Little Badger Talks Pow Wows, Regalia, and Other Things That Aren’t Magic

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From left to right: my uncle, my mother, and a child version of me.

Do y’all remember when dictionary.com described a pow wow as “(among North American Indians) a ceremony, especially one accompanied by magic …”? If not, here’s an article from ICTMN that describes the incident: Dictionary.com: A Pow Wow Is An Event Where Indians Practice ‘Magic’

Look, I’ve danced at countless pow wows, been dancing since I could walk, and we aren’t doing magic. To me, they’re about family and good times. Similarly, the outfits we wear during pow wows aren’t costumes. They’re regalia.

Cloth, beads, buckskin: my mother makes all my regalia, an act of love and sacrifice. Mom has a genetic form of generalized dystonia; it sends painful spasms through her body. Her legs, her arms, her fingers. Thousands of beads on my crown, thousands of sacrifices she made for me. When I wear my regalia, I honor my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmother, all the women who fought, suffered, and triumphed so I could thrive.

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The glorious diatom crown! I wrote more about it here: A Mermaid’s Crown

Each time I had a growth spurt as a child, Mom made me a new jingle dress. First, I danced in blue, then turquoise, then blue, then pink, then iridescent rainbow (my personal favorite), then purple. Once I matured, Mom sewed my traditional camp dresses with ocean-themed patterns; she made me a fringed shawl lined by seashell ribbon. I wore my regalia – blue camp dress and beaded moccasins – when I graduated from Princeton. The vibrant blues hid under the black graduation robe. When the other students threw their caps into the air, I tore off my robe, as if shedding chains.

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Princeton graduation (2010). Can you find my *real* regalia? Look for blue and yellow fish. Don’t ask about the horror book. 😛 I got bored. Photo by Diana Chien, my graduation buddy!

Our regalia aren’t costumes. Our pow wows aren’t magic shows.

This December 1st, my short story, “Black, Their Regalia,” will appear in Fantasy Magazine’s POC Destroy Fantasy! In fact, it’s the cover story! Loooook! Destroy ahoy! “Black, Their Regalia” is about three Apache/Navajo metalheads who either save the world or die trying! As you’re reading (and you WILL read it, right? right?), keep in mind that the story *is* fantasy – The Plague Eater is my invention – but pow wows are *not* fantasy. I’M TALKING TO YOU, DICTIONARY.COM!!!!!

Blog Reformatting in Progress!

Oh, wow! A post! It’s been a long time – what happened? Did I meet a cursed teapot again?

Naaaah, I just finished my dissertation and moved from Texas to Connecticut. New Year’s goal accomplished, just in time for the next one.

I’m cleaning up posts this week (checking links to make sure they work, adding more images if needed, including “update” sections, etc) so some posts may be turned private until 2017. Nothing to worry about, I’m not being hacked.

Expect a few writing-related posts in the near future!

My Blue Sargasso

When my mind is unoccupied with science, it becomes troubled. O, how I yearn for the depth and quiet of the Sargasso Sea. There, I fell in love with the ocean. On a research vessel battered by the mid-Atlantic gyre, beneath constellations without names. Landbound, I’d never seen a sky from horizon to horizon. It’s a remarkable thing, this bubble around us, this little skin against oblivion.

What can I do when the oblivion finds a home within me? Dream of ginseng tea, saltines, and a blue that could swallow me if I let it.

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View from the RV Atlantic Explorer

Nightmare 7/8/2016

I died during a nightmare. It’s never happened before.

One caveat: I almost never dream about myself. Likewise, 99% of my dreams unfold in imaginary places, made-up cities, ruins, worlds. However, last night was different. I dreamed about the A&M campus (where I work), and I was Darcie. So here’s the dream. FYI, this post is a diary entry, not a piece of creative fiction. Hard to tell with me sometimes …

Anyway, I’m about to describe a nightmare, so proceed with caution. No gore. Themes of death. Possibly boring. Bananas are bananas. Etc.

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Hello, Future! My 2016 Resolutions

Courtesy of DreamSelfy, 2015 Little Badger (left) and a projection of 2016 Little Badger (right).

The new year is coming! To honor Time, It That Steals All Things, I’ve constructed an elaborate list of resolutions! Behold:

  1. Escape Texas

Wish me luck!!!! 😀