Originally posted on The Shooting Star :
An old dug-out wooden canoe waited for me on the banks of Yorkin River. Two cowboy-like young boys, dressed in vests and gum boots, greeted me with wide smiles and is-be-shkena. Dusk was fast approaching, so I had little time to voice my apprehensions. For an hour, we manoeuvred rapids upriver with an old…
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Originally posted on Violent metaphors:
A little over a year ago the complete genome sequence of a Clovis individual, the 12,500 Anzick child, was published. His sequence gave us a fascinating glimpse of ancient Native American genetic diversity, and new insights into the early peopling of the Americas. At the time, however, I was unhappy about…
Originally posted on bigtallwords:
Imagine yourself wearing a pair of latex gloves, scraping some dust off the surface of your favourite book or movie with a scalpel and tapping it into a glass vial of clear fluid. Now seal the vial and shake it, stare into its contents. When little Venus symbols to start floating in the solution you…
Originally posted on Wandering Bark Books:
I have writing notebooks hidden under my bed. The writing in them spans years of my life; there are many words on the pages. The thing is…I haven’t looked at them in years. Literally. I am afraid to look at them. I am afraid to remember things I wrote…

