Sunday, January 11, 2009

Water Jar Boy

is my favorite myth. As the main girl is working on her pottery skillz, she gets pregnant from some clay she accidentally puts in her vagina. Then she gives birth to a jar. Except it has eyes and can talk. And somehow everyone knows it's a boy. While out hunting with his grandfather, the jar breaks on a rock and turns into a real boy. Despite his mother's constant explanations that he is from clay, he goes to find his father. Which he does. They argue for a bit, because originating from clay and inexplicably having a father is very confusing.  The father kills the mother, and dad/son live happily ever after.
Love those Tewas.

On another note. . .
What is it that I want? Beat-down blackout blankness. 
Hopefully something greater, grander, titanic.

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