E-Learning Corgi
E-Learning Corgi focuses on distance training and education, from instructional design to e-learning and mobile solutions, and pays attention to psychological, social, and cultural factors. The edublog emphasizes real-world e-learning issues and appropriate uses of emerging technologies. Susan Smith Nash is the Corgi's assistant.
Thursday, June 18, 2026
Hoarding as a Hedge Against Inflation
Saturday, June 06, 2026
Iodine Brine Infrastructure
Monitoring Plan
1. Geological Context
The Woodward Trench is a Lower Pennsylvanian (Morrowan) paleovalley running approximately 70 miles from southeast of Vici, Oklahoma to the Kansas border, oriented SW–NE. It is 1–2 miles wide and hosts the world's highest-concentration iodine brines in any commercially producible formation. The iodine's origin is traced to the Woodford Shale, which contains uranium-bearing organic material (Type II kerogen, brown algae, marine organisms). Fissogenic iodine-129 from 238U decay has been confirmed as a primary source.
| Formation | Avg I₂ (ppm) | Peak I₂ (ppm) | Depth (ft) | Permeability | Commercial? |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Mississippian limestone | ~500 | 1,560 | 5,000–8,000 | Low | Limited |
| Morrow Sand (Pennsylvanian) | 300–350 | 700 | 7,000–13,000 | High | Primary ✓ |
| Mississippi Lime (N. OK) | 80–150 | 200 | 4,000–7,000 | Moderate | Iofina SWD |
| Woodford Shale (source) | — | — | 10,000–18,000 | Very low | Source only |
2. Active Producer Profiles
Woodward Iodine — Named Wells (OCC Records)
| Well Name | API Number | County |
|---|---|---|
| GUTHRIE | 153-227167-0-0000 | Woodward |
| HARRISON 3-1 | 153-204359-0-0000 | Woodward |
| IRWIN 24-1H | 153-124973-0-0000 | Woodward |
| MARTHA | 153-226226-0-0000 | Woodward |
| OLDHAM 1-22 | 153-224890-0-0000 | Woodward |
| PEACH 1-24 | 153-125763-0-0000 | Woodward |
| ROPER | 153-226227-0-0000 | Woodward |
| SHAW | 153-226228-0-0000 | Woodward |
| ELSON #1 | 059-086050-0-0000 | Harper |
| W.I.F. WELL #13,14,15,18 | 059-053190-0-1788 | Harper |
3. Horizontal Drilling Watch Zones
New horizontal wells co-produce large volumes of formation brine routed to saltwater disposal (SWD) sites — exactly where Iofina's IOsorb® plants intercept iodine. Increasing horizontal activity therefore directly expands available brine supply.
| County | Activity | Wells (Feb 2026) | Relevance to Iodine |
|---|---|---|---|
| Woods County HIGH | Very active | 4,800+ | Iofina NW core · SWD expansion zone |
| Major County MED | Active | 6,000+ | Highest county well count; Mississippi Lime brine feed |
| Alfalfa County MED | Active | 4,000+ | Iofina IO#1 & IO#5 original core (est. 2012) |
| Harper County EXPANDING | Growing | Active (181k MCF/mo) | Near Woodward Iodine well leases; new brine intercepts possible |
| Woodward County STABLE | Steady | 3,900 | Key reinjection zone; limited new horizontals |
4. Brine Volume Growth Estimates
Iofina Resources — NW Oklahoma (IO#1–IO#5)
| Scenario | Brine Volume Growth | Notes | Projected I₂ Uplift |
|---|---|---|---|
| Base (current) | 75,000–150,000 bbl/day combined | 5 plants operating | ~250–350 t/year NW OK |
| +1 new SWD partner | +15,000–30,000 bbl/day | New Hz driller in Woods/Alfalfa signs SWD deal | +50–100 t/year |
| High (Hz boom) | +30,000–60,000 bbl/day | Multiple new Hz wells in 6-month window | +100–150 t/year |
| IO#12 (projected) | +50,000+ bbl/day | NW OK or Permian Basin expansion | +100–150 t/year |
Iochem — Vici / Dewey County
| Scenario | Brine Volume Growth | Notes | Projected I₂ Uplift |
|---|---|---|---|
| Base (current) | 5,000–15,000 bbl/day | 16 dedicated wells; closed-loop system | ~250–400 t/year |
| Infill wells (1–2) | +2,000–5,000 bbl/day | Within 25,000-acre leasehold | +15–40 t/year |
| Acreage expansion | +5,000–10,000 bbl/day | New leasehold adjacent to Vici core | +40–80 t/year |
| No new drilling | Flat | Mature system; reinjection sustains pressure | Flat |
Woodward Iodine Corp. — Woodward & Harper Counties
| Scenario | Brine Volume Growth | Notes | Projected I₂ Uplift |
|---|---|---|---|
| Base (current) | 3,000–8,000 bbl/day | 10 wells; fixed lease system | ~200–300 t/year |
| Reactivation of idle wells | +1,000–3,000 bbl/day | Multiple numbered WIC wells in records suggest idle capacity | +10–30 t/year |
| Harper County Hz diversion | +5,000–15,000 bbl/day | If Latigo or other operator routes SWD brine to WIC plant | +40–100 t/year |
| No new permits | Flat | ISE Chemicals ownership; conservative capital discipline | Flat |
5. Monitoring Plan
Monthly Data Pulls
| Data Source | What to Monitor | Alert Threshold |
|---|---|---|
| Oklahoma Corporation Commission (OCC) | New drilling permits in Woodward, Dewey, Harper, Woods, Alfalfa counties | Any Morrow/Mississippi Lime Hz permit within Woodward Trench corridor |
| OCC SWD Applications | New saltwater disposal applications | Any new SWD within 5 mi of existing Iofina plant footprint |
| Iofina RNS Announcements (AIM) | New plant agreements, brine supply deals | New plant announcement = brine growth signal |
| ShaleXP / OCC Production Data | Monthly brine (produced water) volumes by operator | >10% MoM increase in produced water in target counties |
Proximity Scoring Model — Well-to-Plant Distance
For each new horizontal well permit, score by proximity to the nearest iodine extraction plant or SWD partner site:
6. Producer Comparison Summary
| Factor | Iofina Resources | Iochem Corp. | Woodward Iodine |
|---|---|---|---|
| Founded (OK ops) | 2012 | 1987 | 1977 |
| Parent | Iofina plc (AIM: IOF, UK) | Japanese consortium | ISE Chemicals (JP) |
| Active infrastructure | 8 SWD-collocated plants | 16+ dedicated brine wells | 10 dedicated brine wells |
| Counties | Alfalfa, Woods, Major, Central OK | Dewey (Vici) | Woodward, Harper |
| Avg brine ppm | 100–350 (oilfield mix) | 500–700 (core trench) | 300–500 |
| H1 2025 trajectory | +11% YoY | Not disclosed | Not disclosed |
| Hz drill exposure | HIGH (direct SWD link) | LOW (dedicated system) | MEDIUM (Harper exposure) |
| Monitoring priority | Highest | Moderate | Moderate |
Sources
- USGS Mineral Commodity Summaries 2025 — Iodine
- USGS Mineral Commodity Summaries 2026 — Iodine
- Oklahoma Geological Survey — Iodine Resource Page
- OneMine — Iodine Geology and Extraction in Northwestern Oklahoma
- Nash, S. — Brine Mining Iodine in Oklahoma: A Little-Known Treasure (2024)
- Iofina Resources — Operations
- Iofina — IO#11 Signed Agreement for New Plant
- Investegate — Iofina: Agreement Signed for Additional Brine Water Supply (Jun 2026)
- Iochem Corporation — History
- ShaleXP — Woodward Iodine Corporation Operator Profile
- OGS / Mining Engineering — Iodine (Krukowski, 2016)
- The Journal Record — Iodine: Oklahoma's Hidden Resource (2016)
Sunday, April 26, 2026
The Verdant Syllogism
The radio crackles with Carl Yastrzemski's latest at-bat as I push away from camp, my bicycle wheels crunching over pine needles that carpet the freshly raked gravel driveway. The commentator's voice from WHDH radio fades in and out—the reception this far north is temperamental at best.
Yaz, the Red Sox left fielder and the heart of the team since replacing Ted Williams in 1961, is having another solid season, though not quite matching his 1967 Triple Crown year. Dad isn't renting this place in northern Vermont where our entire family spends August; it's been in our family since the 1760s, with only a 35-year gap when his father lost it during the Great Depression. Dad bought it back himself after he'd become successful as a petroleum geologist, piecemeal, parcel by parcel, in consultation with Mom. They'd made the decision to acquire the land after numerous trips visiting relatives who still lived in Bloomfield, Vermont.
The two-story cabin they designed and had built—always called "camp" by everyone in the family—sits a mile down a gravel road from the highway. Despite having no electricity, they engineered an impressive setup: propane gas lamps with gas lines hidden in the walls, a gas-fired stove and oven, and running water from a spring up on the side of the tall hill nearby.
Here in Vermont, she transforms—becoming an obsessive berry-picker, spending hours collecting raspberries and blueberries, her fingers stained purple-red. It's only when the migraines hit that she retreats to her room with Ben-Gay-soaked cloths wrapped around her throat, silence her only companion for days at a time. I note that this only happens when Dad is out of town.
I make the right turn from our cabin onto Smith Road, the wheels of my Schwinn Breeze crunching over the gravel Dad spent three weekends hauling in and shoveling into potholes and spring-melt channels. "Character building," he called it, as if I needed more character and not more friends. The mile-long road exists in its current state only because of his dogged maintenance—a labor of love he insists is "relaxing." The morning light filters through a canopy of white pine and spruce, casting dappled shadows that make the road look like it's covered in lace. Nothing like the open plains of Oklahoma, where the sun is an oppressive constant, beating down on endless stretches of wheat and prairie grass. Here, the light plays hide-and-seek.
Boethius wrote that evil is nothing because only that which preserves its place in the natural order retains its existence. I wonder, as I navigate around a pothole, whether my parents' marriage struggles because it strayed from its natural order—or if a psychological divide was always part of some cosmic syllogism I couldn't yet understand.
The radio station switches to "American Pie," Don McLean's voice unnaturally clear for a moment. The day the music died. I turn the dial, seeking something else—perhaps WBCN from Boston if the ionosphere is cooperative. I catch fragments of "School's Out" by Alice Cooper before static reclaims the airwaves.
As the road winds downward, I can see glimpses of our cabin's position—perched on a bluff overlooking Paul Stream, with the Connecticut River Valley and Sugarloaf Mountain visible in the distance. A view Dad calls "pastoral perfection" and which I find only reasonable if one has a view from on high. If you’re in the shady pathways, narrow roads, and pathways, each twist in the road is a step back into multiple dimensions of time. Past the family cemetery where acid rain has erased the names of ancestors I'll never know, I continue riding. The cabins start appearing on my right as I approach the intersection with the highway. "Pair-o-Dice" with its faded red trim and weather-vaned roof. Next, "Loon's Call" with canoes upturned beside a ramshackle dock. Then "Pine Away" with smoke curling from its chimney despite the July heat. Each with its dock extending into the stream like hesitant fingers testing cool water.
In Plato's Phaedrus, Socrates speaks beside a stream under the shade of a plane tree. He describes the soul as a charioteer with two horses—one noble and one wicked. I feel those opposing forces within me as I pedal: one drawing me back to the safety of our cabin, one urging me forward to the lake where I might see him again.
The turn onto the highway brings a shift in landscape. The trees recede, allowing the sky to assert its dominance—a cerulean expanse interrupted by cumulus clouds that remind me of the Constable paintings in my art history book. The shoulder is narrow, and I hug the edge as cars occasionally pass, most with out-of-state plates. Tourists fleeing cities for Vermont's verdant embrace.
I consider Zhuangzi's butterfly dream as I watch a monarch flit across my path. Am I a girl dreaming I'm a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming I'm a girl? In Oklahoma, I knew who I was—member of the swim team, honor student, pianist, a success geologist’s nerdy daughter. Here, I'm untethered from those identities, floating between definitions like the monarch.
The turnoff to Maidstone Lake Road appears, and I shift gears for the incline. My legs, strengthened by countless hours of butterfly strokes and freestyle sprints, respond without complaint. The radio catches a news segment—something about Nixon and China, then more static.
I think of Dante's letter to Can Grande, explaining the four levels of meaning in his Divine Comedy. The literal: a girl riding her bike to a lake. The allegorical: a journey from isolation toward connection. The moral: the struggle between responsibility and desire. The anagogical: the soul's journey toward something greater than itself. I wonder which level I'm currently living in.
The lake appears through the trees, a sapphire set in emerald. Maidstone Lake State Park welcomes me with its wooden sign and empty parking lot. It's early enough that the day-trippers haven't arrived yet. I chain my bike to a rack and follow the path to the beach, my radio now silent, out of respect for the moment.
The sand is cool beneath my feet, not yet warmed by the day's heat. The water stretches before me—dark blue in the center, shifting to aquamarine near the shore. Different from the red-clay waters of Lake Thunderbird back home. I scan the shoreline, pretending not to look for him—the boy from the cabin across the lake. The one with the Boston University t-shirt and the paperback copy of Herrigel's "Zen in the Art of Archery."
I set my towel on the sand and arrange my things—radio, water bottle, dog-eared copy of the Confucian Analects. "The noble-minded are calm and steady," Confucius wrote. I try to embody this as I remove my t-shirt to reveal my swimsuit underneath, acutely aware that he might appear at any moment.
The water accepts me without judgment, its cool embrace a benediction. I push off from the sandy bottom and begin my strokes, each one a meditation in movement. In Oklahoma, swimming was about competition—beating times, winning medals. Here, it becomes something else—a conversation between my body and the water, between the self I was and the self I might become.
I float on my back, gazing at the sky, and think about connection. Dad shoveling gravel and sand, filling up holes that will only wash out again next spring when the snow melts. Mom in the library of Bethel Baptist Church, encouraging someone to check out a pictorial history of the book of Joshua. My mind returns to imagining the boy across the lake whose name I don't yet know. I’m floating. I’m thinking. I’m experiencing. The fish beneath me, the clouds above, the trees surrounding. Confucius said that benevolence is found in connection, and wisdom in understanding one's place in the natural order.
I wonder if this is what Dad cherishes about this place—this sense of being simultaneously alone and connected to everything. He and Mom designed the cabin together years ago. He speaks of it with reverence, this sanctuary they built on land his ancestors cleared. For him, isolation is freedom. For me, it's a vast labyrinth of green and blue, beautiful but with twists and loops into time. A stranger in a strange land, yes, but perhaps that's the only position from which true observation is possible. The charioteer balanced between two opposing forces, seeing clearly for the first time.
The radio, when I return to shore, offers fragments of Carole King's "It's Too Late." I turn it off and sit on my towel, letting the sun dry my skin. Waiting, though I won't admit it to myself, for a boy who may or may not appear. Contemplating the dialectic between solitude and connection, between Oklahoma's horizontal expanse and Vermont's vertical reach, between childhood and whatever comes next.
The day stretches before me like the lake—full of depth and possibility. I open my book and begin to read, one eye on the path from the parking lot, wondering if today will be the day when strangeness gives way to belonging.
For the full book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1945784199
Sunday, March 22, 2026
In Search of the Mysterious Artist, Banksy: Anarchist or Exploiter?
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| Banksy, Girl with Balloon |
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| Banksy mural produced on the walls of the Royal Courts of Justice Building in London after 900 people were jailed after protesting attacks on Gaza |
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| Producing this art on the side of a 20+-story building requires a crew working rapid-fire like a race car drivers pit crew. |
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| Banksy, Love Is in the Air |
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| Banksy stencil art on the walls of a bombed-out apartment building in Kyiv. |
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| Love Is in the Bin, Banksy. Sold for $25 million. |
Monday, February 09, 2026
Barred Owl Attack in the Backyard: Deciphering the scatter of feathers and "pellets"
I had the most fascinating little backyard mystery unfold overnight — one of those moments where you suddenly realize you’re looking at raw ecology instead of just “yard stuff.” I
This morning I decided to check on the backyard fescue and also some of the wild white violet that seems to be emerging already. Weird white and gray puffs caught my eye. The were feathers! What I came upon was something that looked like a tiny crime scene, except the evidence was oddly elegant: a near-perfect circle of feathers on the grass, maybe eight feet across. The feathers were light gray, white, and black, and some were about four to four and a half inches long. What struck me immediately was what wasn’t there — no bones, no skull, no beak, no carcass, not even much blood. Just feathers scattered like the aftermath of a small, silent detonation.
My first thought was pigeon or dove, and after thinking it through, that still feels right — probably a mourning dove or Eurasian collared dove. The pattern itself was the big clue. This wasn’t the messy work of a mammal like a raccoon or a neighborhood cat. Mammals tend to leave drag marks, torn skin, or gnawed remains. What I saw was what field biologists call a plucking site — essentially a raptor’s dining prep station. Hawks and owls often remove feathers quickly on the ground and then carry off the body to eat elsewhere.
I did some more research. Doves, interestingly, are almost designed to leave dramatic feather scenes. Their plumage detaches very easily under stress — an evolutionary adaptation sometimes called fright molt. The idea is that if a predator grabs them mid-air, they might shed feathers and escape. When they don’t escape, you get this conspicuous halo of soft gray and white evidence on the lawn.
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| Mourning Dove feathers and Barred Owl pellets |
The location made it even more textbook. The feather circle was beneath crepe myrtles and Chinese pistache trees, around 12–15 feet high and right next to a six-foot cedar fence. The yard also adjoins Bishop Creek, which adds a riparian corridor effect — essentially a wildlife highway running quietly behind suburban life. In the middle of the yard there’s an old, tall male mulberry tree with wide-spreading branches, almost like a natural umbrella. Ecologically speaking, the whole arrangement forms a classic edge habitat — a transitional zone between open lawn, vertical structure, and nearby water. For a dove in February, it’s actually prime real estate for a winter roost: stable branch geometry, moderate height, and a windbreak from the fence. Unfortunately, that same geometry creates an ideal hunting corridor for raptors. An owl, especially, can glide silently along the fence line or drop from the mulberry canopy with almost no audible warning.
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| Look closely, and you'll see the feathers. |
I did hear noise last night — some rustling, growling, and squealing I initially blamed on raccoons arguing over sausage and biscuits I’d left out. It may have been unrelated, because an owl strike is usually brief: a sudden burst of wingbeats, maybe a dull thump, then immediate silence. The actual predation event probably lasted only a few seconds. Later, I also noticed what looked like a small grayish pellet. I thought it was poo. But, I did research and found it was essentially compressed fur and bone fragments — which is classic owl evidence. Owls can’t digest bones or feathers, so they regurgitate these tidy little capsules, which are like biological field reports if you know what you’re looking at.
What fascinated me is how it revealed a complete predator-prey interaction happening invisibly in a suburban yard. Nothing random, nothing wasted — just efficient natural systems operating quietly behind the scenes. By morning, the only trace left was that delicate circle of feathers beneath ornamental trees and an old mulberry, right next to a creek corridor — like a soft-edged diagram of the food chain sketched directly onto the grass.
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| Riparian corridor "Edge" habitat |
Saturday, February 07, 2026
The Theft of the Mona Lisa in 1911, and Marcel Duchamp's Subsequent Response: L.H.O.O.Q: Related?
Here's something I would like to point out about Marcel Duchamp's, “L.H.O.O.Q., Mona Lisa with a Mustache,” the famous scribble of a mustache on a reproduction of the Mona Lisa, and also the Mona Lisa itself and its emergence from relative obscurity after the highly sensationalized thievery at the Louvre. In 1911, before the outbreak of World War I and at the height of the Futurist movement, there was a deep questioning of the origins and enforcement of the concept of aesthetics and aesthetic taste. The core idea was that museums and aesthetic ideas existed simply to reinforce the social order, and that the royal academies were tied to monarchy and elite groups—those who were the taste makers. Already a bit of rebellion had started to break out in France in the form of Impressionism, which was spreading also to England, but not quite to the same degree. It’s worthwhile to note that subversive ideas about artistic representation had also spread to the Austro-Hungarian Empire, where Gustav Klimt, Egon Schiel, and the poet Srecko Kosovel were producing “shock-wave” work. Sadly both, both Schiel and Kosovel would die very young in the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918.
In the case of the Mona Lisa, that modest canvas was safely ensconced in the Louvre in a wing dedicated to Renaissance painting, and there it was mildly respected but nothing special. But in 1911 something happened—the painting disappeared. It was stolen, and suddenly its disappearance created all kinds of scandal. Different people were accused of having stolen it, and in addition to that, people who were considered anarchists were also accused. So after two years of newspapers selling many, many special editions with sensationalized headlines tying the theft of the Mona Lisa to anarchist groups and people trying to make an anti-monarchy statement—let's say the Futurists, potentially, and especially anarchists (absolutely not monarchy, but anarchy)—it was recovered in 1913. It had been stolen by an Italian employee of the Louvre, who was caught when he tried to steal it. So much for grand Anarchist hijinks or Futurist “performance art.”
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| Theft of the Mona Lisa in 1911 |
Now, by 1919, Marcel Duchamp had already been doing his own subversive artwork—the so-called “readymades,” where he would, for example, mount a toilet on a stand and call it a fountain. And then he also had his famous Nude Descending a Staircase, which looked like stills from a motion picture film. His works were questioning the status quo in terms of art. During that time, I'm sure he got very tired of headline after headline: "Where's the Mona Lisa? Who stole it? They caught the thieves—who are they? Are they anarchists?" All that sensational information overload and publicity overload—I'm sure it made it so that every person in Paris saw a reproduced image of the Mona Lisa many times a week. Everyone in Paris knew it was a Leonardo da Vinci painting, and at that, a modest painting that had been pretty much ignored until its highly publicized theft in which the publicity quickly turned into spectacle - spectacle with a capital S !
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| Relentless and continuous sensational press coverage involved the public in the mystery of the disappearance of the Mona Lisa |
So being so tired of the Spectacle of a Stolen Master, what a great opportunity to make a statement about not only elite types of paintings and priorities and hierarchies and aesthetics, but also to mark the incredible attention and sensationalism and the triggering as a hoi polloi ploy to boost buying newspapers that were focusing on that theft.
By putting a mustache on a cheap postcard reproduction of the Mona Lisa, Duchamp was basically mocking not just the idea of aesthetics, but also all the sensationalized brouhaha around the theft of the piece—the newspaper headlines, the excitement, the melodrama. He's mocking the idea of essentially newspaper headlines and lowbrow entertainment regarding a theft from the Louvre.
Consequently, I think there are different dimensions to Marcel Duchamp's mustachioed Mona Lisa, and if we understand the context, it's even more enjoyable and fun to look at. The equivalent might be to put a mustache on something that's been promoted and promoted and promoted—an image that's come out over and over and over that we're supposed to consider high art and revere it. I can't really think of anything right now, but I'm sure it's out there.
Reflecting on Experiences with Crafts in Africa
I'd like to tell you a little bit about my experience with art in Africa. The first time I went to Africa was to Kenya, and I had an opportunity to get deeply involved in Kenyan art and arts and crafts as an aspect of economic development initiatives, especially for women-owned enterprises. In addition, I went to several places where I was able to see the Maasai and participate in different activities. The main peoples, the Kikuyu and the Luhya, had distinct traditions and art. The Kikuyu have elaborate wedding ceremonies. Each clan has its own animal totem, which can be, for example, the zebra.
The first thing I noticed about the Maasai were the textiles that they use and the bright red plaid and checked woven cloth, called Shuka, that they create.. The colors vary, but all are bold, and the stunning patterns are plaid. There are different rituals and dances, and then the spears with the different animal pelts were really beautiful. Then I had a chance to actually look at some of the Maasai warrior masks that were for sale. I would say that they were probably tourist masks, not used in the rituals, but some of the dances really had to do with not just channeling spirits of ancestors, but also getting in tune with nature and channeling animal spirits such as zebras and giraffes and elephants and also different types of gazelles and also—not dingo, those are Australian—jackal, especially jackal. So each animal is considered to have different attributes. As a warrior culture, the lion is revered, and many of the masks and face decorations are visual allusions to lions.
At the artisan market, the carvings that I encountered were wonderful. I ended up purchasing many different carvings of dogs that looked like they had different spots and different patterns. They're just so adorable. I love them. I ended up bringing home about 20 of them. I gave them as gifts and also came back with beads because I went to a women's business which had to do with handmade beads that were then painted, glazed, and made into different types of necklaces.
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| Soapstone painted dogs from Kenya |
I brought back hundreds of those, and the idea was to start up a little business on eBay with my son because he wanted to do things to earn money. So I took photographs of them and put them on eBay and we sold them, and now I wish I hadn't sold any of them. I wish I still had them, but that's the hoarder in me. But it was very interesting to see how this type of unique handcrafted beadwork turned into a business for women, and the same thing could be said for the fabrics. I'm not sure what happened in the intervening years, how much was displaced by cheap imports, but at any rate, I really loved them.
Several years later I had the opportunity to go to Mozambique. In Mozambique, I didn't see as many masks or crafts, but I did have a chance to go out to the villages and see their different kinds of arts and crafts and the traditional mud huts. Those were really wonderful to see. I think that what we're seeing is kind of a slow displacement of handmade crafts because of the time involved, and the fact that sometimes it's easier for people to just purchase cheap Chinese imports rather than the locally produced things, especially if it's machine-made versus handmade. After visiting Chimoio, we spent time in Beira, a port town on the Indian Ocean where colonial Portuguese architecture abounded.
The first time I went to South Africa, I was in Johannesburg. The second time was in Cape Town, and I spent a lot more time and had a chance to buy little masks that were intended for the tourist trade. So I really don't know how they related to masquerade, and I don't think they necessarily did—they're just attractive. But the ones used in masquerade and the different specific rituals designed to encourage the spirit of the ancestors to possess the person and then to tell the future were pretty interesting.
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| African mask purchased in Cape Town, South Africa |
Oh, I want to go back to Mozambique for a moment and mention that when I was there, the life expectancy was like 32 due to malaria and land mines and other problematic residual devastation from years of war. And somehow the idea of witch doctors having an amazing amount of power was a reality, as was the idea of divination—divination using seashells and also divination using bones. So there is definitely artwork in conjunction with this sort of divination. It is not anything that I explored because frankly, I'm a little bit afraid of that. So there you have it.
And when I read about the arts and artwork and also the past civilizations, the Great Zimbabwe—by the way, when I was in Mozambique, I was in Chimoio, which is the capital of the Manica province on the border with Zimbabwe. Anyway, the people that I stayed with were from Zimbabwe and they told me a little bit about Zimbabwe as it was in the early 2000s...
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