Showing posts with label Innalik. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Innalik. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Culture Club

WARNING
This is one of those posts that contains images of a highly graphic, animal-entrails-all-over-the-floor nature, so the squeamish amongst you might not want to read on!

It's been culture week at Innalik (the High School here) this week, and yesterday afternoon was 'show and tell' as Caroline, the centre director at my school, put it. Now, I've participated in a few 'show and tell' lessons in my time, both as student and teacher, and most of them ended up becoming a narrated display of the latest toys, with possibly the odd family pet or grandfather's old telescope thrown in for good measure. At Innalik, there were no toys or telescopes to be seen, and I hope to high Heaven that the animals on show were not family pets.

Innalik's show and tell afternoon provides an opportunity for village elders to teach the students the type of traditional skills, techniques and games that are sadly being eroded from memory as Southern culture becomes more and more influential; for a qallunaat like myself (qallunaat being the Inuit term for a white person), it is like being a part of the CSI team's annual outing to the abattoir.

My journey around the hall began innocently enough. I was able to observe a local craftsman demonstrate his carving technique, watch an elder teach the youngsters a traditional game and see a fine example of an oil-burning lamp, or qulliq:





However, most interest centred on the more, shall I say, 'graphic' demonstrations:


Caribou were gutted...



...foxes were skinned...



...and seals were...well, let's just say that this used to be a seal

All in all it was a fascinating afternoon; it was certainly not what I'm used to, but it hammered home the fact that what each culture perceives to be 'correct' or 'normal' is just that - a perception. The use of the land's resources is a way of life here, and the passing down of the skills on display in Innalik's hall forms a vital part of the continuation of a rich and proud heritage.

And it also makes for a unique show and tell.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I feel old

Friday 5th September


Recruiting has now begun I've been told, so who knows, I may yet have company in the house of learning that is my classroom. Still no cargo though, and consequently the pants and socks situation is reaching crisis point. Forced to make an emergency shopping trip to the Northern store for essential supplies; wonder if Manchester City's new owners would be able to afford to shop up here? Now let's see, do we buy Robinho or this loaf of bread...?




Went to a party at Stephanie's house this evening and got to meet most of the new staff at Innalik. I am now officially old. I need to take care not to over use the phrase "Well, in my day..." Maybe I will now be viewed as the wise old man who lives on the hill, and everyone will now make pilgrimage to my door in order to hear my sage words of wisdom. Trouble is, I don't live on a hill...

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