of diet, lifestyle and training technique, they're a track coach's nightmare. They drink like New Year's Eve is a weekly event, tossing back enough corn-based beer and homemade tequila brewed from rattlesnake corpses to floor an army.
Unlike their Western counterparts, the Tarahumara don't replenish their bodies with electrolyte-rich sports drinks. They don't rebuild between workouts with protein bars; in fact, they barely eat any protein at all, living on little more than ground corn spiced up by their favourite delicacy, barbecued mouse.
How come they're not crippled?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/moslive ... money.htmlFor those who say that the hunters gatherers of 150 years ago lived hard lives, diseases and stuff like that. No they did not. Had none of the disease that appear because of our sedentary life style or our overcrowding, and our poisonous modern environment.
Something from George Orwell:
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', ' ')"He must be cut off from the past. . . because it is necessary for him to believe that he is better off than his ancestors and that the average level of material comfort is constantly rising."
--George Orwell, 1984
http://paimei01.blogspot.com/One day there will be so many houses, that people will be bored and will go live in tents. "Why are you living in tents ? Are there not enough homes ?" "Yes there are, but we play this Economy game". Now it's "Crisis" time !Too many houses! Yes, we are insane!
by smallpoxgirl » Thu 23 Apr 2009, 16:51:15
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('efarmer', 'K')ind of a dicey thing for the Sioux nations. Do you accept reparations
for the Black Hills in the form of money or hold out for their improbable
return?
No brainer. Money gets spent and you still have nothing. The Black Hills are the heart of the Lakota.
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Of a thousand burning bridges
Sifting through the ashes every day
What we thought would never end
Now is nothing more than a memory
The way things were before
I lost my way" - OCMS
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by smallpoxgirl » Tue 05 May 2009, 23:50:59
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Ludi', 'B')ut few people really want to, because it is very difficult if you're alone and/or not raised up that way.
Ummm...no natives lived alone. The worst punishment that the Lokota ever used against one of their own was to kick them out and make them go it alone. It was generally a death sentence.
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by smallpoxgirl » Wed 06 May 2009, 10:55:21
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('vision-master', 'N')ot Lakota, but this guy was a god!
There was a very interesting hour long documentary about Geronimo on PBS Tuesday night. He was definitely not a one sided character. For example, at one point he kidnapped several hundred other Chiricahuas from the reservation and forced them at gunpoint to come live with him in the mountains. Although he was a very successful warrior, he was never made a chief because he was too impulsive. He became iconic to whites when he started doing the traveling wild west shows. Meanwhile the rest of the Chiricahuas were stuck in a Florida prison mostly because of his actions. He was a man who reacted with predictable anger to having his entire family murdered by whites and he fought fiercly. He definitely wasn't the kind of careful leader who considers how his actions will affect the rest of the tribe.
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by Keith_McClary » Thu 07 May 2009, 01:24:15
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Maddog78', 'I') notice many Europeans love to romanticise about Indians (Native Americans)
I grew up 3 miles from an Indian reservation in northern Canada. No romantic notions for me.
Some of them were OK. The rest, well........no point getting into that here.
I live in a white settler colony in southern Canada. No romantic notions for me.
Some of them are OK. The rest, well........no point getting into that here.
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by paimei01 » Thu 07 May 2009, 05:28:31
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Keith_McClary', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Maddog78', 'I') notice many Europeans love to romanticise about Indians (Native Americans)
I grew up 3 miles from an Indian reservation in northern Canada. No romantic notions for me.
Some of them were OK. The rest, well........no point getting into that here.
I live in a white settler colony in southern Canada. No romantic notions for me.
Some of them are OK. The rest, well........no point getting into that here.
They are not a tribe anymore. Just "poor" people. "Civilized".
I am not talking about them, I am talking about the ones from 150 years ago. See my above post. Why did those settlers chose to remain with the Indians that had captured them ? Family and friends did not matter anymore, even the ones "saved" from the Indians returned to them after some time.
Aren't we the best ? What is there not to like about "us" ? Crazy people ! Must be some voodoo magic at work !
But there is no "us". Tell me where do you find the "us". That is what the settlers found on the "other side", that is why they never wanted to return. A "us" a tribe, a community, something like the mafia. And no "work". Freedom. How can I call myself free when my lifestyle requires me to be "at work" 8 hours a day ? And no where I chose. Nothing to chose. Look I can "vote" for someone I will never even see. I can speak what I want (sometimes in some places) ! I am free !
I am also "free" to "get rich" and have lots of stuff, and lots of slaves to do stuff for me else I fire them - so they work for me because their survival is threatened. Isn't that nice. Is all I wanted in life.To say you don't want these things is tabu.
http://www.primitivism.com/leviathan.htm$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'T')he managers of Gulag's islands tell us that the swimmers, crawlers, walkers and fliers spent their lives working in order to eat.
These managers are broadcasting their news too soon. The varied beings haven't all been exterminated yet. You, reader, have only to mingle with them, or just watch them from a distance, to see that their waking lives are filled with dances, games and feasts. Even the hunt, the stalking and feigning and leaping, is not what we call Work, but what we call Fun. The only beings who work are the inmates of Gulag's islands, the zeks.
The zek's ancestors did less work than a corporation owner. They didn't know what work was. They lived in a condition J.J. Rousseau called "the state of nature." Rousseau's term should be brought back into common use. It grates on the nerves of those who, in R. Vaneigem's words, carry cadavers in their mouths. It makes the armor visible. Say "the state of nature" and you'll see the cadavers peer out.
Insist that "freedom" and "the state of nature" are synonyms, and the cadavers will try to bite you. The tame, the domesticated, try to monopolize the word freedom; they'd like to apply it to their own condition. They apply the word "wild" to the free. But it is another public secret that the tame, the domesticated, occasionally become wild but are never free so long as they remain in their pens.
Even the common dictionary keeps this secret only half hidden. It begins by saying that free means citizen! But then it says, "Free: a) not determined by anything beyond its own nature or being; b) determined by the choice of actor or by his wishes..."
The secret is out. Birds are free until people cage them. The Biosphere, Mother Earth herself, is free when she moistens herself, when she sprawls in the sun and lets her skin erupt with varicolored hair teeming with crawlers and fliers. She is not determined by anything beyond her own nature or being until another sphere of equal magnitude crashes into her, or until a cadaverous beast cuts into her skin and rends her bowels.
Trees, fish and insects are free as they grow from seed to maturity, each realizing its own potential, its wish--until the insect's freedom is curtailed by the bird's. The eaten insect has made a gift of its freedom to the bird's freedom. The bird, in its turn, drops and manures the seed of the insect's favorite plant, enhancing the freedom of the insect's heirs.
The state of nature is a community of freedoms.
Such was the environment of the first human communities, and such it remained for thousands of generations.
Modern anthropologists who carry Gulag in their brains reduce such human communities to the motions that look most like work, and give the name Gatherers to people who pick and sometimes store their favorite foods. A bank clerk would call such communities Savings Banks!
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'B')ut none of them ever worked. And everyone knows it. The armored Christians who later
“discovered” these communities knew that these people did no work, and this knowledge
grated on Christian nerves, it rankled, it caused cadavers to peep out. The Christians spoke of
women who did “lurid dances” in their fields instead of confining themselves to chores; they
said hunters did a lot of devilish “hocus pocus” before actually drawing the bowstring.
These Christians, early time-and-motion engineers, couldn’t tell when play ended and work
began. Long familiar with the chores of zeks, the Christians were repelled by the lurid and
devilish heathen who pretended that the Curse of Labor had not fallen on them. The
Christians put a quick end to the “hocus pocus” and the dances, and saw to it that none could
fail to distinguish work from play.
Our ancestors I’ll borrow Turner’s term and call them the Possessed had more important
things to do than to struggle to survive.
