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Today began with a bad omen. As we were approaching the Dungey site, the radio station took it upon itself to play "Come On Eileen" for us. Just mentioning this fact has gotten it stuck in my head again. Must turn on some Splashdown...

Today was the day the reporter from the Christian Science Monitor showed up. She was escorted the whole time by the Oneida Nation's media relations guy, who has to be present anywhere Oneidas are being interviewed, so that he can cut off questions and responses that tread on sensitive ground and could create political complications for the Nation. But apparently there was an oversight. One of the girls working at the project is the daughter of an Oneida Clan Mother, but for some reason is not enrolled as an official member of the Oneida Nation (we couldn't figure out how she could be not enrolled yet still allowed to participate in the dig). So she was not allowed to be interviewed. A few years ago she was on the dig and was interviewed by a local paper. When her name showed up in the paper, she was kicked off the work crew.

But somehow neither she nor the media relations guy realised that there would be anything wrong with her giving an extensive interview to the CSM reporter. But all the other kids knew. Dana and Ali, the two working on my pit, complained extensively about the fact that the reporter was conducting a forbidden interview. They also complained that the reporter was spending too much time interviewing the boys (which makes a certain amount of sense, as Dakota was the one who was most interested and most successful), and implying that there were ulterior motives to her interviewee selections.

This evening I was headed to Tops to purchase milk, and I encountered a jazz concert on the lawn of the Baptist church. When I arrived they were in the middle of some mediocre song I didn't recognize. I stuck around a bit, and the next song they played was Thelonious Monk's "Well You Needn't". I was pretty excited, as I love Monk. Then they played Horace Silver's "Song For My Father" -- one of my favorite songs of all time. It was at this point that I realised I was becoming inexplicably giddy about the whole affair. Unfortunately I could only stay for one more song (another Monk tune) before I had to go.


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