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Archaeoparasitology: Digging into our parasitological past. July 24th. Global parasite biodiversity inventories. Francisco Tiago de Vasconcelos Melo. Complimentary tools for helmnith taxonomy. After a summer of swallows, spiders, and parasites, it is clear that the CPBS summer seminar series has been successfully resurrected.

It will be exciting to see what sorts of seminars will be given next year as new people spend their first summer at Cedar Point and seasoned Cedar Pointians return for their yearly dose. I would especially like to thank Dr. Charles Brown for instigating the return of the seminar series If you will be around the station sometime next summer and would like to give a talk, please e-mail us at cpbs2 unl. In this excerpt, a teacher has traveled to western Nebraska for the express purpose of finding the right tasks to assign to an exceptionally creative and insightful student—typical of those recruited into Field Parasitology and who are now established scientists or successful teachers or health care providers.

The scene takes place at a well tank that is modeled after the Nevens collecting site used by so many CPBS students. The town of Bodmer is actually Paxton. The excerpt:.

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Beyond the barn are horse corrals. A double horse trailer is parked nearby, empty, waiting, perhaps, like its intended passengers, for some excitement.

The rest of the story is a linear, controlled, narrative: hard work in phases bound to planetary cycles, sermons predictably focused on obedience, and a matrix of debt and credit in which all things agricultural are embedded. Only the horses seem free. I look to the north; two roans, a paint, and a dappled gray have gathered at the windmill and its overflow pool.

They stomp their feet, gently, flick their tails, and stare at me, snorting. He pounds out of the gate, mud flying, wind whipping his mane. He feels her legs, strong, squeezing him, her boot heels digging into his ribs, her crotch slamming against his back, her quirt stinging on his flank, and her soul and spirit coursing through his blood. His slather flies; the steel bar touches his lip; in all the hurtling violence, the gentle hint of pressure seems no different from her soft strokes on his forehead; he feels her lean; the orange oil drum rings with the pop of a flying clod.

Run, horse; Run! Go, horse; Go! Beat that goddamn Johannes girl!

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Beat her ass! Win, baby! Win, goddamnit! How can you leave me? Am I not good enough to fit between your legs and thrust with all my might at those corners you must turn to win? Three barrels! But I can also take you to the Indian graves, to the places where I know they killed the bison, for I can still smell their bones, buried in the sand! I can take you out of sight of fences, where you can sit, and think, and let your mind go back to long ago.

Yet across the valley we can talk with our eyes—that ghost man with a feathered spear, and you, my rider. I can smell that other horse; his scent lingers from the last century. See, these, too, are things that we can do together. I remember when you were small and your father first put you on my back. Then you grew up and we went chasing barrels that never moved.


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What were we after? I only understand tangible, solid, real things, like rocks and plants and animals. We never caught anything in the barrel races. I hate that steel trailer, but I go there only because you want me to, and I know there will be play at the end of our trip. Ideas, my Mistress? What are ideas? Are they anything like the barrels? Do we need to beat the goddamn Johannes girl at ideas, too?

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Come home. I miss you. I stand by the well tank, watching the flies, the beetles dig in cow shit as the sun goes down, and I miss your weight, your voice, your hands.

I hear the coyotes late at night, and smell the thunderheads, and then I miss your footsteps, your presence in the air. Or send for me. I can help you. Are there three ideas, as many as barrels? My voice is damped by the openness, the total lack of walls from which to echo. The words ring in my ears. I look in all directions, east and west, north and south, into the sky and down at the ground. I am the only human I see. Houses and barns are evidence that someone has been here in the past, but they could be abandoned, fossils, for all the activity around them.

Only the digger bees are moving and making noise. Then from somewhere, far off in the distance, a killdeer calls. The piercing low whistle sounds wavy, as if filtered through the heat waves rising off the roadbed. The horse stomps and snorts; the others with him do the same. She may stand with you in the pasture, and ride with you to the far horizon, but it will never be the same again. But suddenly I know which one is hers.

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His eyes watch my progress. The others back away, but he waits. I have never failed to be awed by the power of large animals.

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I admit the possibility; one never makes unsupported assumptions about creatures who live in worlds apart from ours. I run my hand down his forehead, my fingers through his forelock, letting the coarse hair fall over the back of my hand. He pushes at me, searching for my palm.

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