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Posted on 05/10/2009
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I am:
Man
Seeking a:
Man
Age:
58
Country:
United States
State:
Alaska
City:
Anchorage
Zip code:
99501
In my own words:
Honest. I serve, take good care of mine. Respect for Native Culture and Pride. No Fear. I am well liked and honest and open to all with no reprisal for I am a good man. I am very intelligent and thoughtful, not too bad, not too good. Life is short, enjoy life. Appreciate truth, and keep in mind that which is beyond comprehension, the singularity that created the heavens and earth. I enjoy lunch at Bean's Cafe, the Pizza was the bomb today! I am placing this ad not for me but for you, I have my homies and friends that love me and I love - life is good and I am satisified. I'll be there for you - that's all. I don't have an appropriate photo so have an older one of me.

Here is a story I wrote:

Reindeer herding is making a big comeback after years of decline.
I first heard this News Story on KNBA, Native Radio for Alaska. The report from Kotzebue Alaska related to a certain reindeer herder, whose name, Nanook when translated into English meant “Polar Bear”. Nanook had been sleeping soundly, dreaming of his great thanks to the one that had make the endless tundra, endless sunshine in the summer with ptarmigan, caribou, grasses, berries and flowers, fish, whales, seals, and polar bears, not to mention his reindeer. A great bounty of plenty, more than enough to provide for his peoples, throughout the long winter with endless snow, ice, and darkness. He was thankful for the lights of the sky, the moon, stars, and aurora borealis. Nanook thought of his elders and the beautiful, fruitful women who had provided by now, 3 grandchildren. With all any Inupiaq could ever need or want, Nanook slept in peace: complete contentment and confidence with his large herd of reindeer and powerful sons.

Suddenly, he thought he heard voices. He sat up from his sleep and listened very closely just as his grandfather taught him to do even as a young Eskimo. An Inupiaq can hear and touch the heart of a whale or a caribou from many, many miles away. More miles than the eye can see. All Nanook heard was his reindeer, happy and content; eating their lichen.

Sitting there at his bed half asleep he thought: “If any outsider had been around anywhere in sight, his reindeer would be terribly upset.” He concluded it all must have been only a dream and lying back down, he returned to his slumber to rest and dream of his beloved.

A short time later, again, he heard voices. This time the voices were louder. Nanook got up and looked outside of his shelter. In all that he could see and hear, there were only his reindeer happy and content eating their lichen.

Up and about in his shelter, he prepared a hot beverage while thinking about the voices he thought he had heard. He was preparing some dried fish to nourish his mind when just outside the door he heard the voices of peoples once again, this time much louder than before.

With urgency, quickly he opened the door to look about outside. There they were: At the door: Two little people! Nanook had never seen little people like these, though he had heard of them in the stories told by his elders and of the elders of the village from where he had been born. He had heard of these little people in the myriad of stories and tales passed down from each of his own 596,115,073 elders of his previous 30 generations.

There was Dad and Mom, who taught him to hunt, fish, and thrive in his Arctic Paradise.
There were the stories and knowledge taught him by
Grandpa and Grandma and Grandma and Grandpa, stories passed from Generation to Generation:
As each generation would arrive, the previous generations would teach the great knowledge of their past.
Great Grandpa with Great Grandma and Great Grandma with Great Grandpa, Great Grandma with Great Grandpa and Great Grandpa with Great Grandma.
GGGP w GGGM and GGGM w GGGP
&
GGGP w GGGM and GGGM w GGGP
&
GGGM w GGGA and GGGP w GGGA
&
GGGM w GGGA and GGGP w GGGA
And so on…
They each passed their knowledge to the following generations, all they had known.
Knowledge for success: not to survive but to thrive. Failure is not an option for indigenous peoples, there are no losers, jocks or freaks. Just winners, like Nanook who brought down his first caribou when he was already 9 years old.

Yes, the Elders all told the story, passed to the next generations, the story of the little people and how they, the little people, could become mischievous if not treated with generosity and respect.
He learned to treat these little people with generosity and respect or they could become mischievous.
“What are you doing out here in the middle of the cold tundra” he asked them? They did not speak the same Inupiaq language but, being an Eskimo, he got the jist of their thoughts.
“We are on our way to the village potlatch, it’s cold, we’re kind of hungry, and the hot beverage smelled irresistible!

Of course, Nanook quickly invites the little people into his shelter, makes them comfortable, offers them a hot cup, some dried fish, and what's left of his seal oil.
“But you have only a small portion of seal oil to keep you warm inside” they noted.
“It’s alright, he assured them. I’ll be getting some more.” It’ll probably cost a reindeer or two he thought to himself.

Content, warm, and full; the little people prepare to continue on their long journey to beyond where an Eskimo can see. Nanook decided to escort them to their sled, just to ensure they would be all right.

Wow! He thought in his head as he saw the sled. How could those poor little reindeer pull such a large sled, empty, no less full?
The two little people got onto the sled, the one called out: “On Dancer, on Prancer, on Vixen…” and off, off, off they went. Into the sky.

Well our reindeer herder Nanook had never seen flying reindeer before so he knew that he must be dreaming and hurried back to his bed to finish his sleep. And slept he did. Peaceful, rejuvinating sleep......

Awaking,
Nanook remembered his strange dream.
Looking over to the table,
He saw them: the three cups...



a tall stack of fresh dried fish, plenty of muktuk, and two big jars of fresh seal oil.

Think about it.
This story is true,
it has happened so many times.

Just ask any of your
596,115,073 elders
that lived in the past 30 generations, creating you.
All of them met the same two little people during their time of need and service.
Looking for:
Native person for friendship, converstation, partying. A job with ASRC would be the answer to many dreams come true. Inupiaq and Yupik are my most favorite natives, Aleut, Chupik and the like. I am not so picky that I would not accept the honor of your friendship though you are not of Eskimo heiratage.
Appearance
Body type:
Average
Height:
5' 9"
Hair:
A little gray
Ethnicity:
Caucasian (white)
Lifestyle
Smoking:
Daily
Drinking:
Socially
Living Situation:
Alone
Social Setting:
Home Body
TV Watching:
Documentaries, News Junkie
Languages:
English
Home and Family
Marital Status:
Single / Never married
Have Kids:
No
Want (more) kids:
Yes
Professional Life
Education:
Some College
Employment Status:
Part-time
Occupation:
Technical / Science / Engineering
Income:
Less than $24,999
Personal
Religion:
Christian / Protestant
Political Views:
Liberal
Sense of Humor:
Obscure, Dry / Sarcastic, Friendly
Interests:
Crafts, Gardening, Computers / Internet, Cooking, Religion, Reading, Photography, Movies, Family, Community Service
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