#Iroquois music

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

History Summarized: Iroquois Native Americans

[andre-and-cal]

hiii!! this might be a stupid question, but do you have any headcanons on how andre + cal would act online? like would they have their own webpages, and how they would chat and stuff like that :p

also, i love your writing so much <3

Hii!! :3 That’s not a stupid question at all !! And TYSMM IM SO GLAD :D <33 These were fun to make, I hope you like these!

Andre and Cal Online Headcanons,,

Andre’s username on his favorite social/chatting websites is @ak47_0717, while Cal’s is @gunslinger83. The reasoning behind their usernames, first of all, is that Andre’s initials are AK. Because of his unsettling interest in firearms, he’s bound to be interested in one of the most popular guns in the world— the AK-47. He likes having his initials similar to the “AK” in AK-47. The four numbers at the end of his username are his birthday. Cal’s username is pretty self-explanatory; he calls himself a gunslinger, and the ‘83’ at the end of his username is the year he was born.

Andre and Cal talk to each other on AOL, which was one of the most popular online services for internet users at the time. They also chat on MSN Messenger, and they used to communicate on ISQ, which was more popular in their middle school years and early high school years— the late 90s.

With Blogger having been established in 1999, Andre and Calvin created accounts. They follow gun blogs and blogs dedicated to books, movies, and bands they like. Also, Andre follows— although he doesn’t really interact with— the Iroquois Track Team and Science Club blog pages. Cal follows the school band’s page. Despite following different blogs, they don’t really post much on Blogger; they like to stay relatively quiet and unnoticed. Andre does leave hate comments on posts from people he doesn’t like. Since anonymity wasn’t as robust as it would come to be in the mid 2000s— the years following Cal and Andre’s deaths— he made an alt account with a fake name for the sole purpose of hating on the Iroquois Wrestling Team blog page… for obvious reasons having to do with Brad Huff. He also leaves hate comments on Rachel’s posts. Cal mentions this mysterious user to Andre sometimes, mentioning how Rachel talks about how this unknown person on the internet criticizes her posts. Andre plays dumb and acts uninterested, yet he listens intently, replying with soft “Mhm”s, as well as a “Damn, that sucks”. He doesn’t want Cal growing suspicious.

They play girls’ flash games both for the hell of it and for the irony. They get relatively entertained from these online dress-up, salon, and cooking games, with Cal being aware these games are aimed at girls. He intentionally makes his character look ugly and goes into hysterical laughter over it— he absolutely laughs at the stupidest shit. However, Andre actually tries and is surprisingly concentrated on the game, face frozen with stoicism and focus. Andre would never admit it, but with his family having a cat, Mel, he finds pet care flash games to be genuinely fun.

Andre and Cal illegally download music and share it with each other by Napster or by email. They’ve sacrificed their computers for the sake of copying a System of a Down song onto their files for free, instead of physically buying the CD. In 1998, when Andre was still a freshman in high school, he ended up getting the CIH virus (Chernobyl virus) which practically wrecked his software and ruined his computer. Whole Calvin teased him for getting such a destructive virus on his computer, he ended up informing his parents. He’d told them that Andre needed a new computer, and he suggested that they pitch in to help Andre’s parents buy him a new computer for his 16th birthday in the summer. Because for the time being, Andre would have to use Cal’s.

Andre and Cal share similar humor in most areas. And since internet memes were beginning to rise in popularity, the two boys send or email each other dark humor memes and chuckle at them.

If they were alive in 2003, they would have used 4chan !!

Andre uses all types of different acronyms when chatting, such as but not limited to “ROFL”, “LOL”, “LMFAO”, “BRB”, “ILY”, “IDK”, and “BTW”. He often capitalizes the first letter of his messages and types faces like “:-)” and “>:(”.

Cal, too, uses many acronyms online. He also types with no capital letters, and he often takes shortcuts when he’s chatting with Andre. He creates little faces with the keys on his keyboard and copies and pastes special symbols online. When he’s typing to Andre first, his first message is usually a simple, “hi” of some sort.

They both play Doom together, considering how 1993 Doom was multiplayer when it first came out.

GeoCities !! Cal and Andre created their own website for the Army of Two. They didn’t necessarily say much on the site, and they didn’t give the site name to anyone they knew. But they still specified who they were and their interests without giving away their last names.

In addition, Andre and Cal used GeoCities to make a screamer site, and they made different alt emails to troll Brad Huff by sending the link to him, without him finding out who they were.

Sometime during the final week before Zero Day, their last few days of being alive, they’d both typed up a short, lovesick letter in their notepads— two messages they’d always wanted to tell each other but never got the chance to. Cal had gone on a tangent about how much he enjoyed being Andre’s comrade, how much he enjoyed Andre being his. Also, he was saying his goodbyes before their final mission and how he loved Andre and hoped he’d see him on the flip side. Whereas Andre was saying how he was looking forward to escaping the school with Cal and how he hoped they’d have a better life together, even while they were wanted from the cops. He mentioned how he loved Cal, too, but with his own phrasing of that declaration. But that ended up being an unrealistic expectation on Andre’s end.

[theunderestimator-2]

Watching Peter Murphy within almost breathing distance while performing with Bauhaus on their first US gig at Tier 3, New York on Sept. 5, 1980, in support of their debut album 'In the Flat Field', as captured by Eugene Merinov.

Upon arriving at The Iroquois Hotel in NY for their first US tour, the band was all fired up and excited to hit the town for some NY nightclubbing, all but one who preferred to have a quiet night in: Daniel Ash decided to grab a quiet drink in the hotel bar, where, to his astonishment, got to meet two of his all-time heroes, Mick Ronson & Iggy Pop, and also got invited up to his room for a little party. He eventually handed them a copy of their single, “Terror Couple Kill Colonel”. Iggy actually attended their gig at Danceteria one week later and as Kevin Haskins recalls in his book 'Bauhaus Undead':

"...A few numbers in and I hear a heckler yelling loudly above the music and can hear Peter giving back as good as he’s getting. As Peter moved to the right, I looked for the heckler and saw a guy jostling about down the front wearing a motorcycle jacket. It was Iggy Pop! The gig continued with Iggy and Pete launching verbal missiles at each other throughout our set. Afterwards, Iggy came backstage and congratulated us on a great show! He explained that he had a driver outside, and told him he’d only be about 10 minutes, but as we were so good he decided to stay the entire set ... then he was off to some “dark and dangerous S&M club,” and then disappeared into the night..."

***This remarkable photo was sourced from the FB page of former hc punk vocalist Eddie Morgan (Condemned To Death, Ice 9, Balls of Steel), who is also captured in this one (the second kid off the wall), but there are more pix from that particular Bauhaus gig on Eugene Merinov's Flickr photostream.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

OMG, you gotta see this stunning Romanesque revival gem in Detroit, Michigan. 1906 mansion has 4bds., 4ba.,3 1/2ba. and is listed for $1,199,900.

As you as you enter, you can see how perfect it is. Look at this entrance. 

The wood is spectacular in this home and look at the ceilings.

Huge, carved fireplace.

Just look at these carvings.

Elegant parlor may be a music room.

Look at that firpelace.

Niches.

Gorgeous big dining room. 

Now, this i unbelievable. I don’t know if it’s the original kitchen or a skullery, or what.

Just look at that curved glass cabinet.

Isn’t this home incredible? 

And, this is the modern kitchen. I like that they put in curved cabinets to match, but it’s really not that great in comparison to the rest of the house.

This is crazy- look at that sink on the right and the original ice box on the right.

Cute powder room. That toilet looks pretty oribinal.

The stairs are phenomenal. Look at the curving railings.

Amazing stained glass and we can catch a glimpse of the ceiling.

Look at the carvings. Have you ever seen a home like this?

Huge upstairs landing.

Light, airy, and large main bd.

Another big, bright bd. You can see that they have vintage en-suites.

This bd. is set up as a den.

And, this is a light filled home office.

This has to be a ballroom. Wow, that fireplace and mirror, the walls, and columns. Can you imagine having a party in here? 

Here’s a fabulous man cave/ game room w/a brick fireplace. This home is knock out gorgeous.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1089-Iroquois-St-Detroit-MI-48214/88390382_zpid/

[juliaswickcrs]

wait where did you get that district 12 is based on indigenous peoples? i've not seen that anywhere. i've only ever seen appalachia. also my understanding is that the covey were based on the Romani ?

It’s not confirmed, but Katniss and the Seam are heavily coded as indigenous, specifically Melungeon—a mixed ethnic group consisting of European, African, and Indigenous ancestry—who originate from Appalachia.

Some of the main details from the books I can recall are the fact that Katniss consistently braids her hair to feel comfortable, her knowledge of the woods and how to make bows, as well as the fact that the katniss plant is a plant that was very important to the indigenous people, specifically the Cherokee and the Iroquois. And then of course the fact that her father passed a lot of his knowledge down to her orally (the songs, etc).

However, with the knowledge that she is now Covey—who are very much Roma coded—that could be completely re-contextulized.

The Roma also passed down much of their knowledge and culture orally, and of course were a nomadic tribe with a love of music. They were also heavily persecuted much like the Melungeon people were.

Either way, Suzanne Collins is deliberately tying Katniss Everdeen to a population that has consistently been persecuted, disenfranchised, and discriminated against because of their skin color and their inability to fit neatly into the racial categories white people prescribe to them.

I personally, have always seen Katniss and the Seam as indigenous coded. But I think there’s a case to be made now that Katniss, specifically, is Roma coded as well. The Seam, however, I still see as indigenous coded just purely based on their description and their socio-economic status in District 12.

[rj-drive-in]

Dig We Must Department:

Dig safe. Know what's below.

BAD PIPES © 2025 by Rick Hutchins

No more arrowheads.

Johnny had realized that with a sinking feeling of disappointment as soon as he got home from school. The dead-end dirt road he lived on was no longer all dug up. In fact, it was no longer a dirt road; it had been completely paved over with black asphalt.

Every day for the past two or three weeks, as soon as the big yellow school bus let him off from a hard day at junior high, Johnny Wilkins had run straight to the gaping ditch where his street used to be. The big orange steam shovel would be resting inertly at an angle on the pile of freshly overturned earth beside the pit. The workmen from the street department would be long gone, having left the ditch roped off as a token cautionary gesture. And Johnny would scramble past the steam shovel and under the rope, and skid eagerly down into the depths, never failing to come up with a couple of handfuls of arrowheads and pottery fragments-- not to mention a few fossils.

But today marked the end of the fun. Johnny plodded into the house in a blue funk, the algebra book in his hand thudding listlessly against his thigh. He kicked off his sneakers in the hall and came into the kitchen.

“Hi, mom.”

“Hi, honey,” Mrs. Wilkins answered from the stove, where she was busily preparing Hamburger Helper and mashed potatoes for dinner. Usually, she asked Johnny about his day at school, but today was a special occasion. “Did you see the street?”

“Sure I saw the street…I had to walk down it to get to the house.”

“What did you think of it?”

“Sealcoat is sealcoat,” said Johnny, taking a half dozen Hydrox cookies from the breadbox, “Now I won’t be able to find anymore arrowheads and stuff.”

“You’ve got enough arrowheads,” remarked his mother absently as she mashed potatoes, “You’re starting to look like an arrowhead. At least we won’t have the cesspool backing up into the bathtub anymore. It took me four years of going to town meetings to get them to put that sewer in.”

“My mother, the lobbyist.”

“Oh, go do your homework.”

Smirking, Johnny went to his room and closed the door. He clicked on the FM radio before going over to the shelf where he kept his arrowhead collection.

“Music first and foremost,” he muttered.

He threw his algebra book disdainfully onto his bed and then kneeled down to inspect his relics. He kept them on the bottom shelf on the little bookcase that stood to the right of the closet.

Next he ate a Hydrox as he pulled off his jacket and threw it into the corner.

Then he began poking around through the arrowheads and painted pottery fragments (the fossils he kept separately, in his sock drawer). He turned each artifact over and over in his fingers, examining it fiercely, feeling the weight of its age, shivering with the electricity of its ability to bring the past to vivid life in his daydreams. He imagined squaws and papooses in their wigwams, the old wrinkled Indian chief sitting cross-legged by the fire, telling the strong young braves of the tribe where best to hunt.

Johnny picked up a piece of pottery and brought it up close to his eyes, squinting at the faded design. The Algonquin and Passamaquoddy Indians used to live in this part of New Hampshire a long time ago, until savage, bloody wars with the Iroquois and European colonist drove them north into Canada. Maybe his house was built on land one of the tribes had once lived on-- or maybe this had been their burial ground.

Wow, that was a spooky idea. How would the spirits of the dead chiefs and medicine men feel about having their peace disturbed by the white man and his public sewer system? Hey, how would anyone feel about having segmented concrete conduits flushing human waste and other filth down into their graves?

Bad medicine, thought Johnny, baaad shit.

Suddenly, something thudded to the floor behind Johnny and he nearly jumped out of his skin with surprise. He twisted around quickly and was relieved to see that it was only his algebra book that had fallen to the floor, spilling his homework papers all over the place. Funny, he would have sworn it had landed in the middle of the bed when he threw it not near the edge, but

Hey!

Johnny crawled rapidly over to the spill of worksheets on the floor and groaned. Every page was smeared with sticky red goo! They looked like somebody had bled all over them! Damn it! That asshole Robbie McGarrity must have ripped off some red ink from graphic arts and poured it all over Johnny’s homework papers when he wasn’t looking. By this time tomorrow Johnny would see to it that Robbie McGarrity was wearing his balls in a sling.

The red ink was all over the inside of the algebra book, too-- funny Johnny hadn’t noticed it till now. Yeah, funny. Hilarious. Now he’d have to pay for a new textbook, he wouldn’t be able to complete his homework assignment, and he’d probably get detention, to boot.

The red stains were brown around the edges where they were driest-- it sure did look like blood.

Johnny sighed.

Well, the book and the worksheets were ruined and there was nothing he could do about it, so he just scooped them up and dropped them in the wastebasket. Then he turned up his radio and went back to his arrowhead collection.

Two hours later his mother called him to dinner.

Johnny made the fatal mistake of telling his mother what had been done to his homework papers. After supper she had him call Mike Stewart so he could copy down the assignment over the phone. Johnny told her it wouldn’t do him much good without a book, and she replied that if he at least made an effort to do the work, his algebra teacher would respect him for it.

So here it was bedtime and Johnny was sitting on his bed, not even halfway through two pages of numerical gibberish. He folded up the papers and threw them on top of his bureau-- maybe he could borrow somebody’s book in study period tomorrow and finish up.

He yawned and stretched and started thinking about the American Indians again. His mind had a habit of always drifting back to that subject. While he was eating, Johnny had said to his father, “Dad, can I ask you a question about those arrowheads and things I found?”

“Shoot,” Mr. Wilkins replied.

“What if it means that this was once a tribal burial ground?” asked Johnny, “Would the spirits of the dead Indians be disturbed by people digging up their land to put in a sewer?”

His father grunted and said, “I thought you were gonna ask me a serious question.”

And his mother hadn’t even heard him, because she was busy looking for the missing silverware and closing the refrigerator door, which had suddenly decided to start opening by itself every few seconds.

Johnny had goosebumps all over just thinking about the poor souls of the dead Native Americans. He imagined that if he looked out the front window right now, he’d see a ghostly campfire shimmering on the newly paved street; a ghostly campfire surrounded by the restless spirits of the Indian tribesmen. The wrinkled old chief, wrapped in a deerskin blanket, cursing the white man in his native tongue, his murmuring rising and falling on the night wind. The young braves gathered around him, in war paint and loincloths, carrying bows and arrows and tomahawks, nodding grimly.

Johnny shuddered and looked over his shoulder warily-- he was really starting to scare himself. He’d sleep with the light on tonight, if he slept at all.

But I feel sorry for them, he told himself comfortingly. He doubted they’d be angry at somebody who understood how they felt about it.

Johnny got up to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth before going to bed. The house was still as a tomb as he moved quietly through it-- his father was out bowling and his mother was probably reading a Harlequin Romance out in the kitchen. He tiptoed, not daring to make a sound. When he got to the bathroom, the door was closed and the light was shining through the crack underneath.

Hesitatingly, he tapped on the door with one knuckle and whispered, “Anybody in there?”

“Yes.”

“Just checking, mom.”

“I’ll be out in a min-”

The rest of her sentence was drowned out by the flushing of the toilet and Johnny made a face. He thought of the toilet pipe leading down into that wide cement conduit that desecrated sacred land. Then the flushing grew louder, becoming quickly a deafening roar, stretching out longer and longer, rising in pitch and volume.

“What’s happening, mom?” Those guys that put in the sewer, they must have done something wrong-- they screwed something up somehow and now it was coming back up into the house, that must be it.

Suddenly, the roaring was plugged and Johnny could feel the pressure buildup rumbling through the walls. All the pipes in the house began to grind and vibrate until the whole place was shaking down to the foundation. Johnny sobbed with voiceless terror; it might be going to explode!

As the pressure mounted, a rubbery squeaking rose from behind the bathroom door and Johnny heard his mother let out a groan of dismay. The high-pitched squeal was the sound of something too big being forced into someplace too small, forced down, sucked down, squeezed down, relentlessly, without mercy.

And then it all released with a mighty whoosh, receding hollowly into the distance, strangely without an echo, as if all the plumbing had suddenly emptied into outer space, or down into the bowels of the earth.

Johnny knocked on the door.

“Mom, what happened?”

She didn’t answer. She’s pissed, thought Johnny. Or maybe she was unable to answer-- but what could have happened to her in there that she was unable to answer?

“Mom?”

He jiggled the doorknob; locked. An icy shadow of fear stole across his heart and he knew he should run like hell, get out of the house, get out now before it was too late!

“Mom?!”

Oh, God, please, come on, she didn’t know, it wasn’t her fault, how was she supposed to know?! The plumbing began to vibrate again and Johnny pounded on the bathroom door frantically with the palms of both hands, screaming.

“Mom!”

[canyounotexistelias]

As a fan of ghosts bbc who has never watched the American version but has heard that’s it’s not nearly as good, here’s my ideal list of characters. Because really, American history is so bonkers, how do you not make it incredibly entertaining? Just the premises of the time era/

Character 1: Native American, 1200’s/BEFORE Christopher Columbus

I don’t know what area of America the reboot takes place, but in my ideal version, it’s in upstate New York for reasons I’ll elaborate on later. Bc of that, the character is form the Iroquois Confederacy- I think maybe part of the Oneida tribe? (Also for reasons I’ll explain later). Either way, they’re not quite like Robin as they’re not the “appear stupid but smart” type of character, a bit more like Humphrey I think.

Character 2: a Viking

I just think it’d be neat. I don’t know nearly as much about the Vikings as other characters, but that way we’d get a bit of variety. Maybe a bit more like Robin, but mainly a side character that appears every once in a while, like how Humphrey does.

Character 3: pilgrim/puritan

Ideally mid-1600s, so before revolutionary war but at height of witch burning frenzy. Could be similar to Mary, but I’m thinking more so in uptight, rule-following in the beginning, but secretly far more adventurous than most (more similar to Fanny maybe).

Character 4: utopia member

I’m not a huge fan of the revolutionary era, I’m afraid, so no revolutionary characters. However, I absolutely adore the antebellum era as a time to study because it was so wild, so a character from that time! We have a relatively normal, nice ghost, except they were part of a utopia cult- bonus points if it’s the Oneida community or the shakers.

Character 5: almost a flapper from the 20’s.

This is our almost-kitty! She’s the younger sister of a flapper, loved music, and had obviously family issues- maybe also communist to deal with Red Scare #1? Would be interesting.

Character 6: man of the house in the 50’s.

This is the alternate version of the Captain. He’s a WW2 vet who came back to the US, died in 53 and is very, very gay. probably a government person who had to go through the lavender scare as well? (The captain’s my favorite I had to make sure they did him respect)

Character 7: Reagan fan

In honor of Julian the Tory, we have a Reaganite as well. NOT like Julian in any other respect simply bc I think that fits better for the next character- mostly a Traditional Family person who appears very kind but can be CRUEL- think your republican aunt. She’s a 45 year old who has some Very Pointed Opinions about trickle-down economics, but still died early into reagan’s reign.

Character 8: stockbroker from 2000’s

This is Julian. He died right before the stock market crash out of humiliation from a sex scandal, of course, while residing in his families’ upstate house. Why, you may ask? Well, because it’s funny.

Anyways, I have no idea if this matches any of the ghosts CBS characters, but I think this would be an ideal American Cast. Feel free to add anything if you disagree/have ideas.

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 8.30

Holidays

Archivist Day (Kyrgyzstan)

AVID Day

Barberry Day (French Republic)

Commemoration Day for the Fatalities in Pre-Deportation Detention (Germany)

Frankenstein Day

Fred Hampton Day (Illinois)

Freeman-Moss Day

Huey P. Long Day (Louisiana)

International Day of the Disappeared

International Day of the Victims of Enforced Disappearances (UN)

International Missy Barratt Day (Aenopia)

International Puma Day

International Whale Shark Day

Jimmy Buffet Day

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Motel Day (Colombia)

National Ass Clapping Day

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Retrospection Day

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Slinky Day

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Food & Drink Celebrations

International Cabernet Sauvignon Day

National Mai Tai Day (a.k.a. Real Mai Tai)

National Toasted Marshmallow Day

New England Apple Day

Independence & Related Days

Ashoka (Declared; 2010) [unrecognized]

Constitution Day (Kazakhstan)

Constitution Day (Turks and Caicos Islands)

Kohlandia (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Leylandiistan & Gurvata (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Liberation Day (Hong Kong; from Japanese Occupation; 1945)

National Liberation Day (Gabon; 2023)

Tatarstan (from Russia, 1990) [unrecognized]

5th & Last Friday in August

Burning of Zozobra (Old Man Gloom effigy) [Friday before 9.1]

College Colors Day [Friday nearest 9.1]

Comfort Food Friday [Every Friday]

Daffodil Day (New Zealand) [Last Friday]

Five For Friday [Every Friday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Forgive Your Foe Friday [Friday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Friday Finds [Every Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Peruvian Coffee Day (Peru) [Last Friday]

Positive Twitter Day [Last Friday]

TGIF (Thank God It's Friday) [Every Friday]

Tracky Dack Day (Australia) [Last Friday]

Wear It Purple Day (Australia) [Last Friday]

Sheep Market Fair begins (Denmark) [Last Friday through Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning August 31 (4th Full Week of August)

Labor Day Weekend (U.S. & Canada) [Begins Friday before 1st Monday in September]

Benton Neighbor Day (Benton, Missouri)

Britt Draft Horse Show (Britt, Iowa)

Bumbershoot (Seattle, Washington)

Central City Rock 'n' Roll Cruise-in & Concert (Central City, Kentucky)

Cleveland National Air Show (Cleveland, Ohio)

Clothesline Fair (Prairie Grove, Arkansas)

Colombia River Cross Channel Swim (Hood River, Oregon)

Colorado Balloon Classic (Colorado Springs, Colorado)

Commonwheel Labor Day Weekend Arts and Crafts Festival (Manitou Springs, Colorado)

Daniel Boone Pioneer Days (Winchester, Kentucky)

Fort Bridger Rendezvous (Fort Bridger, Wyoming)

Great Bathtub Race (Nome, Alaska)

Great Grove Bed Race (Coconut Grove, Florida)

Harvest Wine Celebration (Livermore, California)

Hog Capital of the World Festival (Kewanee, Illinois)

Hopkinton State Fair (Contoocook, New Hampshire)

Iroquois Arts Festival (Howes Cave, New York)

Johnson City Field Days (Johnson City, New York)

Jubilee Days Festival (Zion, Illinois)

Lifelight Outdoor Music Festival (Worthing, South Dakota)

Mackinac Bridge Walk (St. Ignace, Michigan)

National Championship Chuckwagon Races (Clinton, Arkansas)

National Hard Crab Derby and Fair (Crisfield, Maryland)

National Sweetcorn Festival (Hoopeston, Illinois)

Oatmeal Festival (Bertram/Oatmeal, Texas)

Odyssey Greek Festival (Orange, Connecticut)

On the Waterfront (Rockford, Illinois)

Old Threshers Reunion (Mount Pleasant, Iowa)

Oregon Trail Rodeo (Hastings, Nebraska)

Payson Golden Onion Days (Payson, Utah)

Pennsylvania Arts & Crafts Colonial Festival (Greensburg, Pennsylvania)

Popeye Picnic (Chester, Illinois)

Santa-Cali-Gon Days Festival (Independence, Missouri)

Scandinavian Fest (Budd Lake, New Jersey)

Sta-Bil Nationals Championship Lawn Mower Race (Delaware, Ohio)

Snake River Duck Race (Nome, Alaska)

Taste of Colorado (Denver, Colorado)

Taste of Madison (Madison, Wisconsin)

Totah Festival (Farmington, New Mexico)

Waikiki Roughwater Swim (Honolulu, Hawaii)

Westfest Czech Heritage Festival (West, Texas)

West Virginia Italian Heritage Festival (Clarksburg, West Virginia)

Wisconsin State Cow-Chip Throw (Prairie du Sac, Wisconsin)

Woodstock Fair (Woodstock, Connecticut)

World Championship Barbecue Goat Cook-Off (Brady, Texas)

Festivals Beginning August 30, 2024

Battle of Flowers (Laredo, Spain) [thru 8.30]

Brisbane Festival (Brisbane, Australia) [thru 9.21]

California Garlic Festival (Los Banos, California) [thru 9.1]

Calumet County Fair (Chilton, Wisconsin) [thru 9.2]

Casey Popcorn Festival (Casey, Illinois) [thru 9.2]

Coconino County Fair (Fort Tuthill County Park, Arizona) [thru 9.2]

Dice Con (Lviv, Ukraine) [thru 9.1]

Eastern Idaho State Fair (Blackfoot, Idaho) [thru 9.7]

European Medieval Festival (Horsens, Denmark) [thru 8.31]

Fall Fest 2024 (Schweitzer Mountain Resort, Idaho) [thru 9.2]

Galveston Island Wine Festival (Galveston, Texas) [thru 9.1]

Giant Cabbage Weigh-Off (Palmer, Alaska)

Great Pershing Balloon Derby (Brookfield, Missouri) [thru 9.2]

Harmony Fair (Harmony, Maine) [thru 9.2]

Marshall County Blueberry Festival (Plymouth, Indiana) [thru 9.2]

Michigan Bean Festival (Fairgrove, Michigan) [thru 8.31]

Midway Swiss Days (Midway, Utah)

National Hard Crab Derby (Crisfield, Maryland) [thru 9.1]

Nauvoo Grape Festival (Nauvoo, Illinois) [thru 9.1]

North Carolina Apple Festival (Hendersonville, North Carolina) [thru 9.2]

Obetz Zucchinifest (Obetz, Ohio) [thru 9.2]

Oktoberfest (Beaver Creek, Colorado) [thru 9.1]

PAX West, a.k.a. PAX Prime (Seattle, Washington) [thru 9.2]

Payson City Golden Onion Days (Payson, Utah) [thru 9.2]

Red Rooster Days (Dassel, Minnesota) [thru 9.2]

St. William Seafood Festival (Guntersville, Alabama) [thru 8.31]

Washington State Fair (Puyallup, Washington) [thru 9.22]

Wilhelm Tell Festival (New Glarus, Wisconsin) [thru 9.1]

Wisconsin State Cow Chip Throw & Festival (Prairie du Sac, Wisconsin) [thru 8.31]

Woodstock Fair (Woodstock, Connecticut) [thru 9.2]

Feast Days

Agilus (a.k.a. Aile; Christian; Saint)

Alexander of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox)

Alfredo Ildefonso Schuster (Christian; Blessed)

Anne Line, Margaret Ward & Margaret Clitherow (Christian; Saints)

Black (Positivist; Saint)

Camilla Läckberg (Writerism)

Candle in a Wine Bottle Day (Pastafarian)

Charisteria (Charis, Goddess of Mercy; Old Roman Thanksgiving)

Chatter Champion Announcement Day (Shamanism)

Day of Satisfying the Hearts of the Ennead (Nine Major Gods; Ancient Egypt)

Eustáquio van Lieshout (Christian; Blessed)

Evelyn De Morgan (Artology)

Charles Chapman Grafton (Episcopal Church)

Fantinus (Christian; Saint)

Felix and Adauctus (Christian; Martyrs)

Festival of Charisteria (Day to Give Thanks; Ancient Rome)

Fiacre (Christian; Saint)

Guy de Lussigny (Artology)

Habetrot’s Eve Day (Northern Britain; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Isaac Levitan (Artology)

Jacques Louis David (Artology)

J. Alden Weir (Artology)

Jeanne Jugan (Christian; Saint)

Leonor Fini (Artology)

Mary Shelley (Writerism)

Narcisa de Jesús (Christian; Saint)

Pammachius (Christian; Saint)

The Pullover Sweater (Muppetism)

Robert Crumb (Artology)

Rose of Lima (Christian; Saint)

Rumon (a.k.a. Ruan; Christian; Saint)

Sacrifice to Tari Pennu Day (Indian Earth-Goddess; Everyday Wicca)

Santa Rosa de Lima Day (Peru)

Stephen Nehmé (Maronite Church, Catholic Church; Blessed)

Theo van Doesburg (Artology)

Third Onam (Rice Harvest Festival, Day 3; Kerala, India)

Thor Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Three Arts Day (Celtic Book of Days)

Virginia Lee Burton (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 16 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [16 of 24]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [39 of 60]

Premieres

Alice Chops the Suey (Ub Iwerks Disney Cartoon; 1925)

Anna Karenina (Film; 1935)

Bad Girl, by The Miracles (Song; 1959)

Beer (Film; 1985)

The Big Snooze (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1957)

A Bird in a Guilty Cage (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Carnival Row (TV Series; 2019)

Dance, Girl, Dance (Film; 1940)

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance (TV Series; 2019)

Emma (Film; 1996)

Flesh + Blood (Film; 1985)

The Funny World of Fred and Barney (Live Action/Animated TV Variety Show; 1978)

The Good Girl (Film; 2002)

Heart-Shaped Box, by Nirvana (Song; 1993)

Hey Jude, by The Beatles (Song; 1968) [1st Apple Records release]

Highway 61 Revisited, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)

Kravn the Hunter (Film; 2023)

The Late Show with David Letterman (Talk Show; 1993)

Little Cesario (MGM Cartoon; 1941)

Medúlla, by Björk (Album; 2004)

A Mouse in the House (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1947)

Music of the Sun, by Rihanna (Album; 2005)

Never Kick a Woman (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1936)

Otello (Opera Film by Franco Zeffirelli; 1986)

Putting on the Act (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

Santana, by Carlos Santana (Album; 1969)

The School for Scandal, by Samuel Barber (Overture; 1933)

Short in the Saddle (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1963)

Side to Side, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2016)

Slow Days, Fast Company, by Eve Babitz (Short Stories; 1977)

State Fair (Film; 1945)

Surf’s Up, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1971)

Terror on the Midway (Fleischer Cartoon; 1942) [#9]

The Three Bears (Ub Iwerks ComiColor Cartoon; 1935)

Top Hat (Film; 1935)

What Happened to Monday (Film; 2017)

Today’s Name Days

Felix, Herbert, Rebekka (Austria)

Aleksandar, Aleksandra (Bulgaria)

Didak, Margarita, Petar (Croatia)

Vladěna (Czech Republic)

Albert, Benjamin (Denmark)

Emil, Meljo, Mello, Miljo (Estonia)

Eemeli, Eemi, Eemil (Finland)

Fiacre (France)

Alma, Felix, Heribert, Rebekka (Germany)

Alexandra, Alexandros, Evlalios, Filakas (Greece)

Rózsa (Hungary)

Donato, Fantino (Italy)

Alija, Alvis, Jolanta (Latvia)

Adauktas, Augūna, Gaudencija, Kintenis (Lithuania)

Ben, Benjamin (Norway)

Adaukt, Częstowoj, Gaudencja, Miron, Rebeka, Róża, Szczęsna, Szczęsny, Tekla (Poland)

Ružena (Slovakia)

Íngrid, Pedro (Spain)

Albert, Albertina (Sweden)

Raisa, Rhoda, Rosa, Rosabelle, Rosalie, Rosalind, Rosalinda, Roseanne, Rose, Rosemary, Rosetta, Rosie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 243 of 2024; 123 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of Week 35 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Ren-Shen), Day 27 (Bing-Yin)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 26 Av 5784

Islamic: 24 Safar 1446

J Cal: 3 Gold; Threesday [3 of 30]

Julian: 17 August 2024

Moon: 11%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 19 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Fulton]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 72 of 94)

Week: 4th Full Week of August

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 9 of 32)

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𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: chopper, franky, brook, bepo 𝖈/𝖜: fluff, domestic 𝖜/𝖈: 920 +

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𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗

post-trick and treat

Night had just fallen and you and Chopper were slowly returning to the Sunny.

The reindeer chattered happily with his little Jack-o'lantern-shaped basket filled with candy between his hooves. You watched him with your hands in your pockets while he was gesticulating in waves . You briefly remembered how he had moaned earlier in the evening from the bench at the aquarium because he didn't want to go. He had proclaimed loudly that he was too old for this childish activity.

Yet here he was now, with a stock of impression candy, jumping around after having wreaked havoc among the women of the island.

As you got on the boat, you passed Robin coming out of the library. Chopper immediately ran towards her.

“Robin!” he shouted, banging his basket over his head. “Trick or Treat, please?”

The woman froze but, under your unimpressed gaze, she smiled before putting her hand in her pocket. The reindeer's eyes sparkled as she took out some sweets and placed them in the hollow pumpkin.

And, happy, Chopper thanked her then left for his quarters humming.

It had its advantages to have such a cute face.

𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖞

hairstyling for halloween costum

“Go ahead, do your magic.” Franky proclaimed loudly as he sat down in front of your mirror, his arms crossed over his chest. “I must be fantastic for tonight!”

With that, he raised his index finger to his nose and remained there until, three seconds later, his usual cut transformed into a star cut. Then on an antenna. And in Iroquois cut. Before having the aesthetic equivalent of a broom on your head. Finally, after his hair took the shape of a cannon, it changed one last time to become a long, smooth, blue mass of hair. They were so long that they reached down to the small of his back over his short-sleeved black and white striped t-shirt.

“Who do you want to be for the party?” you asked, pulling out an assortment of brushes and hair products.

A smile formed on the lips of the cyborg who retrieved a red ball from his pocket before hanging it on his nose. The smile on his lips was now bright.

"You're joking?" you tried to reassure yourself.

But Franky simply told you that Luffy-boy had told him that he was wearing a long ponytail when he met him in Impel Down. You budded a little but you still got to work. After three-quarters of an hour of work, and countless complaints that you were pulling too hard or that it was too tight, you finally finished your work. Franky then stood up to admire the beautiful, shiny, bouncy blue ponytail that rested at his back.

He raised his thumb in recognition and happily walked away, his hair flying in the wind.

𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖐

visit the graves

Where the music of his violin normally resonated on the deck of the boat, only silence reigned supreme on board. And it was only thanks to the presence of faint lights flickering towards Robin, Nami and Usopp's garden that you knew where the musician was.

Sure enough, you found him sitting in that exact spot with his back to the hatch.

You then went toward him, curious to know the reason for his calm, and you were surprised to see a multitude of candles lit in front of him. They had been placed haphazardly on the ground but they remained close together, as if they were all connected with a single flame. In front of them, Brook looked at them without moving.

Not daring to break the moment, you sat next to him without saying a word.

"I miss them." you heard him whisper after a while without moving his eye sockets.

Then, without you being able to respond, he began to hum softly with the breeze of the wind as his only instrument.

"Yo-hohoho, Yo-hoho-ho Yo-hohoho, Yo-hoho-ho Yo-hohoho, Yo-hoho-ho Yo-hohoho, Yo-hoho-ho Gather up all of the crew! It's time to ship out Bink's brew! Sea wind blows. To where? Who knows? The waves will be our guide! O'er across the ocean's tide Rays of sunshine far and wide Birds they sing of cheerful things, in circles passing by!"

𝖇𝖊𝖕𝖔

halloween decoration

Arms loaded with a crate filled with lights, pumpkin garland and paper decorations, you followed Bepo without slowing down. The polar bear spoke happily - for once - while he himself held another crate overflowing with decorations.

He finally dropped her off when you arrived at the Polar Tang dining hall.

He then immediately began to pull chairs in order to climb on them to attach the Halloween banners that he had made especially for the occasion. Then came the fairy lights and fake spiders.

It felt a little strange to see the normally minimalist submarine transform before your eyes and yet, despite what one might think, Bepo had Law's approval to change the layout of the entire ship. The only prohibition he had was against adding dust or fake cobwebs. This seemed not hygienic enough for the surgeon.

On the table, he placed a skull for each person with their first names written on it.

In the corridors, he placed candles on which he had drawn ghost heads, then, on the walls, he stuck swarms of cardboard bats. On the other hand, he let customized balloons fly up to the ceiling. He finally finished by erecting small personalized tombs in front of each crew member's rooms.

He then went to find his captain when he was satisfied with the result, proud as a child, so that he could present to him a preview of the result of his hard work.

𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜!

𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @lys-ada @xomingyu @dozcan123

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Chapter 6 : KRAKEN

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Our carriages thrust through the press of the rejoicing crowd that presently filled Liberty Square. Arnold Way was the street that formed the north side of the Square. The Presidential Mansion took up the entire north side of the Square.

Green Jacket Marines kept back the cheering throng, as we filed into Number One, Arnold Way, the residence of presidents and the seat of administration since the revolution. We were met by none other than President Benedict Arnold, himself. Now in his seventies, he was still hale and hearty. He grasped the hand of each of us as we entered the foyer and greeted us by name.

“Commodore Marks! Gentlemen! You are most welcome! Your journey has been long. To make up for that, dinner has been laid out on the sideboards in the dining room. Commodore Martin is here along with many other notables ... Even,” and here he smiled yet more broadly, “the ambassador of the United Kingdom, Sir Lional Humphries.”

In a high good humor, he conducted us to the dining room. Many candle sconces provided the light, showing high ceilings and a simple understated elegance of decor that spoke volumes about the man who lived here and ran the country.

Among the guests, I saw the unmistakable frowning profile of Sir Lional. I also saw the jubilant Mr. Smollet, chief naval architect of the Cuttlefish Project. Admiral Martin waved to me from his place at the table. I was headed his way, while some heads turned in surprise. Sir Lional’s eyes followed me with calculation. I was stopped by a hand on my elbow.

A firmly commanding yet friendly voice said, “Tecumsah, I have not been able to spare the time to visit your mother’s lodge, these last few years. I have missed my other family. We write back and forth, but it is not the same as a visit. Will you share news from home with me?”

“Mister President, ...” I began, turning to him.

“Such formality from one who first made himself known by spitting up on my weskit,” he interrupted with mock severity. “What happened to ‘uncle Benny’?”

About the room many mouths formed ‘o’s of surprise. Even Sir Lional seemed taken aback.

“I thought the occasion too formal for such familiarity,” I excused myself.

“Never. This dinner is as much a chance to see you again, and hold converse with a friend old and honest enough to hold me in no awe, as it is to celebrate mighty deeds of war. After this pow-wow is over, we shall have to have a long talk of old friends and family.”

“I shall look forward to it,” I replied with true enthusiasm. “Is that centerpiece on the buffet what it appears to be?”

“Indeed, to honor you, son of my spirit. Bison hump and haunch from the Onida herds,” he said in perfect Iroquois.

“Then I shall have to get some, to honor the giver, Uncle,” I responded in the same language. Then in English, I added, “That food looks too good to miss and I see another old friend over by the buffet. I haven’t seen Jean since the Academy. He was a year behind me, and I sort of took him under my wing.”

“Go then, youngster, so long as we talk later.”

“My word on it.”

I made my way across the crowded room to the buffet.

By the sideboard was the French Ambassador, Jean, Count du Coucy, an old school chum. He had been fortunate enough to be studying at the Continental Congress Naval Academy when the French threw off their royalty. When Napoleon had come to power, the First Citizen had instated him as Ambassador, and returned his estates.

“So, filling your plate with meat and treats outranks words with your President?”

“Jean,” I smiled, “it is good to see you again. Letters, be they ever so often, are no substitute for a handshake and word face to face. Mister Arnold and I were merely arraigning time for a real talk, later.”

Sir Lional was edging closer, to overhear what a mere Lieutenant of the Navy might have to say to both the President and the French Ambassador. I decided to give him an earful.

“How is it that you never mentioned Mr. Arnold during our Academy days?” inquired Jean.

“Then, as now, he hates notoriety. He is an old family friend from the days of the War of Independence, no more.”

“No more!?” Jean seemed shocked. “The hero of the Great War, the conqueror of Canada, the man who formed, and brought to your Union, the Indian State, Senator for how many years, and now President twice over, only an old family friend? How did that happen?”

“It goes back to when my grandfather, on my mother’s side, Tall Bear, saved the general’s life at the second battle of Ontario ...” I began, but was interrupted.

“Do you mean the Tall Bear, who took the colonies of St. Laurence and New Found Land?” cut in the impeccably British accents of Sir Lional.

“Why yes, I do. My grandfather. Though I wasn’t talking to you,” I rebuked gently. “Yet you are welcome to join us. The minced bison pasty is excellent.”

“I thank you, but no. I am not here to eat. You have the ear of the President and the French Ambassador.” He shot a poisonous look at Jean. “You must be a valuable go-between. I am surprised that President Arnold would allow you to be risked in a small squadron at war on the high seas.”

“The risk seemed small enough. Besides I have been involved in improving the range and accuracy of our Congreves for the last ten years. I wanted to see them perform in field conditions.”

“Should he be hearing that?” asked Jean. “It is a secret, yet.”

“My tongue is not so loose as all that. We will be unveiling them tonight. Besides, little goes on in the Continental Congress that Sir Lional does not know of. You have had reports of our activities in rocketry for what, about ten years?”

Sir Lional had the grace to look away in embarrassment. “Something like that,” he muttered.

“If you are not here for the party and food, why are you here?”

To be continued

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As weeks turned to months and seasons changed, over West Rukongai a certain iconic thumping sound could be heard from the night skies with increasing frequency. Always distant at first, it emanated from floating lights in red, green, and white, which older souls might take for some kind of onibi. The newer denizens among the towns and villages, however, might know them for what they really were: aircraft running lights.

Whether anyone who knew that really believed what they were seeing or not was a different matter entirely. People this far out could barely find basic personal comforts like shoes; to imagine that a helicopter or plane was flying around sounded rather ridiculous given that.

What was perhaps most curious about this nocturnal apparition was that if it drew close enough overhead, one could hear music too. To begin with, it was usually too far away to be heard clearly. However, as time passed, it tended to fly lower and in more visually interesting ways, and the lyrics accordingly gained intelligibility.

It was especially common to hear, "Wasure wa shinai kimi no koto wa kanawanu michi ni nao hitori tachi." The meaning of that, given the sporadic, whispered stories coming from the direction from which the apparition usually came, was left open to individual interpretation...

That mystery was soon enough overshadowed by another, as it became clear there was more than one of them. They started out far apart from one another, seeming to operate independently much as before on opposite ends of the horizon.

Night after night, more of them gradually appeared, and it wasn't long before they began to move in more complex ways together. They quickly came to take on formations, and those formations grew increasingly complex and multitudinous in their participants as time wore on.

Soon enough, from the setting of the sun until the crack of dawn, at any given time it was common to see several of the apparitions at various points in the sky, usually in pairs but sometimes more. Over the course of the night, they gathered and dispersed, sometimes flying higher and sometimes much lower—as though to land, though never near populated places.

Thus things proceeded until one spring night, when winter's chill was finally receding and the sakura were in bloom. For once, the apparitions did not appear at sundown. They had become such a staple fixture that there was some confusion about that at first, only for it to eventually be largely shrugged off. Who could say what logic such things were motivated by?

They did come, however, perhaps two hours before most settled down for sleep—all of them.

Their combined sound heralded their approach long before they came into view, a whirring chop notably louder than any single one of them alone, heightened further still by their low approach. They drew in at tree top height in staggered echelons, four across and ten deep, forty in total. It was clearly a parade, and for the first time—by any massed group anyway—they could be seen at least somewhat properly by the glow of their navigational lights.

They were Bell UH-1 Iroquois helicopters, at least mostly UH-1H models. Uniformly painted matte black, the lights of each lit up titanium white lettering on the sides of adjoining aircraft: "UN" in big letters and "United Nations" in smaller text on the doors, a United Nations emblem in place of a roundel on the tail boom, "UNREF" in big letters further down the boom, and tail codes further back still. It was absolutely not the standard coloration such aircraft ought to have of black text on white skin. Rather more concerningly, they all appeared to be armed with what might readily be imagined to be rocket packs behind their doors.

As they drew nearer, that same song as ever could be heard above the thump of their rotors. On a certain line of it, "Kienai koe yo ima yomigaere chikara e to," their noses pitched up as one, bringing them to a halt in mid-air. The move flashed another logo emblazoned upon their underbellies: substantially the same United Nations emblem, but encased within a hexagon, and with a negative space interrupting it which resembled... a cat?

All at once, those packs of tubes roared to life, drowning out the song for a few seconds as they filled the night air with rockets arcing skyward. As soon as the last ones had fired, the helicopters turned in unison, banking off to the left in formation as their noses pitched back down.

As they retreated into the distance just as they had come, fireworks burst to life above the town they had passed over, their motors tuned and fuses timed to keep the show going vibrantly for a solid two minutes.

Likely momentarily forgotten, the aerial procession made another correction in order to return whence they'd come, there to resupply for another performance elsewhere.

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Traditional Water Drums

Water drums are a category of membranophone characterized by the filling of the drum chamber with some water to create a unique resonant sound. The presence of the water within gives the sound far greater carrying power than a dry drum possesses. At close range, the tone of the water drum is often a dull thud, but when properly tuned by an experienced drummer it has a resonance that can be heard for miles. No drum can be heard so far; it is on record that water drums have been heard eight to ten miles over a lake. This capacity to be heard distinctly at a distance, coupled with a peculiar tone quality, gives the water drum a very unique voice.

Water drums are used all over the world, including African music and American Indian music, and are made of various materials, with a membrane stretched over a hard body such as a metal, clay or wood. The Native American Church uses a black iron kettle with three tripod legs. The leather drum head is soaked in water before being stretched over the kettle. Clay pot drums were common among many eastern and southern tribes in the ancient days, those of the South using a semicircular-shaped bowl with legs. The pottery water drum of the Pueblo Indians is a vase-shaped pot with a flared out top. Pueblo water drums vary in size from small pots holding a gallon of water up to huge ones measuring thirty or more inches in diameter. These are filled about one-fourth full of water and the wet hide is tied over the top. When not in use the tanned drumhead and rawhide thong for tying it are kept inside the pot.  

Wooden water drums are the traditional percussion instrument for the Native American Anishinaabe (Ojibwe), Ottawa, Potawatomi, Huron and Iroquois peoples. The Eastern Woodland tribes made far greater use of water drums than any other Native peoples, and attached a greater significance to them. To the Anishinaabe and their many neighboring tribes, the water drum is a true medicine drum of great power, the sacred drum of the Midewiwin or Grand Medicine Society, which is at the core of Anishinaabe religion. Water is synonymous with life, hence it adds great potency to the water drum. Its sacred sound is regarded as one of the most effective ways of establishing connections with the spirit realm, since it travels through space, permeates visual and physical barriers, and conveys information from the unseen world. It is widely used today in traditional Longhouse social dances and ceremonies.

Wooden water drums are made either by hollowing out a solid section of a small soft wood log, or assembled using cedar slats and banded much like an old keg. The drum is filled about one-fourth full of water and a wet leather hide is stretched over the top. For detailed instructions on crafting, tuning and playing water drums, download the free eBook, How to Make Drums, Tomtoms, and Rattles by Bernard S. Mason. This classic 1938 edition is now a free public domain eBook.

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Currently at Marc Straus is Marie Watt’s impressive exhibition, Singing Everything.

From the press release-

A member of the Seneca Nation, Watt also has German-Scott ancestry. Her layered and complex influences include Indigenous knowledge and Iroquois proto-feminism, the matriarchal structures of certain Native American nations, the rise of social activism throughout the 20th century, and the anti-war and anti-hate content of the 1960s and 1970s music scene.

Central to the exhibition are three Sewing Circle pieces that were initiated at communal gatherings at the Whitney Museum of American Art in 2022. Watt’s sewing circles are cross generational, multicultural gatherings that she has been organizing for over a decade. Inspired by poet laurate Joy Harjo’s (Mvskoke/Creek) poem Singing Everything, Watt collects words from the participants of her sewing circles with the prompt, “what do you want to sing a song for in this moment?” The submitted words are then embroidered or sewn onto patches of fabric during the sewing circle. For the Whitney Sewing Circle, with over 300 participants, Watt, for the first time, used all the submitted words. Each panel is patterned in a way that stays true to the original hand. She thinks of ones handwriting as an extension of the cadence of one’s voice and in this project, it becomes part of a larger chorus. By composing large-scale wall works from these pieces of fabric, Watt creates collaborative artworks that interweave many individual handwritings, touches, and the stories that were exchanged in a shared space.

When entering the gallery, the visitor is greeted by a sweeping, 24-foot-long neon sign spelling out the words “deer, skywalker, heron, bass, great lake, woodland, beaver, turtle, wolf, lowly, muskrat, rat” in various hues that evoke the sky on the horizon during sunset and sunrise. While the piece represents a new direction in Watt’s work, she views neon as an extension of beadwork. The glass itself is at once thread and bead, and both neon and beads have a relationship to trade. They both envelop light, color, and sound, embodying sunrises and sunsets on the horizon.

Two blanket towers, her signature sculptural works, appear in the show but now with tin bells or jingles added to the reclaimed wool blankets. This choice of added material felt like a natural extension to Watt. She writes: “Blankets are danced and so are jingles, there is something healing about them both. They are objects of comfort” – by way of touch or sound. “Jingles acknowledge the Jingle Dress Dance which began as a healing ritual in the Ojibwe tribe in the 1910s during the influenza pandemic. The Jingle Dress Dance was also a radical act. In 1883, the United States banned Indigenous ceremonial gatherings. Though the ban was repealed in 1978 with the American Indian Religious Freedom Act, during its century-long prohibition the Jingle Dress Dance was shared with other tribal communities. Today it is a pow-wow dance and continues to be associated with healing. The relevance of this dance extends beyond pandemics.” By including jingles Watt brings the potential of sound into her work, adding to their visual and tactile aspects.

While drawing from long craft traditions such as textile or glass work, Watt is expanding her work by including contemporary stories and both individual and collective experiences. Her primary interest is to think about art as more experiential, rather than only visual, a direction she plans to explore further.

This exhibition closes 5/20/23.

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Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details) [ad_1] Native American Music in Eastern North America is one of many case-study volumes that can be used along with Thinking Musically, the core book in the Global Music Series. Thinking Musically incorporates music from many diverse cultures and establishes the framework for exploring the practice of music around the world. It sets the stage for an array of case-study volumes, each of which focuses on a single area of the world. Each case study uses the contemporary musical situation as a point of departure, covering historical information and traditions as they relate to the present. Visit www.oup.com/us/globalmusic for a list of case studies in the Global Music Series. The website also includes instructional materials to accompany each study. Native American Music in Eastern North America is one of the first books to explore the contemporary musical landscape of indigenous North Americans in the north and east. It shows how performance traditions of Native North Americans have been influenced by traditional social values and cultural histories, as well as by encounters and exchanges with other indigenous groups and with newcomers from Europe and Africa. Drawing on her extensive fieldwork and on case studies from several communities--including the Iroquois, the Algonquian-speaking nations of the Atlantic seaboard, and the Inuit of the far north--author Beverley Diamond discusses intertribal celebrations, popular music projects, dance, art, and film. She also considers how technology has mediated present-day cultural communication and how traditional ideas about social roles and gender identities have been negotiated through music. Enhanced by accounts of local performances, interviews with tribal elders and First Nations performers, vivid illustrations, and hands-on listening activities, Native American Music in Eastern North America provides a captivating introduction to this under-examined topic. It is packaged with an 80-minute audio CD containing twenty-six examples of the music discussed in the book, including several rare recordings. The author has also provided a list of eighteen songs representing a wide variety of styles--from traditional Native American chants to an Inuit collaboration with Björk--that are referenced in the book and available as an iMix at www.oup.com/us/globalmusic. Publisher ‏ : ‎ OUP USA; PAP/COM edition (3 March 2011) Language ‏ : ‎ English Paperback ‏ : ‎ 208 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0195301048 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0195301045 Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 20.83 x 0.99 x 14.07 cm Country of Origin ‏ : ‎ India [ad_2]

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Premieres

Alice the Golf Bug (Ub Iwerks Disney Cartoon; 1927)

Arsenic and Old Lace, by Joseph Kesselring (Play; 1941)

The Back-Seat Drivers or Mashed Landing (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 13; 1960)

Baton Bunny (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

Bullwinkle’s Water Follies or Antlers Aweigh (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S1, Ep. 14; 1960)

The City and the Pillar, by Gore Vidal (Novel; 1948)

Common Sense, by Thomas Paine (Pamphlet; 1776)

Crying Wolf (Terrytoons Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1947)

Evangelion 3.0: You Can (Not) Redo (Animated Film; 2014)

Far From Heaven (Film; 2003)

The Feud (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Figures—Doubles—Prismes, by Pierre Boulez (Orchestral Composition; 1964)

Fraggle Rock (TV Series; 1983)

The Greatest Show on Earth (Film; 1952)

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle (Film; 1992)

Her (Film; 2014)

Inherit the Wind, by Jerome Lawrence (Play; 1955)

Introducing… The Beatles (Album; 1964)

The Lamp Lighter (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1938)

Loop (Pixar SparkShorts Cartoon; 2020)

Man and His Symbols, by C.G. Jung (Science Book; 1963)

Metropolis (Film; 1927)

The Missing Mouse (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1953)

1917 (Film; 2020)

Paradise City, by Guns ’N’ Roses (Song; 1989)

Polyglot Bible (Spanish Bible; 1514)

Problem Pappy (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1941)

Recess: School’s Out (Animated Film; 2001)

Silly Symphony (Newspaper Comic Strip; 1932)

Silvertone, by Chris Isaak (Album; 1985)

The Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats (Children’s Book; 1962)

The Sopranos (TV Series; 1999)

Standard Oil Co. (Incorporated; 1870)

Tech Suppork (WB Cartoon; 2002)

Three Places in New England, by Charles Ives (Orchestral Composition; 1931)

Timber (Disney Cartoon; 1941)

Tintin in the Land of the Soviets, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1929) [Tintin #1]

Underwater (Film; 2020)

University of South Carolina (School Founded; 1805)

The Villain’s Curse (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

What a Little Sneeze Will Do (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1941)

Why Do Fools Fall in Love, by Frankie Lymon (Song; 1956)

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Gonzalo, Nicanor (Spain)

Sigbritt, Sigurd (Sweden)

Bethany, Darby, Derby, Dermot, Kermit, Kermore, Rhett (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 10 of 2025; 355 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of Week 2 of 2025

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Ding-Chou), Day 11 (Ji-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Coptic: 2 Tubah 1741

Hebrew: 10 Teveth 5785

Islamic: 10 Rajab 1446

J Cal: 10 White; Threesday [10 of 30]

Julian: 28 December 2024

Moon: 88%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 10 Moses (1st Month) [Menu]

Runic Half Month:Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 21 of 90)

Week: 1st Full Week of January

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 20 of 30)

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Gratitude

  Robin Wall Kimmerer, botanist and member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation, writes in her book Braiding Sweetgrass:  "The exchange of recognition, gratitude, and reciprocity for these gifts [of the earth] is just as important in a Brooklyn flat as under a birch bark roof."

    In one chapter of the book, she quotes from the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) Thanksgiving Address:

    We are thankful to our Mother the Earth...

     We give thanks to all the Waters of the World...

    With one mind, we honor and thank all the Food Plants...

    Now we turn to the Medicine Herbs...

    Standing around us we see all the Trees...  

    We gather our minds together to send our greetings and thanks to all the beautiful Animal Life...

    We...thank all the Birds who move and fly about over our heads...

    We are thankful for the powers we know as the Four Winds...

    We now send greetings and thanks to our eldest brother the Sun...to our eldest Grandmother, the Moon...to the Stars who are spread across the sky like jewelry...

    We...thank the enlightened Teachers...

     We now turn our thoughts to the Creator, or Great Spirit...

Sound like St. Francis?  "St. Francis of Assisi reminds us that our common home is like a sister with whom we share our life and a beautiful mother who opens her arms to embrace us." (Laudato Si', 1)

Please watch this beautiful brief slideshow.  (Sadly, there is no music to accompany it.)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJAehMTphlU

Hoping you might still find a moment to do this survey:  https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1lFTgcniaKsoZR_q7CyhgFy3bWXeGQ5mJJjkOnJ-QWMs/edit

Happy Thanksgiving!

Sharing Laudato Si' comes to you from the St. Andrew the Apostle Care for Creation Ministry, Brooklyn, New York, affiliated with the Metro New York Catholic Climate Movement.

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