Watching this movie tonight (free with commercials on FandangoAtHome.com) called The Human Hibernation. It’s an exploration about what it might be like if human’s hibernated every winter out in the woods like certain animals do.
Spring comes around and people come crawling out of holes and burrows in the woods. They live spring to fall just like normal, but then late fall comes and they all return to hibernation. It’s slow, thoughtful, fascinating, poetic. The imagery and camera work is incredible. Almost every shot could be a photograph. The natural world is highlighted strongly.
It’s probably not for everybody, because there’s no real A - B story. But I find it captivating. Just gotta be willing to put your tablet or phone aside for an hour and a half to really appreciate it.
The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom.
Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp.
For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch.
Consider what they were leaving.
A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional...
