I've never been fond of history, or herstory, and especially not the concept of oral history. My tenth grade english class required a pretty hefty research project in which I had to find a historical building in my town, research the owners and the history of it in the town offices, interview the owners, take pictures, and write a really really long paper for "tenth grade" (20 pages). I'd be lying if I said I enjoyed the project. I absolutely hated it. I was very shy in high school, and although I was a good student, I had a really hard time with the project since I had really no interest in it, nor with talking to strangers.
I am hoping this class will not cause some sort of post traumatic stress relapse from that horrid tenth grade project, and cause me to only negate these blogging opportunities. It would just be nice if the black river actually had a voice. If I could just go down, and sit on its banks and simply shoot the shit, than life would be grand. Such is not the case though.
I look forward to working with people in the class that I do not know so well...cough cough..Maria ; ) -and to get to know Carol outside of she and I exchanging currency and smiles. I hope to just think of these interviews as simply conversations, and not so formal and technical.
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You got me thinking about Tuvan singers who often use elements of nature as inspiration or even literal accompaniment. In Stories and Storytelling last fall, I showed a video of a throat singer from Tuva (a member of Hun-Hur-Tu) "tuning" his voice to a stream, and then singing in harmony with it. There, the river did have a voice.
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