#Backpact

[megaawkwardhuman]

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[jamesginortonblog]

From the archives: 

James Norton: One of the Backpact

(Varsity, #640, September 29, 2006)

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ONE OF THE BACKPACT James Norton on spending his summer touring a “silly” play for kids around the Indian Subcontinent

9:30 am. July 12th. The Backpact theatre company, 6 of us, are huddled around a table outside a tiny Nepali café, sipping on glasses of chai. In the school next door eighty children are waiting for us to put on the first ever production of our touring play. We’ve endured the rehearsals, the devising and the long sweaty journey from Delhi over the Himalaya to Kathmandu to be here – and yet sitting at this café, there’s a definite sense of being drastically under-prepared; totally unaware of what we’re letting ourselves in for. To add to the tension, we all have the shits (apart from Kathryn). Earlier this year the Backpact company had consisted of two penniless people with only a vague idea of what they wanted to achieve. Over May and June Backpact materialised into six people with a website, some sponsorship, and a planned route through Nepal and North India. The route we mapped out involved flying into Delhi in early July, quickly moving overland to Kathmandu, and then travelling across the west of Nepal up into the hills in north-west India. From Dehradun we would make our way through Rishikesh, Manali, Leh and finally end the tour spending three blissful days upon an old colonial houseboat on Dal Lake in Kashmir. Our tour routine was vigorous. Every morning we would emerge at seven, from wherever we were staying – which was usually a friendly guesthouse or on occasion one of the schools – clad in bright yellow T-shirts, brandishing one guitar, three sheets (one green, two blue) and a handful of juggling balls. All six of us would cram into a tiny taxi for the trip to the school; the coda to which short ride would usually be a heated argument about the fare with the taxi driver. It was monsoon season and sometimes the roads were too poor quality to drive on, forcing us to hitch. Six white people all wearing identical yellow clothes hitching at 7.30 in the morning certainly turned a few heads. The workshop would start with exercises and silly games to warm the kids up - and also to surreptitiously weed out the hecklers - then games, song and smaller performances from the children before we would stage our own piece; a fantastically silly play involving a girl called Lucy, a boat (conjured out of the green and blue sheets), some island adventures and a Backstreet Boys number. Before the school day began, we’d always try and have our contemplative cup of tea, a tradition established on that first anxious morning. It produced a moment of strange calm as we contemplated the stormy seven hours before us. The relentless pressure to be lively and animated was exhausting and yet the days spent in those schools were some of the most rewarding of my life.

Backpact are James Norton, Lizzie Crarer, Sam Sword, Lou Proske, Jack Gordon-Brown and Kathryn Hamilton.

[absentmoon]

ok. pk. okx . ok. there was another one but it was removed . ok ok. i will give comtext after i eat

[tiktoksinspo]

Anything but a backpact day

[bikaidanalenko]

i got all the backpacts, landmarks, and secret photo ops!!!

[performodule]

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Aaron Holstein I met Aaron Holstein (aka VibeSquaD aka Backpact aka the bassist/keyboardist from Zilla) at the 2007 Sonic Bloom festival in Colorado, where my wife Lore and i were supplying coffee and tea backstage for the artists. I remember chatting with them after their awesome set with Sporque (one of my favorite live acts to dance to ever which also had Ooah from the Glitch Mob on beats and…

[seann-aon-son-of-the-celts]

[Starter] A lil kid with green hair and a pair of engernier goggles and a large stich was walking around the school with a large backpact

Klein stops. "You lost kid?"

[witches-and-weirdos]

Comfort In Darkness

// Starter for @ask-poppy​. //

He pulled out the dagger, and struck with it again.

No more noises this time.

The creature was dead. Finally.

He looked to his right, Tristana was smashing another’s head into the stone-wall of the cave. Thuck. Thuck. Thuck. Thump. She dropped the body and sat down, breathing heavily. The cave’s echoes were unnerving.

“Are you okay?” The low pitched, cold voice still had a slight hint of worry in it. Even in this ever so emotionless state of mind, Teemo still felt something for her. And cared for her.

“Just a scratch or two...” Tristana wiped off the blood from her wounds and pulled her bag closer. “Shit, the medkit’s missing... Must have fallen out and off the edge. Wanna give me yours?”

Teemo walked over with it. “For share. I’m not exactly untouched either.” He handed it over, then sat down next to her.

“Thanks.”

They disinfected their wounds with some alcohol and tied up each other’s scars with parts, ripped from their camo-cloaks. As most of their original medical equipment was already lost or used up, they had to improvise and loot, craft and brew what they needed.

“So, what now?” asked Trist “It’s only been four nests so far, and we’re already short on stuff. Not to mention, these things just get worse each time we fight them.”

“We keep going. Team C and D already left, while team A is waiting for extraction. That leaves us to finish the job.”

“Dammit.” She looked at the stone-floor. “Okay, but how ‘bout a breather this time? We could really use one.”

“How ‘bout waiting for another pack to come and chew on us? No, sorry. That’s how team A went down. We keep going and don’t stop until we have an actually defendable campsite. This is not one.”

“Agh, fine, fine.” Trist rolled her eyes. She didn’t really want to admit it, but Teemo was right. They couldn’t afford to rest. Not just yet. “Then spill your acid on them, I’ll locate the next place.”

Teemo nodded and grabbed one of his shroom-mines, opening it up. While he spilled the concoction on the eggs, killing them off, Tristana walked over to the edge of the cave, looking down upon the forest below them. They were quite high on - or more correctly in - the mountain. These voidborn knew how to make their home hard to reach. She looked at her alpha-bracelet, and looked for the map’s marked spots, but something else caught her attention. Something... familiar.

“Teemo, come, have a listen!”

“Hm? What is it?” He walked over and looked at the bracelet.

“No, not that! The noises! Don’t you hear them? It’s oddly familiar...”

Teemo looked over the landscape, listening carefully with his stiffened ears. “Yes... It’s... a yordle, a female. And I think I know her too.” He took a bit more time to concentrate on it, and then quickly ran for his backpack. “We gotta hurry. I think it might be Poppy, and she’s probably in trouble.”

“Poppy?! Here?” Trist grabbed her backpact too “Gods, I hope she’s fine. This void-infested hellhole is the last place she should be at.”

“Exactly! If we’re fast enough, we might catch up to her before dusk!” He started climbing down on the mountain’s side, but Trist held him back for a slight moment.

“I’ll go ahead, just take care of yourself! If anything happens, I’ll use the red flare, and you do the same!” She grabbed Boomer and kissed Teemo briefly but passionately. “See you there!”

With that, she rocketjumped down from the mountain, and started running as fast as she could, only hoping that she can arrive in time.

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[abbabdesigns]

This weeks Knoll was a big one, so big I couldn’t fit it all in one frame. I took 50 prizes from the MRU Squash open Tournament, there are 10 big racquet bags, 12 backpacts, 12 racquets, 6 shirts, 6 gym bags and 4 racquet cases.

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