Short documentary about Mary Wilcox, the last fluent speaker of Wukchumni, a Native language in California. She's been working on a dictionary for the past seven years, and worked to record the parables and myths of her people. A huge number of Native American languages are critically endangered. This makes me feel just morose. I love my bastard English, and love the way it's alive enough for pedants to complain about how it's changing. Kids dropping their gs or using texting abbreviations would be a problem the Wukchumni would be happy to have.