Another opening another show.........

I am going to try a new approach to my "blogging" activities.  As some of you may remember, I am the author of the "Winnemem Journey to Justice" or some such named blog that carried news from the Winnemem Wintu tribe and news of a personal nature to me and my immediate family.  Because that blog was being used as a vehicle for tribal information, I was reticent to get into pissing matches with people who thought they knew what I meant to say, or questioned what I said in any fashion. Tribal business is just that - business.  Things of a personal nature, such as talking about my parents and family who have passed, or stories from my youth and stories I have written that carry some measure of moral messaging or the need for reflection in action were what they professed to be - personal.


So I now will write to this blog - titled "Mark Franco's Bunkhouse Diary".  There can be no mistake in the authorship of this blog - it is Mark Franco - me.  Bunkhouse is where I work and live most of the time (as I still work on tribal issues from our tribal headquarters here in Redding), and Diary is by this definition "a record of events, transactions, or observations kept daily or at frequent intervals : journal; especially : a daily record of personal activities, reflections, or feelings.."(Merriam-Webster definition).  
I can not guarantee daily posts, but I will post, that I guarantee.


There are so many things to talk about and I will talk about them: q'uran burning, police shootings, violence in the streets, the failings of governments and the pillage and raping of the earth at the hands of greedy bastards who are worse than the carpetbaggers who vexed the South following the war.


I am a fan of music and of composers both classical and contemporary; I am a fan of theater and a fan of life and laughter so I will talk in those terms as well.  Another opening, another show - words from Irving Berlin's "Annie get your Gun".  Ethel Merman is singing in my ears as I write this and I am happy, knowing that we may have the start of something big, and fun, and pithy and worth reading/writing.


More later, take care my friends and I will see you in the funny papers.