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“I own an island, off the cost of Costa Rica.”
-John Hammond
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#history#isla del coco#isla nublar#cocos island#costa rica#latin american history#jurassic park#jp#jurassic world#jw#animal history#1970s#national park#coconut#tourist destination#coral reef#central america#costa rican history#travel girl#latin america#wildlife#nature reserve#landmarks#native americans#island#ocean life#conservation#tropical island#nickys facts
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The inscription by Jorge Salazar reads:
Worker from the banana plantations, Limón 1920's. Original coloring.
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#costa rica#costa rican history#1920s#banana plantation#costa rica history#black and white photography#latin america#alt text added to the picture
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DAME CHRISTIANA FIGUERES // DIPLOMAT
“She is a Costa Rican diplomat who has led national, international and multilateral policy negotiations. She was appointed Executive Secretary of the UN Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC) in July 2010, six months after the failed COP15 in Copenhagen. During the next six years she worked to rebuild the global climate change negotiating process, leading to the 2015 Paris Agreement, widely recognized as a historic achievement.”
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Summer Nights 2024 Lineup
Junebug
My Dreams of You
A Costa Rican Wedding
The Magic of Lemon Drops
Head Over Heels
#summer nights#hallmark channel#hallmark movies#junebug#my dreams of you#a costa rican wedding#the magic of lemon drops#head over heels#hallmark history
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Queer Calendar 2023
We put together a calendar of key (mostly queer) dates at the start of the year to help us with scheduling - so I thought I’d share it around! Including pride and visibility days, some queer birthdays and anniversaries, and a few other bits and bobs. Click the links for more info - I dream one day of having a queer story for every day of the year!
This is obviously not an exhaustive list - if I’ve overlooked something important to you, feel free to add it in the reblogs!
January
3 - Bisexual American jazz-age heiress Henrietta Bingham born 1901
8 - Queer Australian bushranger Captain Moonlite born 1845; gay American art collector Ned Warren born 1860
11 - Pennsylvania celebrates Rosetta Tharpe Day in honour of bisexual musician Rosetta Tharpe
12 - Japanese lesbian author Nobuko Yoshiya born 1896
22 - Lunar New Year (Year of the Rabbit)
24 - Roman emperor Hadrian, famous for his relationship with Antinous, born 76CE; gay Prussian King Frederick the Great born 1712
27 - International Holocaust Remembrance Day
February
LGBT+ History Month (UK, Hungary)
Black History Month (USA and Canada)
1 - Feast of St Brigid, a saint especially important to Irish queer women
5 - Operation Soap, a police raid on gay bathhouses in Toronto, Canada, spurs massive protests, 1981
7 - National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day (USA)
18 - US Black lesbian writer and activist Audre Lorde born 1934
12 - National Freedom to Marry Day (USA)
19-25 - Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week
March
Women’s History Month
1 - Black Women in Jazz and the Arts Day
8 - International Women’s Day
9 - Bi British writer David Garnett born 1892
12 - Bi Polish-Russian ballet dancer Vaslav Nijinsky born 1889 or 1890
13 March-15 April - Deaf History Month
14 - American lesbian bookseller and publisher Sylvia Beach born 1887
16 - French lesbian artist Rosa Bonheur born 1822
20 - Bi US musician Rosetta Tharpe born 1915
21 - World Poetry Day
24 - The Wachowski sisters’ cyberpunk trans allegory The Matrix premiers 1999
April
Jazz Appreciation Month
Black Women’s History Month
National Poetry Month (USA)
3 - British lesbian diarist Anne Lister born 1791
8 - Trans British racing driver and fighter pilot Roberta Cowell born 1918
9 - Bi Australia poet Lesbia Harford born 1891; Easter Sunday
10 - National Youth HIV & AIDS Awareness Day (USA)
14 - Day of Silence
15 - Queer Norwegian photographer and suffragist Marie Høeg born 1866
17 - Costa-Rican-Mexican lesbian singer Chavela Vargas born 1919
21-22 - Eid al-Fitr
25 - Gay English King Edward II born 1284
26 - Lesbian Day of Visibility; bi American blues singer Ma Rainey born 1886
29 - International Dance Day
30 - International Jazz Day
May
1 - Trans British doctor and Buddhist monk Michael Dillon born 1915
7 - International Family Equality Day
7 - Gay Russian composer Pyotr Tchaikovsky born 1840
15 - Australian drag road-trip comedy The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert premiers in 1994
17 - IDAHOBIT (International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, Intersexism and Transphobia)
18 - International Museum Day
19 - Agender Pride Day
22 - US lesbian tailor and poet Charity Bryant born 1777
22 - Harvey Milk Day marks the birth of gay US politician Harvey Milk 1930
23 - Premier of Pride, telling the story of the 1980s British activist group Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners
24 - Pansexual and Panromantic Awareness and Visibility Day; Queer Chinese-Japanese spy Kawashima Yoshiko born 1907
26 - queer American astronaut Sally Ride born 1951
29 - Taiwanese lesbian writer Qiu Miaojin born 1969
June
Pride Month
Indigenous History Month (Canada)
3 - Bisexual American-French performer, activist and WWII spy Josephine Baker born 1906
5 - Queer Spanish playwright and poet Federico García Lorca born 1898; bi English economic John Maynard Keynes born 1883
8 - Mechanic and founder of Australia’s first all-female garage, Alice Anderson, born 1897
10 - Bisexual Israeli poet Yona Wallach born 1944
12 - Pulse Night of Remembrance, commemorating the 2012 shooting at the Pulse nightclub, Orlando
14 - Australian activists found the Gay and Lesbian Kingdom of the Coral Sea Islands in 2004
18 - Sally Ride becomes the first know queer woman in space
24 - The first Sydney Mardi Gras 1978
25 - The rainbow flag first flown as a queer symbol in 1978
28 - Stonewall Riots, 1969
28 June-2 July - Eid al-Adha
30 - Gay German-Israeli activist, WWII resistance member and Holocaust survivor Gad Beck born 1923
July
1 - Gay Dutch WWII resistance fighter Willem Arondeus killed - his last words were “Tell the people homosexuals are no cowards”
2-9 - NAIDOC Week (Australia) celebrating Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander culture
6 - Bi Mexican artist Frida Kahlo born 1907
12 or 13 - Roman emperor Julius Caesar born c.100BCE
14 - International Non-Binary People’s Day
23 - Shelly Bauman, owner of Seattle gay club Shelly’s Leg, born 1947; American lesbian cetenarian Ruth Ellis born 1899; gay American professor, tattooist and sex researcher Sam Steward born 1909
25 - Italian-Australian trans man Harry Crawford born 1875
August
8 - International Cat Day
9 - Queer Finnish artist, author and creator of Moomins Tove Jansson born 1914
9 - International Day of the World's Indigenous Peoples
11 - Russian lesbian poet Sofya Parnok born 1885
12 - Queer American blues musician Gladys Bentley born 1907
13 - International Left-Handers Day
22 - Gay WWII Dutch resistance fight Willem Arondeus born 1894
24 - Trans American drag queen and activist Marsha P Johnson born 1945
26 - National Dog Day
30 - Bi British author Mary Shelley 1797
31 - Wear it Purple Day (Australia - queer youth awareness)
September
5 - Frontman of Queen Freddie Mercury born 1946
6 - Trans Scottish doctor and farmer Ewan Forbes born 1912
13 - 1990 documentary on New York’s ball culture Paris is Burning premiers
15-17 - Rosh Hashanah
16-23 - Bisexual Awareness Week
17 - Gay Prussian-American Inspector General of the US Army Baron von Steuben born 1730
23 - Celebrate Bisexuality Day
24 - Gay Australian artist William Dobell born 1889
30 - International Podcast Day
October
Black History Month (Europe)
4 - World Animal Day
5 - National Poetry Day (UK)
5 - Queer French diplomat and spy the Chevalière d’Éon born 1728
8 - International Lesbian Day
9 - Indigenous Peoples’ Day (USA)
11 - National Coming Out Day
16 - Irish writer Oscar Wilde born 1854
18 - International Pronouns Day
22-28 - Asexual Awareness Week
26 - Intersex Awareness Day
31 - American lesbian tailor Sylvia Drake born 1784
November
8 - Intersex Day of Remembrance
12 - Diwali; Queer Mexican nun Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz born c.1648
13-19 - Transgender Awareness Week
20 - Trans American writer, lawyer, activist and priest Pauli Murray born 1910; Transgender Day of Remembrance
27 - Antinous, lover of the Roman emperor Hadrian, born c.111; German lesbian drama Mädchen in Uniform premiers, 1931
29 - Queer American writer Louisa May Alcott born 1832
December
AIDS Awareness Month
1 - World AIDS Day
2 - International Day for the Abolition of Slavery
3 - International Day of Persons with Disabilities
8 - Pansexual Pride Day; queer Swedish monarch Christina of Sweden born 1626
10 - Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners host Pits and Perverts concern to raise mining for striking Welsh miners, 1984
14 - World Monkey Day
15 - Roman emperor Nero born 37CE
24 - American drag king and bouncer Stormé DeLarverie born 1920
25 - Christmas
29 - Trans American jazz musician Billy Tipton born 1914
#calendar#queer calendar#queer observances#pride days#queer history#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbt history#gay history#trans history#queer#gay#trans#lesbian#lesbian history
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🏆🌟 Embark on the grand finale of Latex Legends League, a saga that unveiled 36 remarkable men from across the globe! Now, the spotlight shines on the eminent trio - Connor, the captivating Fury, and the charismatic Fran from Spain. 🔥✨
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i think he knows - u. simón
pairing: unai simón x female!reader | f | mutual pining | wc: 2,610 | warnings: none | note: they got history together hehe
“didn't you study together?”
ilse’s loud voice allowed me to fully understand the question she had asked. i followed her finger with my eyes, trying to figure out who she was pointing at, until i saw the little yellow dot in the shape of a person in spain's penalty area.
“ah,” i reflected for a moment, facing the crowd of people shouting around me. football made people behave strangely. ���yeah.”
she’d pointed to unai simón, the starting goalkeeper for the spanish national team at the world cup.
“how do you know that?” i asked, curious.
i had never told her about simón. ilse and i became friends after i finished high school, when i managed to do a one-year exchange in costa rica. she was a very outgoing native who adopted me as her friend for the rest of my stay and even when i left a year and a half later, we were still friends.
i couldn’t decide whether or not it was depressing to reveal that she was the only friend i’d ever had. being a nerd at school didn’t open doors for me in terms of lasting friendships, but it did bring me many academic and professional opportunities. even though ilse was the daughter of the leader of the medical team and was following the world cup so closely because of him, i was there on business. her father was my boss and i was part of the medical team for the costa rican national team.
“i snooped through your yearbook,” ilse confessed, nudging my arm and then discreetly pointing to simón grabbing the ball again. she didn’t even seem upset that her team was losing 7-0. “he’s very handsome. do you think he remembers you?”
simón once found me dirty with paint; a group of stupid boys were playing a prank on the group of people they called nerds and as i passed the door to the chemistry lab, a rope was pulled and a bucket of colored paint fell on my head. i was annoyed enough to realize that i couldn't cope with a bunch of dumbasses, so i turned to leave and bumped into simón. i soiled his shirt and didn't say anything.
another time, at an ice-skating event on the school playground, i decided to risk skating, which was a bad idea. i only realized it when i slipped on the ice, fell backwards onto the ground and took him with me. all of our encounters were imminent disasters, always resulting in my complete humiliation. i remembered him.
“i don’t think so,” i replied, keeping the humiliating memories to myself. “he was quite popular.”
and, as the ridiculous tradition dictated, guys like him didn’t look at girls like me. i was always studying, stuck in the library, spending time in the biology lab, while all he had to do was be handsome and join the school football team. two completely opposite people who never stopped to say anything more that their own names. i really didn’t think he remembered me, but was pathetic enough to have never forgotten the crush i had on him.
i thought i would never see him again… until i found out that he had become the official goalkeeper of the spanish national team and had been signed by a spanish club. now, i was surrounded by his image. just like now.
“wow, that sucks!” ilse muttered as the referee blew the whistle, ending the game. “can i swear at your country?”
she looked at me expectantly. i laughed and shook my head, hitting her arm with a weak knuckle, while the coaching staff and the team’s reserve players dispersed around us.
“just a little bit,”i replied.
ilse began a session of cursing in her mother tongue and with the ugly looks she threw at every spanish player on the pitch, anyone could tell what she meant. suddenly, ilse softened her expression and turned her face towards me, smiling.
“no one will curse you more than me for cheering for the rival team,” she said.
“i was born in spain,” i retorted, as if that was enough of an argument. “and you don’t know if i supported them.”
ilse gave me a look, as if she knew i did. i made a disgusted face, not at all guilty for wishing spain would play well in their opening game, even though i sympathized with the boys from the team that had given me a job.
“what?!” my best friend exclaimed. “with a goalkeeper like that, even i was cheering! and you went to school together!”
i realized that she wouldn’t leave me alone with that fact. it was only the team’s first match day in the group stage, which meant that i would still be in the same atmosphere as my former schoolmate and that ilse wouldn’t miss the opportunity to talk about him whenever she could.
“you should go and talk to the boys,” i suggested.
she let out a dramatic sigh, but went along with my suggestion. my best friend turned her back on me and i watched as she talked to some of the players, saying words that i couldn’t hear because i was kind of far away. standing there was making me restless, so i joined the others and checked that everything was okay with the first team of players who had played today. they had lost seven to nothing to spain, a bad start for a world cup opener, but apart from emotionally, physically they were perfectly fine.
i noticed that the stadium was emptying, the pitch occupied only by the players, the coaching staff and the media team. the boys started exchanging polite greetings with the spanish players and i handed out water to some of them, i could feel ilse’s gaze on me the whole time. when i stared back, standing in the midfield, she gave me a silent look, pointing with her head at me, but i didn’t understand what she meant.
i threw a bottle to navas, who caught it masterfully and gave me a thumbs-up and a grateful smile. ilse kept shaking her head and i was about to turn around and ignore her when my body slammed into someone. as i turned, simón was right in front of me.
he was sweaty, still wearing his uniform, but without the gloves on his hands. the spain goalkeeper — and my former crush from my teenage years — raised his face towards me, a smile on his lips. then i understood ilse’s signals.
“sorry,” he mumbled in english. “i didn't see you there.”
i swallowed, feeling the sweat in my hands. for a moment, i felt like i was in high school again, where i bumped into him most of he time during a humiliating situation, but things were different now.
“it’s okay,” i replied, barely noticing that i had used my mother tongue to communicate, which gave me away. “it was my fault.”
unai simón narrowed his eyes at me.
“you speak spanish?”
i pursed my lips and shrugged.
“yes”, i agreed. “i work with the costa rican team, but… i’m spanish.”
he looked confused for a moment. his brow furrowed and his smile grew until his expression softened in total recognition.
“y/n?”
my heart skipped a beat. hearing him say my name had paralyzed my body. even when we studied together, i don’t think i ever saw him call me by my first name or even refer to me, although he was never cruel or anything like that just because he was popular, in fact, simón was always kind. he took me home covered with paint, not caring if i got his car dirty. he took me to the infirmary during my ice-skating accident. he removed all the offensive stickers that had been placed on my locker door.
“yeah, that’s me.”
surprisingly, the smile on his face widened even more. i rubbed my hands on the cloth of my pants, not knowing what to do with them, since i had handed over all the water bottles and wasn't holding anything else to occupy me.
“i think you know who i am, since you didn’t ask,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, his mile diminishing, but not completely. his beard gave him an even younger look and i wondered how he had become so handsome in just a few years. “i mean, i know you know who i am, i meant…”
“i remember you, simón,” i interrupted, explaining. “i’m just surprised you remembered me.”
he looked around quickly, but no one was paying attention to us. i took advantage of those seconds of distraction to keep noticing how handsome, charming and, as ilse would love to point out if she were with me now, how hot he was.
“i hope i’ve never been a jerk to you for you to think that,” he said, distracting me with the movements of his hand running quickly through his beard. “but the comical situations we always found ourselves in made you stand out.”
i snorted, realizing only now that we were communicating in our mother tongue and not in english.
“humiliating situations, you mean,” i corrected.
waston walked past me and we exchanged a quick high-five before he headed straight for the dugout.
“no,” simón disagreed with me. “besides, you saved me.”
i blinked at him, trying to understand what he meant. i saved you? there was nothing in my memory about that.
“you must be confusing me with someone else,” i said, moistening my lips, a little puzzled.
“no, y/n, i’m not,” the goalkeeper hastened to reply. “the swimming championship, do you remember?”
once a year, the school held a sports championship for the students to take part in and compete against teams from other schools. i never took part in anything, except as a spectator, but once, in the swimming championship, the members of the football team got into a fight with the rival team and simón was pushed into the pool.
he couldn’t swim and the pool was too deep, so on impulse i threw myself into the water and pulled him out. as soon as i got him out of the pool, my blood pressure dropped and i fainted, practically forgetting about it. i knew i had saved someone from drowning, but i didn’t know it was him.
“i didn’t remember it was you,” i confessed.
damn.
a revelation at this point of my life changed my perspective a little. he never talked to me afterwards, so i was never going to remember anything if it wasn’t said now.
“i’m sorry i never thanked you enough for that,” he said, seeming to read my mind. “but i’m glad i found you here now. i can thank you and dedicate our victory to you. i wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t saved me.”
i smiled, because i didn’t know what to say. my pulse quickened and i took a deep breath, recovering from the vast sea of emotions that was consuming me in that unexpected meeting.
“you’re welcome, simón,” i murmured. “but you’re here on your own merits. may ilse never hear me, but i was rooting for you.”
he laughed, the sound sending a shiver down the back of my neck.
“wait a minute, did you say you work for the costa rican national team?”, he returned to the subject, only just realizing the information. “what? didn’t your country have a vacancy in the area?”
this time i laughed, shaking my head.
“it’s not that,” i explained. “i did an exchange program in costa rica and met some people. one of these people is the daughter of the head of the national team’s medical team, so i did an interview and was called up.”
only now did he seem to notice the FIFA badge around my neck, announcing my name and role: orthopedic doctor.
“you’re on the wrong team, l/n.”
i laughed again, shrugging.
“don’t worry, player,” i murmured, with a smile. “i intend to go back to spain.”
his eyes looked at me in a new way, a smile wandering on his lips. the world around us seemed to disappear for a moment and i felt nervous in his presence, but not for the wrong reasons. it was just the realization that he still had an effect on me, even after so many years.
“when you get back, pay me a visit.”
unable to say anything, i just nodded positively, sealing a silent promise that i didn’t even know if i would keep.
“and if you need a better job, please come and join your team,” he added.
spain was my home and i knew some of the players in the spanish national team, but wasn’t sure if they could be my team, as simón was keen to stress. in any case, i had liked the feeling the phrase had given me, so i didn’t turn down the invitation straight away.
“i wish you’d noticed me before,” i said, a little absent-mindedly, but it was too late to turn back now.
i mentally cursed myself for letting it slip, simón looking at me with genuine surprise before moving a little closer to me.
“i’ve always noticed you, y/n,” he confessed.
the feeling of butterflies in my stomach overwhelmed me. it seemed that teenage sensations never ceased to be part of us, even in adulthood. he had been my first crush and, as far as i could tell, he still was. i was about to say something, anything, but we were interrupted.
“hi, y/n!” gavi appeared, smiling at me.
i blinked, turning my attention from the goalkeeper to the youngest player in the team and smiled. i had met gavi during my time at barcelona, when i had to take part in a training session and replace the orthopedist for a season.
“hi, gavi,” i returned the greeting. “you look bigger than last time.”
he laughed and hugged me quickly, knowing that i didn’t care that he was sweaty.
“do you know each other?” simón asked, confused.
“yeah, she was our doctor for a while at barcelona,” gavi explained. “anyway, sorry about that, y/n, but i need to steal our goalkeeper for a minute,” he continued, turning to simón. “they’re calling for a team photo.”
simón nodded in agreement and gavi said a quick goodbye, leaving us alone again.
“am i going to see you again?” he asked.
i didn’t know that answer, but i wanted to be positive about it.
“i hope so,” i replied. “gavi has my number.”
he shook his head slowly, looking thoughtful.
“if our team lifts the cup, i’ll dedicate it to you,” he said, breaking the distance between us. “it was great to see you, y/n.”
simón took his time kissing my left cheek and i barely noticed that i was holding my breath as he approached. his beard brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine, and i saw his smile as he pulled away and turned his back on me.
i let the air out of my mouth and swallowed, feeling sorry for my poor heart, which was beating faster than anything. my eyes watched him walk away, analyzing his every move and interaction with his colleagues. when he looked at me from afar, catching me still staring at him, i accepted my defeat.
there could be no doubt that my teenage crush on him had been with me all my life until that moment and i wondered if he knew that.
actually, i think he knows.
i think he’s always known.
#unai simón#unai simón imagines#unai simón scenarios#football imagines#football scenarios#football drabbles#football blurbs#athletic club imagines#sportswriters ❤
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March 20th, 2024
It’s Chloe’s birthday. I knew this would happen, but I’m more upset about missing her birthday than I am about not being home for my own.
Struggling this week, feeling full of energy and wanting to participate, but being hindered by waiting (not so patiently) for my feet to heal. And unfortunately I jumped the gun today with socks and hiking boots, and made it approximately 3 hours into class before I was sent to sit in the car and remove my shoes. Infuriating.
So physically I can’t be as present as I’d like. But having to take a step back from the activities has given me more time to really hang out with this family. Our days here are long and the other trainees only really see their families at breakfast and again at 7pm. I’ve been doing half days so I get way more face time with my family here to really connect. And lemme tell you, It’s going to be very hard to leave this family. Been so refreshing to sit and talk to men here that don’t make me uncomfortable, i truly think that is such a cultural difference between Panamanians and Costa Ricans. Watching the History Channel and drinking coffee with my grandpa, doesn’t feel all that different than being home. I saw my uncle and his girlfriend tonight and they gave me a tigers eye necklace. They told me it was to help give me courage and confidence to build a life at my new site wherever that may be. (But they hope it’s in Chririqui so I can visit, I agree).
Chririqui is beautiful, I love the mountains, the weather, and the proximity to Costa Rica. We visited a coffee farm and spent today planting coffee bean seedlings. I’m defintely hanging out with the other trainees less this week but I kinda enjoy the feeling of confidence that once I’m at my site alone I’ll be able to manage just fine.
Ahmet leaves Monday, I can’t look at him or Audrey without getting a lump in my throat. The thought of leaving the office on Monday and him not returning to Los Mortales with us feels so wrong.
Tomorrow we go to Jurutungo National Park and i am SO excited. Will i potentially re-infect my feet? Yes! Was a man mauled by a jaguar there? Also, yes!
Feeling very pensive tonight and missing Chlo tremendously. My takeaway is that I’m very grateful for the relationships I have made here in only three days.
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This day in history
#20yrsago Leveraging RSS at Disney ETCON talk https://craphound.com/rssetcon04.txt
#20yrsago Tim O’Reilly’s Emerging Technology keynote https://craphound.com/timetcon04.txt
#15yrsago Trough of No Value: the period when objects aren’t new and aren’t collectible https://theonlinephotographer.typepad.com/the_online_photographer/2009/02/the-trough-of-no-value.html
#15yrsago Making a toaster from scratch, mining the raw materials https://web.archive.org/web/20090212194252/https://www.we-make-money-not-art.com/archives/2009/02/-thomas-thwaites-the-toaster.php
#10yrsago NYT vs wget: technologically illiterate Snowden coverage https://www.techdirt.com/2014/02/10/new-york-times-uses-scare-quotes-to-highlight-how-they-dont-understand-how-snowden-copied-documents/
#5yrsago Vast majority of Americans and Europeans believe ad-targeting and feed customization are immoral https://www.forbes.com/sites/johnkoetsier/2019/02/09/83-of-consumers-believe-personalized-ads-are-morally-wrong-survey-says/?sh=5d08570819f5
#5yrsago Trump’s properties routinely employed (and abused) undocumented Latino workers, including dozens from a single Costa Rican town https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/my-whole-town-practically-lived-there-from-costa-rica-to-new-jersey-a-pipeline-of-illegal-workers-for-trump-goes-back-years/2019/02/08/8cdbc1dc-2971-11e9-97b3-ae59fbae7960_story.html
#1yrago Poor people pay higher time tax https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/10/my-time/#like-water-down-the-drain
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August 17! Today we celebrate Afrocostarican culture!
i always confuse black history month because for us it's in August and for the United States is on February(?) correct me if wrong!
So today i wanted to celebrate it by sharing some data with you, note the information i'm about to display is from when i was a history student in 2022. Information may vary,have changed or anything else! Also i'm kinda bad with dates,im really sorry so im just putting like general time lapses.
Afrocostarican poblation started in Limon,the UFCO(United Fruit Company) was looking for people who could work on the heat and complicated conditions of Limon(today is very modern but back then think of it like an amazingly hot and humind jungle with tons of snakes) many were brought to work from people from the capital to immigrants from italy and China but those who stayed were the Jamaican people.
The workers were free which meant they were no longer slaves this by no means their stay here was made easy, racism and discrimation were and still are rampant angaist this poblation. It came to the point that Limon's citizen weren't recognizes as such until late 1900.Their ID starts with a 7 to signify the 7'nth province to join the republic of Costa Rica.
They have their own set of dialects Patua(Criolle Patois) is what they are most known for but if i rememeber well , english is actually the most common.
Cuisine is also greatly influenced by jamaican heritage instead of "rice and peas" we have rice and beans, which is delish is made with coconut milk,ginger,thyme and panama pepper and served normally with meat(It used to be turtle meat!). Pan bon also with ginger , Pati a savory spicy Pastry and my favorite Plantinta(abreviattion of Platain Tart) which is a sweet plantain pastry.
Music wise there is a own variation of Calypso, Limons Calypso. I'm not a music student and can not dissect this topic well but i do know reggae and jamaican ska were great inspirations for this genre of music. If you are looking to, you can listen to Walter Ferguson the emblem of Costa Rican Calypso.
And lastly a bittersweet data, from our understanding the plan wasn't to stay and make roots here, it was always was the plan to eventually return to Jamaica or for some Africa.
To which the Black Star Line was created but it never fullfield it's prooupose. It was burned in 2016 but has been rebuild to sme degree. It's closed too so sadly,no museum.
This were snippets of afrocostarican history ,this was what i learned in class and thefore not the best approach to it since im myself i'm not afrocostarican but i still tougth important and interesting to share.
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Queer Brown Voices - Quesada, Gomez, and Vidal-Ortiz
Hello friends!
My final recommendation this pride month is another compilation of activist queer history, this time focusing on queer Latines personal narratives on their activism from the 70's through the 90's, continuing the legacy of our foremothers like the stunning Sylvia Rivera (a Venezuelan-Boricua!) in bringing liberation to all the people: "Queer brown voices" edited by Uriel Quesada, Letitia Gomez, and Salvador Vidal-Ortiz.
Dr. Quesada is a Costa Rican writer and founded the Center for Latin American and Caribbean Studies at Loyola University in New Orleans.
Letitia Gomez has been a Latina lesbian activist since joining the Gay Chicano Caucus in Houston in 1982, founding the first national queer latine organization called LLEGÓ and others in her career.
Dr. Salvador Vidal-Ortiz is associate professor of sociology at American University in Washington, DC, producing professional and popular writing on LGBTQ issues.
"Queer Brown Voices" is a collection of fourteen essays reflecting on the diverse experiences of Latines all around the US during an incredibly important period of queer liberation struggles addressing the problem of white supremacy in queer organizations and anti-queerness in Latine ones. Coming from and having different relationships to their diasporas and origins, these writers provide lots of food for thought.
One essay I'd like to highlight is "All Identities on the Table: Power, Feminism, and LGBT Activism in Puerto Rico" by Olga Orraca Paredes.
Paredes' piece reflects on her work in defining Boricua lesbian activism since the 70's. She saw queer liberation become marginalized by the Left on the island and she fought to reclaim that space for struggle, and also had frustrations with reformist feminist elements that staved off decolonization and class analysis in lesbian organizing. While she did end up joining LLEGÓ and described challenges which do seem endemic to liberal organizations beholden to large donors, her experience is important for the Latine Left broadly.
If this essay interests you, there are a dozen others writing about stories from Texas to both coasts, so please check this collection out!
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In the shop now: An authentic, vintage, hand-painted & signed Costa Rican “carreta” in a smaller size suitable for a serving cart in a covered deck or patio area. Complete with matching, painted wooden handled box and grid for serving and holding bottles. As an added bonus, the cart can be completely disassembled and reassembled like a puzzle.
Larger ox carts became a significant means of transportation for rural Costa Ricans after they were introduced to the area circa 1840. Farmers used ox carts to transport valuable crops like coffee beans or sugar cane. The carreta was valued for its ability to maneuver over all types of hazardous terrain.
Over the centuries, cars & trucks replaced the ox cart as transportation. However, ox carts then gained new life as a celebrated form of artwork. The ox cart has even taken on a symbolic significance, commemorating Costa Rica traditions and agricultural history, and was officially declared a national symbol of Costa Rica some 30 years ago. Visitors to Costa Rica can witness carretas in all their traditional glory during the "Día del Boyero" (Day of the Drover) parade, which is held in the city of Escazú every year on the second Sunday in March.
Carretas are now decorated with bright colors and intricate designs. They often boast floral motifs, and the wheels are emblazoned with mandala-like patterns. The artisans who craft carretas also painstakingly choose the pieces of wood from which the wheels will be crafted, specifically so that the carts will make a pleasant sound as they roll through the streets. The wheels consist of sixteen wedge-shaped pieces of wood arranged in a circle and bound with a metal ring.
This example features cheerful colors on a black background. It is in good vintage condition. Come check it out at Folklore Emporium in Ruckersville Gallery. #costarican #carreta #cart #margaritacart #patiocart #servingcart #paintedfurniture #folkart #ruckersvillegallery #cvillevintage #albemarlecounty #virginiavintage #charlottesville #folkloreemporium
#virginia vintage#ruckersville#vintage#ruckersville gallery#albemarle#charlottesville#antiques#cville vintage#costa rican#carreta#folk art#margarita cart#drinks cart#patio cart#patio decor
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PANCHA CARRASCO // SOLDIER
“She was Costa Rica's first woman in the military. Carrasco is most famous for joining the defending forces at the Battle of Rivas in 1856 with a rifle and a pocketful of bullets. The strength and determination she showed there made her a symbol of national pride and she was later honored with a Costa Rican postage stamp, a Coast Guard vessel, and the creation of the "Pancha Carrasco Police Women's Excellence Award".”
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What is community? What does it mean to co-create with communities?
(Pictured above: 1898 U.S. Imperial Visions and Revisions at the Smithsonian American Art Museum)
I remember my first month in D.C. I felt disoriented, confused and lonely a majority of the time. This was mostly due to the fact that, here, I was no longer surrounded by people that shared something intrinsic about my identity; I felt like I had gone adrift from my community. Community itself is a difficult term to define, according to Crooke it can be “...constructed in a multitude of ways and take a variety of forms” (p. 177). However, I believe a community is a group of people, large or small, that share certain characteristics, interests, geographical location, life experiences, etc. This can include race, gender, sexual orientation, ethnicity, age and/or socioeconomic background. People that share the same enthusiasm for a book series can consider themselves to be part of a community. My classmates and I are now a part of the community of students of the Museum Education Program. Forming part of a community should also make individuals feel empowered, a community should lift each other up in times of need, as well as provide a safe space. These are all ideals to strive towards, but the word community can also become a double edged sword. If a community is based on similarities within a group, it is inevitable that a certain antagonism would begin to form towards the outsiders that are different from said group: “Worldwide, there are many examples of the use of the preservation of community identity, heritage, and culture to justify racism and genocide, perhaps the most tragic being the consequence of the use of “community” as justification for fascism in Nazi Germany” (p. 174).
This being said, what I consider to be my community has shifted, or rather expanded with this new change in environment. There are friends who studied with me back in Puerto Rico who are now also studying and living in D.C. which I consider to be my small community of Puerto Ricans. We get together and cook what we loved to eat back home, listen to the music at full blast and talk about our island as if we aren’t over a thousand miles away. But now, because I’m surrounded by so many people that are unlike me, there is also a secret sense of community that I foster towards anyone that comes from Latin America, who gives me even the slightest resemblance of home. The family behind me at the park whose Colombian accents I relish, the server at the restaurant whose parents immigrated from Costa Rica, the Guatemalan woman shopping at the same Goodwill as me, my classmate who was born in Ecuador and who introduced me to Salvadoran pupusas. People that, if I was living in Puerto Rico, would feel wildly different from me, but are my lifeline from feeling incredibly alienated here. In many ways, my experience living in D.C. so far has reaffirmed my identity as not only a Puerto Rican woman, but a Latin American one as well.
Museums being involved within their respective communities is nothing particularly new, as Crooke explains: “The history of European museum development in the nineteenth century links directly to the rise of the nations and the need for those places to claim and present a national past” (p. 174). The difference is that now, museums as an institution are attempting to shift their attention from the predominant white and heteronormative narrative to a more inclusive and diverse one, which directly involves the community in its program and exhibition development. The most effective way to do this is by inviting outsiders in, as Bergeron and Tuttle phrase it. Welcoming cultural or civic leaders, or even the audience itself to “...freely share their resources, expertise and talent…at the early stages of idea development” (p.60).
An example of this could be the District Six Museum in Cape Town, South Africa. District Six was a neighborhood that was declared all white under Apartheid, forcibly removing the people that already lived there from their homes, churches and schools, resulting in a traumatic event for those involved. The idea for the District Six Museum was conceived during the 1980’s with the community led program “Hands off District Six” which sought to protect the neighborhood from redevelopment, and in 1994 the museum was established. The museum is unlike the more European institutions found in South Africa: “...the building and space is modest; there are no glass cases; the curator has not taken authority; and the exhibition text is not fixed: former residents may add to the panels while they visit the exhibition” (Crooke, p. 175). Through this museum, the community is finally offered a space in which they can tell their own story in their own terms, to feel like their history is finally being acknowledged, to feel pride at an event that was supposed to make them feel shame; and as a result, the community has become stronger.
Here in D.C. I have yet to find my community represented within museums. There is the National Museum of the American Latino that is starting to take shape, but as of today, it doesn’t occupy a building and it will be many years before the initiative can actually provide a space for Latin Americans. I had an impactful experience at the Smithsonian’s Museum of American Art exhibition: 1898: US Imperial Visions and Revisions. In said exhibit, the Smithsonian attempts to grapple with the United States’ imperialistic past (and present), but in my opinion, fails to fully grasp the negative aftermath that America inflicted on its colonies. In the section dedicated to Puerto Rico it says: “In general, Puerto Ricans welcomed the change of sovereignty from Spain to the United States in 1898. They hoped for more civil liberties, economic prosperity, and modernization. Later, against the backdrop of the First World War (1914–18), the United States granted citizenship to Puerto Ricans and established a popularly elected senate”. This does not include the fact that Puerto Ricans have fought for our independence for over a hundred years since the United States marched into our shores, and that this fight was met with violent massacres, attempts to suppress our language in schools and the Ley Mordaza (Gag Law) in 1948, which outlawed the display or ownership of the Puerto Rican flag. It also conveniently does not mention that after gaining control of the island, the United States used the Puerto Rican population as guinea pigs for experiments involving birth control, Agent Orange, as well as bombs on the coast of Vieques. Lastly, it mentions the fact that we were granted citizenship during WWI, but omits that the reason why was to send our men on the front lines of the war.
When reading the panel I wondered who wrote it, and for whom. It seemed to me that this was created to provide comfort for Americans who might feel uneasy about their colonial heritage, a way to say: “What we did was bad, but you can feel better now! Pat yourself on the back for recognizing your problematic past in the first place, but don’t take any steps towards actually fixing the problem”. As a museum educator, I want to make sure I’m involving as many voices as I can, so that people from my community don’t feel as angry, and as small, as I felt that day inside of the Smithsonian.
Connect Through Art | District Six Museum
(source: Investec Cape Town Art Fair YouTube)
References:
Bergeron, Anne, and Beth Tuttle. Magnetic : The Art and Science of Engagement. The Aam Press, 2013.
Crooke, Elizabeth, “Museums and Community” A Companion to Museum Studies. Edited by Macdonald, Sharon. Wiley-Blackwell, 2011, p. 170-185.
“Gallery Page | 1898: U.S. Imperial Visions and Revisions.” 1898exhibition.si.edu, 2023, 1898exhibition.si.edu/gallery.
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I just learned that there was a scientific paper back in November that cleaved Megaphobema in half, moving mesomelas and peterklaasi into a new sister genus called Abdomegaphobema. God damn, that's seven syllables. An absolutely unwieldy amount of letters. This also uh...absolutely ruins the tag I've been using for 7 1/2 years. Much like when the Brachypelma/Tliltocatl schism happened, I think the best course of action is to tag with both names going forward until I become so comfortable with the new name that I forget to use the old one.
Of course, this is still a bit different because unlike Tliltocatl spp., A. mesomelas is a rare species and my sporadic engagement with the tarantula community means it's not going to come up often. If anything, I'm here educating my followers about its existence.
It's like...Come on! This is an iconic species with decades of history in the hobby! People go to Costa Rica and they always come back with photos of this spider because it's just that impressive even to a layperson. It's like renaming Brachypelma smithi....okay, bad example. It's like renaming Brachypelma albopilosum...okay, bad example. It's like renaming Grammostola rosea....okay, bad example. It's like renaming the entire Haplopelma genus...okay, bad example.
This is my subadult female for reference, a fine specimen if I do say so myself. She's the crown jewel of my collection, my flagship, my phone background, my favorite pet. The species is native to the montane cloud forests of Costa Rica, and notorious for being difficult to keep alive in captivity due to the challenges of replicating this climate. It's common- nay, expected- to keep an exotic animal above room temperatures. But an animal that needs to be kept below? And a cold-blooded invertebrate, at that? Complete heresy. Well, where countless other veteran hobbyists have struggled and failed, I was able to pioneer my own system that has worked for (as previously stated) over 7 years now. The only caveat is that I rarely see her because her tank is kept inside a camping cooler for half the year. Even when she's on display during winter, she is in my bathroom isolated from the rest of my collection. Between unorthodox care requirements and recent Costa Rican export bans, it's almost unsurprising how ludicrously expensive a spiderling of this species is currently worth.
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