Friday, June 17, 2005

Squash, Turquoise

Yesterday we toured the San Felipe (St. Ph.) Pueblo, known for its traditional Green Corn Dance: "It is said by the end of the day that the plaza is worn down into a bowl from a day of dancing."  Known for Heishe, too, according to a handout passed around on the school bus as we rode to it yesterday.  They told us it was a medium-sized Pueblo--pop. 3,300.  It was also framed as conservative and traditional; these weighty terms were qualified for us: the San Felipe governor explained that they are committed to preserving their language and culture.  They also forbid photography.  Why?  No wish to make themselves into a spectacle.  The sign in front of the church (from which we could see the raging Rio Grande...what a sight! But, alas, no photo.) read: No Photography.  $3,500.  Camera stayed in my pack.  On the walking tour, one of the council members explained the tension between cultural preservation and economic vitality--the paradox of the casino as revenue source and the few other alternatives, such as relying on the Feds.  On one plateau at the pueblo's edge: foundations of buildings that stood during the Pueblo Revolt of 1680.

We also walked past one of the pueblo's two kivas, learned the each of the kivas (squash and turquoise, their names) is oriented to a slightly different political ideology.  In alternating years, each gets to appoint a governor for a one-year term.  I can't say whether this leads to see-sawing leadership, but it did make me wonder how different the kivas were and how much one can really get done in a single year.

In the afternoon, we ran three+ hours of basketball.  Oh how, at times like these, I appreciate that basketball's goes easily indoors/outdoors.  Three and a half hours of football, soccer, volleyball or running in 90-degrees and sunny?  I love basketball.  Today, it's supposed to be 98F; in the gym: maybe 85F.  Because today's the most intense day of the camp (two-hour morning clinic, lunch, three-hour afternoon clinic, dinner, all-star game) we don't board the bus to Bernalillo HS for another fifteen minutes. 

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