I sometimes think that I am a pretty strange person. Take, for instance, yesterday when I made Martha Stewart’s yeasted pancakes and a pound of bacon and very strong coffee for three Ogalala Lakota Medicine men who were travelling through on their way back to Pine Ridge. We had a wonderful discussion about the stresses and universality of healing. They spoke of their “Uncle Russell” Means, who they knew well. He was a traditional healer, too, and they said he spoke very eloquently at funeral ceremonies,
I also wonder about myself when I hear a piece on MPR and say without having to think, “Oh, that is the Polka and Fugue from Schwanda the Bagpiper, an opera by Jaromir Weinberger”. Who knows things like this? I played the piece in concert band in college. It is the sort of music that just sticks with you. Look up the synopsis of the opera. It is the silliest thing imaginable.
What arcane knowledge do you possess?