Notice bibliographique
Résumé
The next time you eat salmon, you may see an apparition: a barefoot warrior with conical spruce hat, grizzly-bear-tattooed chest, and mother-of-pearl-studded cape. He's no hallucination; he's a Haida watchman, standing guard over your dinner and, perhaps, our planet. How well I remember my encounter with this guardian spirit. We were sailing through dense fog on a drizzly night--farther north than I'd ever been. Cloud ceiling hung low enough to make you hunch. Cloud walls, held at bay by surging and dimming deck lamps, enclosed an eerie space. A remote coastline of moss-choked forests and deep fjords loomed without warning, then vanished without explanation. As I gripped the rail in nervous silence, my animalistic senses heightened to pick apart the sounds--ship noises, sea noises, other noises. How many creaky boats had hugged this ragged shoreline? How many timid souls had braved this fogbound strait? First came the Haida. From ancient times, these philosophical craftsmen carved their world up into spiritual realms of earth, sea, and sky. With lofty vision, they divided themselves into raven and eagle clans. Then, lowering their gaze, they set about the tasks of life on earth, albeit the sacred earth of the islands called Haida Gwaii. Having duly noted that nature provided four seasons and two genders, the Haida went with the flow, both tidal and menstrual. In autumn, the women gathered kelp, roe, roots, berries, mushrooms, shellfish, clover leaves, and crabapples. The men, with bigger muscles and shorter attention spans, chased deer sauntering down to drink and caught salmon swimming up to spawn. In winter, the community hibernated in post-and-beam, cedar-plank long houses. Outside, dramatic red and black murals covered the facades. Front-and-center totem poles sported fierce family crests, with the bottom creature's gaping mouth forming an oval door to the smoky, fire-lit interior. Inside, the ambiance included aromatherapy (drying salmon hung from rafters) and soft rock music (sounds of malleable, black argillite being sculpted, along with interludes of grandma and grandpa getting busy under a blanket). One can hardly overestimate the glee when spring arrived. Fertile women pierced babies' ears, tattooed children's bodies, and bathed in rushing streams, ice-cold water pouring through long, dark hair, cascading over engorged voluptuousness and funneling down into ... well, you can take it from there. Meanwhile, testosterone-laden men felled towering cedars, hollowed out canoes, and prepared to expand dominion over the third realm, the sea. Throughout the summer, these ambitious mariners crisscrossed Hecate Strait, trading for eulachon oil to enrich their diet and raiding for captive slaves to enrich their economy. As I peered over the railing, straining to glimpse nearby land through thick mist and mammoth waves, the enormity of their nautical cajones shamed me. Next came the white boys. I say boys because these fur-trading expeditions generally left the women at home. By the time they reached Haida Gwaii, the sailors hadn't erected their totem poles at the oval entrances to their favourite long houses in quite some time. The rise of hostilities with the Haida might be less surprising than the lack of mutiny on the ships. British captain George Dixon first circumnavigated Haida Gwaii. He then traded for otter pelts at the village of Sgan Gwaii. (Today, this spot harbours a mystical cluster of leaning, weathered totem poles, constituting a United Nations World Heritage Site commonly called Ninstints.) Soon thereafter, American captain John Kendrick showed up drunk and careless, let the Haida pilfer his laundry and seize his ship, then massacred them in return. (Curiously, American connections also accompanied the recent Haida art renaissance with Bill Reid [son of an American father/Haida mother] and Robert Davidson [born in America/raised on Haida Gwaii] at the forefront. …
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Prédiction distillée sur la base complète
Imitation des enseignantsNi prévalence calibrée, ni vérité terrain. Validation humaine à venir. Apprise à partir de 10 348 étiquettes directes de Codex et de 10 348 étiquettes directes de Gemma. Le mode candidate est l'union des têtes enseignantes seuillées; le consensus est leur intersection. Ces sorties portent le statut machine_predicted_unvalidated et ne sont ni des étiquettes humaines ni des étiquettes directes de modèles de pointe.
Scores Codex et Gemma par catégorie
| Catégorie | Codex | Gemma |
|---|---|---|
| Métarecherche | 0,000 | 0,000 |
| Méta-épidémiologie (sens strict) | 0,000 | 0,000 |
| Méta-épidémiologie (sens large) | 0,000 | 0,000 |
| Bibliométrie | 0,000 | 0,000 |
| Études des sciences et des technologies | 0,003 | 0,000 |
| Communication savante | 0,000 | 0,000 |
| Science ouverte | 0,000 | 0,000 |
| Intégrité de la recherche | 0,000 | 0,000 |
| Charge utile insuffisante (le modèle a refusé de juger) | 0,000 | 0,000 |
Scores machine (provisoires)
Les deux têtes enseignantes du modèle étudiant, lues sur ce travail. Un score ordonne la base pour la relecture; il n'affirme jamais une catégorie, et le statut de validation accompagne chaque rangée tel quel.
Scores de référence d'un modèle non mature (critères de maturité non atteints, 7 itérations). Un score ordonne; il n'affirme jamais une catégorie.
score_only:v0-immature-baseline · tel quel depuis la passe de notation : score_only signifie que le nombre peut ordonner les travaux, et qu'aucune étiquette de catégorie n'en découleClassification
machine, non validéePrédiction automatique; un appel candidat d’une seule tête enseignante, pas un consensus.
Le détail, modèle par modèle et score par score, se trouve en fin de page sous « Comment cette classification a été obtenue ».