#dartmouth clan

[funsimplethings]

[clancarruthers]

JOHN JACK CARRUTHERS

  JOHN JACK CARRUTHERS    Surrounded by family, Jack passed away peacefully at Parkland at the Lakes on March 18, 2018 at the age of 86 years, after a long battle with lewy body dementia, or as Jack called it, “Lewy Bluey”. While this disease ravaged his body and mind over the last several years, it did not destroy Jack’s spirit or good humour. Jack had a lifelong love affair with athletics,…

[royal-diaries-podcast]

Descendants of the Algonquin Language Bands, The Pocasset Wampanoag Tribe is a member of the original Pokanoket Federation led by Grand Sachem Massasoit otherwise known as Ousamequin (Yellow Feather). The Pocasset Tribe encompassed present-day Tiverton, RI, and parts of Southeastern Massachusetts including Fall River, Freetown, Dartmouth, Fairhaven, Westport, Swansea and Middleboro.

The Pocasset Tribe was a first contact tribe headed by Chief Corbitant, father of Female Sachem Weetamoe, King Phillips’ Sister in Law. The Pocasset was one of the largest and most powerful tribes in the Pokanoket Federation.

Pocassets have maintained their identity throughout history and still, today possess the first reservation in this country, ‘The Watuppa Pond Reservation’ in Fall River and Freetown Massachusetts.

Their reservation is the only Pocasset Territory reserved indefinitely for the Royal Family line of Massasoit and their Clans. Today the Pocassets have a traditional ‘Clan Style’ Tribal Council of Chiefs that administrates the tribes’ day-to-day operations.

Learn more at their official website, The Pocasset Wampanoag Tribe of the Pokanoket Nation: https://www.pocassetpokanoket.com/pocasset/

[mynameisnotcoronalite]

Bella Goes to College

So, like, I was just wondering,

What if Bella had never gotten pregnant?

What if she had decided to go to college for a few years, to Dartmouth, and actually ended up falling in love with it. 

What if she decided to stick it out as a human for a little while longer, at least until she graduates.

And she discovers a lot about herself in college, as most do. She evolves and while she’s with Edward a lot, she still makes some really close friends. 

She goes in planning to be a teacher but changes her mind, and changes it again. By the time she’s figured out what she wants to be, it’s going to take her way more than four years to graduate.

But by that point, she doesn’t really care too much about how long she’s a human (as long as she’s turned before she’s in her 30′s). She just wants to experience it all while she still can.

She goes to frat parties and figures out she hates them. Pulls several all nighters for a calculus test she’s required to take, joins so many clubs her head spins, smokes weed for the first time (and definitely not the last), and goes to pancake night every Friday no matter what.

Edward’s always there. Watching, making sure she’s safe, encouraging her, dutifully participating when she makes him. 

But soon things start to change. Bella isn’t the same person that she was when she met Edward. For starters she has a completely different sense of humor (don’t worry it is still plenty snarky and sarcastic, just more evolved) and that’s not all. She’s daring and charismatic and completely unapologetic for who she is.

Bella also starts to care more about people. Not that she didn’t before. Her feeling’s are just so much more intense now that she isnt coping with life and death and depression.

Before she left home she believed that she could leave Charlie and Renee behind, but now? After spending so much time apart? Every holiday is cherished, every weekend with them is special. She grows closer to them as she matures, able to relate to them and talk to them like never before.

Every time she visits Forks she always makes sure to check in on Jacob and the pack. She sees how they all start to move on, start school again and finish, find families outside of eachother. While they are all still protecters of their land, it no longer needs much protecting. Over the years, all but a few leave and start anew.

She also still sees Jess and Angela and Ben and occasionally a few others. Every time they reminiscint of the memories they made long ago. Bella starts to realize just how much she missed in her so called high school experience. She vows not to do that with college.

She also has her friends from college that she cares about to the extreme. Sure, some of them came in went, but the ones who did mean the world to her.

As graduation comes closer, her college pals all start to make plans on how they need to meet up at least twice a year every year. No matter what. Unthinkingly, Bella wholeheartedly agrees. Not realizing what it meant at the time.

She had stopped pestering Edward long ago to change her. She had it in the back of her mind that it would happen after graduation, but now? Nothing felt the same between them. Bella wasn’t the same girl that had sat beside Edward in Biology all those years ago. 

She still loved him, completely and absolutely. But it wasn’t the same. She found herself wishing that she could turn back time. That she was changed after her high school graduation. But it’s too late for that now.

Eventually, she talks to Edward about how she feels, and asks for a divorce. For the first time in a long time she’s apologizing. Profusely. 

Of course, Edward obliges with grace and after some more hard discussions, he leaves. With this decision she said goodbye to not only Edward, but also Alice and the rest of the Cullens. While it pains her to do so, she knows that if she is really to live the life she dreams of she can no longer be friends with vampires. And while she loves them all dearly, they are frozen in time and she is fluid. 

Bella isn’t sure where Edward and the rest of the Cullens go, but he still comes around every once in a while to make sure she’s safe and happy. He constantly asks Alice about how she’s doing and if she’s alright, just hoping for a reason to see her. He later regrets wishing any pain upon her. 

Bella stays single for a long time after Edward. Sometimes dating casually but never seriously. After Grad School and many different jobs she meets someone. The relationship certainly isn’t anything like the fantasy that was Edward. Nothing ever does compare to one’s first love. 

It was still amazing. With him she feels safe and always content. She no longer has to be the responsible one, as he takes care of her.

Bella no longer sees Edward. But she has a inkling that he still comes around.

She gets married and buys a home far away from Washington. She lives in the sun and soon she gets pregnant and has a child. She makes sure to warn him of the dangers she has faced as best she is able. But of course, he writes these warnings off as silly bedtime stories. As he should. Monsters no longer have a place her family’s world.

Renee and Charlie visit her constantly and are overjoyed with her success and happiness. Jacob even visits a few times as well and Bella is always esctatic when he comes. And of course, she always sees her little clan of college friends: twice every year.

She never returns to Forks until Charlie dies. To her, Forks seemed like a dream world. If she returned all of her normalcy would be eradicated. Of course, nothing happens when she goes to make arrangements for Charlie’s funeral.

It’s a sad day for everyone in the town when the Chief passes, but with his health it was expected. Nothing out of the ordinary comes to pass in Forks, and her distrust is lessened.

More life happens. Her mom eventually dies as well. Her son grows up and goes to college and gets married. She and her husband celebrate 51 years of marriage before he too passes.  After many years, nealry 67 since the day they met, Bella’s long life ends due to complications with her heart.

Bella lead a normal life, with only a small blip of fantasy in the middle. It was everything Edward wanted for her and more. He is completely happy for her, but we all know he can’t live without her.

He is soon executed by the voltori. Happy to finally have his suffuring ended.

[scarletgardensrpg]

UNDEAD ♦ TWENTY-SIX ♦ NEUTRAL

EVANDER BUCHANAN is the Gravekeeper of the Oude Kerk. While Evander does not uphold most traditional priestly duties, such as Sunday sermons and rituals, he offers Undead baptisms, wherein the newly rehabilitated are “purified” as a means of initiation into Amsterdam—a common practice for nearly all Undead citizens, regardless of their religious affiliation. He was killed and transformed into a rotbeest at the age of twenty-six by Cecile, then resurrected in the Carpathian Mountains by Julian in 2045. 

BIOGRAPHY

tw: alcohol and drug abuse, death

“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” Julian, on the other end of the line, sounded tinny and unimpressed. Thank you for that, good morning to you as well. Now if you'll be more specific... “Okay, um. I’m still at the beach.” A long silence. “I took Papa’s Porsche.” An even longer silence. “It’s, like, not in great condition. Anymore.” This last stretch of silence went on for so long, Evander pulled his phone back from his ear to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected. “Julian.” Is it still driveable? “Yeah, I think so. Maybe. I dunno, the wheels look fine?” That’s not—okay. Drive it to the nearest collision center. Now, it was Evander’s turn to be silent. For the first time, in a long time, he felt something akin to shame. He was nineteen, and still trying—failing—to make his brother proud. “I’m, uh, still kind of drunk. Sorry. Do you think you could—” Yes. I’ll be there soon. Click. Evander swore under his breath and shoved his phone back into his pocket. His eyes hurt, there was sand in the depths of his ass crack, and Ce was going to mock him for a week. 

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Spare the rod and spoil the child. He came last: after Julian had been born and deemed favorite and heir, after Cecile had been born and deemed illegitimate and unwanted. Evander, then, found himself with nothing to prove and nothing to endure: it was all roses. Handsome, good grades, star of the football team; he’d spend his youth living out some iteration of the American fantasy: a young prince without a care in the world, idling indulgently by an emerald infinity pool—the very picture of privilege. But, of course, as with all things that seemed too good to be true, there was the untarnished gleam of good appearances and saved face—and then, there was the truth. The Buchanans, for all their money’s worth, were a study in psychopathy: generations of well-dressed bastards who had lied and cheated their way up to Heaven, and scaled up the ladder of power using their claws and teeth. A thousand ruined lives could be put to Papa’s name—his own children’s being chief among them. It was a beautiful life, filled with exotic vacations and designer clothes, more money than he’d ever need, enough to fill entire rooms with—and it was an ugly life, marred by screaming matches, broken furniture, and five perpetually unoccupied seats at the dinner table. 

In the end, it was enough to drive Julian to heartlessness, Cecile to madness, and Evander to debauchery. He, especially, wanted no part in any of it all. His siblings were formidable and hungry: the boldest and brightest of the Buchanan clan, with enough conviction to set the world aflame and enough ambition to swallow it whole. What candle could he have held to those big people, those big dreams? He had no interest in trying. Instead, at Dartmouth, he would retreat into his expensive amusements and vices: liquor and wine, lines of cocaine, a quarter-million dollars blown on a bad bet in the casino, yes-men all around him. You’re so pathetic, Cecile would say disdainfully each morning she found him passed out in the foyer—and this, Evander knew, was the one thing she and Julian could agree on. He didn’t mind. That meant there was one less thing he had to listen to them fight about. He loved them, dearly and inexplicably—and he had thought they loved him, too. Wasn’t it enough that they had one another? The answer was, printed in neat clinical letters atop a stack of biochemical consent forms: No. He had underestimated both of them. Julian’s love and Julian’s ambition were two breeds of the same beast. Cecile’s wrath and her ambition were two strains of the same poison.

So: he would die by the hands of his siblings. At this point, it was so trite to talk about: six years of experimentation, Cecile shouldering the brunt of it—not out of concern for Evander, but a twisted need for it to fucking work, already before it got to Julian. When at last it did, and Cecile came out of the bloody waters a dead woman with gleaming eyes, she’d make plans to raise hell, as was so typical of her—but this time, intended Evander to partake in the chaos, too. He had bled to death at her feet, cheek pressed to the filthy basement floor, more afraid than ever. When his mind sank away from him at last, Cecile let him up and swung the door open. It’s me, Ce, she cooed. You always liked to have fun. We’re going to have some fun. And was it fun? In the moment, it might’ve been. Evander couldn’t say. He would come to in three years, in the mountains with Julian’s blood in his mouth and no recollection of what had occurred in the time between the night he’d died and now. His brother looked older, icier than ever. Cecile was nowhere to be found. There’s no need to save her, Evander had spat into the snow. She saved herself. 

At least I’ve saved you, Julian said. To that, Evander could only laugh and laugh, until the incredulity wore off, and there was only grief.

CONNECTIONS

IVONNE – PESKY WOMAN. Evander understands she is his counterpart of sorts—a Priestess to the living in the same way he is a Gravekeeper for the dead. Evander doesn’t understand how this, alone, is sufficient justification in Ivonne’s eyes to enter and leave his church as she pleases (“Evander, this is public property. Your attitude is un-priestly.” “I’m not a priest!”) with armfuls of baked goods, insisting matter-of-factly that he doesn’t eat enough, among a myriad of other baseless declarations she makes to him, about him. They are, in Evander's opinion, vastly different people: where he had happened upon the abandoned Oude Kerk and, in seeing no better option, made a reluctant home for himself there, Ivonne is a zealous New Worlder type. She is a peculiar woman in general: for all her power and popularity, it doesn’t seem she has many friends, nor particularly wants them. In some ways, Evander thinks she’s even lonelier than him. Despite this, he remains quick to brush her off—sometimes aggressively, the hurt of having someone to look after him after so many years both sharp and jarring, and other times begrudgingly, between bitefuls of (admittedly delicious) lemon meringue. She is not exactly motherly, per se—Ivonne acts more like a disapproving corporate manager, or a disinterested therapist—but her attentiveness for Evander is both overwhelming and...neither appreciated, nor unappreciated. He’s conflicted. You know, I can take care of myself, he told her once. Ivonne had lifted a single, elegant brow. Yes, I know. I wonder all the time why you don’t.

JULIAN & CECILE – TWO KNIVES IN HIS BACK. It’s hard—no, impossible—for him to reconcile that Julian, who read him to sleep after nightmares and took a welt to the cheek for Evander after he’d crashed the Porsche, had also watched impassively from across the expanse of an infinite table while Evander signed his life away—and that Cecile, who cried in the bathroom when nobody came to her recital, and accepted expulsion from six successive schools for the simple want of being loved, had been the same woman to draw Evander calmly into her arms, only to kill him between teethfuls of flesh and blood. Once, Evander thought his older brother and sister hung the moon. Cecile never was able to accept Julian’s kindnesses—ones she called debts, mouth wrapped sourly around the word—but Evander would have been content to bask in that kindness forever: diamonds and Jaguars, exotic beaches, lovers in every city—and above all other luxuries, the one of knowing the three of them would be together, always. That hope of his has come true, he supposes, in the most twisted of ways. True, he has Cecile to thank for not abandoning him in a basement in Palestrina—but she’d left him three years later instead in Poland. And he has Julian to thank for resurrecting him—but Julian was the pronouncer of his death sentence to begin with; and what’s more, he’s carried him out of one Hell, only to drag him into another. They were never a happy family, but they were a family. Now, whatever it is that’s keeping them together—science, death, and that ugly word, debts—Evander wishes it wouldn’t.

KISARA & OKSANA – THE LOVERS. He really, really, wishes they would stop making out in his cemetery. Well—they are not exactly kissing, but by the way they spar and wrestle, eyes gleaming bright with the closest thing to feeling alive : it might as well be kissing. Kisara is an old friend—someone he used to visit at the Moulin Rouge when he’d first arrived in Amsterdam, having defaulted back to sex and gambling to quell his misery. The two of them had once gone to depraved depths with one another, lost their minds eating seeds, tumbled about in satin sheets— Eventually, he turned his back on all of it once and for all, but Kisara stuck around. According to her, Oksana is new meat. I’m showing her around, she says, feinting disinterest as she goes to examine her perfect, shiny red nails. Evander snorts. Yeah, showing her around your bed. When Kisara jabs him in the rib with a snarl, he has to roll on the ground and make exaggerated sounds of pain for like, a while, before she finally laughs and forgives him. Kisara and Oksana have been coming around more often—De Wallen is cramped and unsightly, while Centraal Station tends to overrun itself with creepy 200 junkies when it gets late enough. The Oude Kerk, decrepit and, exempting Evander himself, void of people, is an admittedly good place to have some privacy. In truth, Evander doesn’t really mind. Kisara is welcome to come whenever she’d like, and he likes Oksana enough: she’s witty, abrasive, and reminds him a lot of Cecile. But perhaps it’s that very resemblance to his conniving sister that makes him uneasy about her. Kisara, too wrapped up in whatever it is they have going on, doesn’t seem to see the way Oksana holds herself: calmly and calculatively, showing just enough teeth to pass off as fully feral. Evander knows her kind. He’s not inclined to trust her.

OPEN ♦ FC: SEAN O'PRY

[romera-rp]

LABEL: Dartmouth. NAME: Idril Rosevale. AGE: 301 years old. RACE: Wood Elf. CLASS: Nature Domain Cleric. RELIGION: Melora. ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good. GENDER: Female. FACECLAIM: Chyler Leigh. STATUS: Dartmouth is an original character.

Idril Rosevale had never expected to be asked to leave the safety of her family and home. She had spent 301 years in the woodland, venturing out only to collect what was needed for their clan, and had had little to no desire for adventures or worldly travel. But one evening she awoke from a nightmare depicting bloodshed and heartache, the tragedy of a war just around the bend. It was her home, her family, swept up in the embers of fire and fear - as well as towns and villages she had never seen before. The moment the panic passed Idril came to realize that it was no ordinary nightmare. She had been sent a vision from the Gods, from Melora, urging her to speak out against the evil hatred of the world. It took several days before she asked permission to leave, knowing full well she had no idea where to begin or how to accomplish such a large task, but now she has found herself on the road towards unknown destinations, and unknown fate.

Tolerant, Empathetic, Sentimental, Naive, Fearful, Disorganized.

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[cvtalysts]

and three more makes twenty ! i’ve really dropped the ball on this whole ‘not adding any more characters’ thing, but what can ya do? follow the links before for more info, or if you’re just wanting a quick and dirty blurb, just click the read more. i swear my intros get lazier by the second, so if you’ve got any questions just get at me !

MATTY ABRAMS ( Shawn Mendes FC )

DASH VAN KIRK ( Matt Czuchry FC )

RICHIE ZANETTI ( Milo Ventimiglia FC )

( SHAWN MENDES. 21. HE/HIM. CISMALE. ) MATTY ABRAMS, + ANIMATED, - CHANGEABLE. — youtube creator

an east coast native by way of north carolina, matty ( always matty, never matthew ) was raised by two duke alumni turned college football obsessors alongside his little sister, megan. all things considered, his upbringing was fairly normal for that of a fun-loving child. born deaf, megan required a little extra attention from their parents growing up, but matty had no trouble finding ways to keep busy — usually with the help of his cousins, who conveniently lived just up the street. they’d make up and perform 3-minute skits while their mothers drank lemonade on the back porch, and eventually those skits wound up, as all things do, on the internet. by the time matty was sixteen, his youtube channel frequented the popular page. offers and brand deals began to pour in, but it wasn’t until moving out west to california the day of his 18th that his channel truly hit its peak. nowadays, matty continues to make skits but has also gotten into vlogging. he’ll often collab with other content creators and has a squad of youtubers he frequently makes videos with. as far as the rest of the abrams clan is concerned, things are a little tense at the moment. even still, matty has so much love for his family and is a big advocate for closed captioning from his fellow influencers. he is currently dating fellow youtuber dylan baxter. the authenticity of their relationship is a much-debated subject amongst their respective fanbases, but matty knows what they have is real.

( MATT CZUCHRY. 35. HE/HIM. CISMALE. ) DASHIELL ‘DASH’ VAN KIRK, + ENTERPRISING, - NARCISSISTIC. — managing editor of verve monthly

gleaming high above the kola horizon is the spire that sits atop verve headquarters, its silver panes stark and unattainable among the rest. well-regarded among other publications such as gq and esquire, verve monthly was founded by the van kirk family in the mid 70s and has since grown to be one of the most popular men’s magazines on the market. saddled with the van kirk name and an esteemed legacy to live up to, dash has been the golden child from the moment he spoke his first words. ivy league educated by way of dartmouth, he returned to his stomping grounds post-grad to take his rightful place at the company. currently, dash is biding his time as second-in-command until his mother steps down as editor in chief, after which he intends to launch his plans to finally bring verve into the millennium. dash takes his career very seriously, but that’s not to say he doesn’t know how to let loose. he’s incredibly charming and loves to go out and indulge in the finer things life has to offer.

( MILO VENTIMIGLIA. 35. HE/HIM. CISMALE. ) RICCARDO ‘RICHIE’ ZANETTI, + DIPLOMATIC, - HAUGHTY. — co-owner of two brothers pizzeria

two brothers pizzeria has been a kola staple for the better part of a century. nonno giancarlo and his little brother, alessandro, first threw open its doors in 1953 after migrating to the united states, eager to keep the flavors of sicily alive. since then, the restaurant has remained in the family, passed down to their respective sons, salvatore and nero — then, ten years ago, salvatore’s own boys. known for their massive brick oven pies and family friendly atmosphere, richie grew up racing through the dining room with his brother and cousins. as a teenager, he was put to work — busing tables, making deliveries, honing his craft in the kitchen so that some day, he might perfect his grandfather’s recipes. during this time, richie started to notice something a little more sinister lurking behind the scenes. men in dark suits and envelopes of cash slid under the tables, private rooms being rented out at all hours. only after taking the reigns did richie get the full scoop — what passed as a family pizzeria was also the meeting ground for the local italian mafia, and had been for decades. since then, richie has tried his best to keep the crime out of two brothers, dubbing it neutral territory for the locals like he believes his grandfather originally intended. unfortunately, this has made him some unsavory enemies.

[artandfeminism]

Art+Feminism Announces New Call to Action Artwork Commissions from Wendy Red Star + Tuesday Smillie

Art+Feminism is pleased to announce that Wendy Red Star and Tuesday Smillie have been selected for the 2019 Call to Action art commissions. Under this program, artists create a Creative Commons licensed work that is hosted on Wikimedia Commons. Established in 2017, Divya Mehra’s Dangerous Women (Blaze of Glory) was the inaugural commission.

Ashkaamne (matrilineal inheritance), 2019 by Wendy Red Star depicts in black and white the artist and her daughter, Beatrice Red Star Fletcher, reclining in matching striped shirts and blankets, with the words, “Apsáalooke feminist,” repeated in the background. Apsáalooke inheritance is based on matrilineal descent, tracing affiliation along with the mother-to-daughter line. The Apsáalooke Nation consists of ten matrilineal clans, which represent the belief that there are ten lunar months from conception to birth.  The mother’s clan takes care of the physical and emotional needs of the child. Wendy and Beatrice are part of the Ashkaamne clan, also known as the Treacherous Lodge. This image represents a lineage, female empowerment, and the next generation. Click here to view the work on Wikimedia Commons.

Rage/Sorrow, 2018 by Tuesday Smillie is an animated gif. The text “RAGE” appears large, filling the square format from left to right. “RAGE” is quickly obscured by a cascade of rectangles and the text, “SORROW,” repeated in a smaller font. The work was initially inspired by the artist’s reflection on the public murder of queer Greek HIV activist, Zak Kostopoulos, by a mob of people. Rage/Sorrow, a born-digital work, suggests the role of technology and the internet in nurturing and exacerbating pre-existing social divisions. The endless loop of the gif mimics a cycle of anger and anguish produced by the constant stream of horrifying news. Click here to view the work on Wikimedia Commons.

About the Artists

Raised on the Apsáalooke (Crow) reservation in Montana, Wendy Red Star works across disciplines to explore the intersections of Native American ideologies and colonialist structures. An avid researcher of archives and historical narratives, Red Star seeks to incorporate and recast her research, offering new and unexpected perspectives, along with creating a forum for the expression of Native women’s voices in contemporary art. Red Star holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts from Montana State University, Bozeman and a Master of Fine Arts from University of California, Los Angeles. She has exhibited nationally and internationally, at venues including Hood Museum of Art at Dartmouth College, Hanover; Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York; and Fondation Cartier pour l'art contemporain, Paris. Red Star is the recipient of a 2017 Louis Comfort Tiffany Award and a 2018 Smithsonian Artist Research Fellowship. She has lectured widely, at institutions including Banff Centre; National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne; Yale University, New Haven; and California Institute of the Arts, Valencia. The Newark Museum will host Red Star’s first career survey exhibition later this year. She lives and works in Portland, Oregon.

At the core of Tuesday Smillie’s work is a question about the individual and the group: the binary of inclusion and exclusion and the porous membrane between the two. Smillie holds a Bachelor of Fine Arts from the Oregon College of Art and Craft. Recently, she has shown at Artist Space, New York; New Museum, New York; Participant Inc, New York; the Rubin Museum of Art; and Rose Art Museum at Brandeis University, Waltham. Smillie is the recipient of a 2014 Artist Grant from Art Matters, New York and the 2018–19 Ruth Ann and Nathan Perlmutter Artist-in-Residence Award by Rose Art Museum. In 2014, she was named the first Resident Artist by the Museum of Transgender Hirstory and Art. Her work has been featured in Artforum; the Boston Globe; and New York Magazine, and she has lectured at Cornell University, Ithaca and the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. Smillie lives and works in New York.

About Art+Feminism

Founded in 2014, Art+Feminism is a do-it-yourself campaign to improve coverage of gender, feminism, and the arts on Wikipedia. The project is a response to the gendered gaps in participation and content on the world’s most popular online research tool. Art+Feminism creates accessible training materials and step-by-step organizer kits to encourage the organization of edit-a-thons, events where people of all gender identities and expressions collectively create and update articles on Wikipedia, add images to Wikimedia Commons, expand WikiData entries, and more. Since 2014, over 10,000 people at more than 800 events around the world have participated in Art+Feminism’s Edit-a-thons, resulting in the creation and improvement of more than 33,000 articles on Wikipedia.

Art+Feminism is led by Siân Evans, Jacqueline Mabey, McKensie Mack, Michael Mandiberg, and Melissa Tamani. Art+Feminism’s Regional Ambassadors are Mohammed Sadat Abdulai, Accra, Ghana; Stacey Allan, Los Angeles, California; Amber Berson, Montreal, Canada; Daniela Brugger, Basel, Switzerland; Marta Delatte, Barcelona, Spain; Dominique Eliane, Ivory Coast; Medhavi Gandhi, Chandigarh, India; Linden How, Portland, Portland, Oregon; Walaa Abdel Manaem, Cairo, Egypt; Amanda Meeks, Flagstaff, Arizona; Jessie Mi, Taiwan; Juliana Monteiro, São Paulo, Brazil; and Taryn Tomasello, Portland, Oregon. Art+Feminism is supported by Qubit New Music, Inc. and the Wikimedia Foundation.

[healthymomzone-blog]

The Meaning of Mother's Day, and Discovering Mothering

The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world. -W.R. Wallace

I first sat down to write this article intending it to be about the history of Mother's Day, thinking there must be some deeper historical meaning, beyond an annual trip to Hallmark or call to the florist. But research quickly reveals it is mostly a 'hallmark' holiday. Annual recognition of this day started in the U.S., around 1908. Although some say it's origins can be traced back further, to the U.K., from the days when servants (often young kids) lived with and worked for wealthy families 6 days a week - but Sunday - or "Mothering Day" was one Sunday a year that the child servant could return home to mother.

After this glimpse behind the Hallmark curtain, I went to Plan B, and I thought I would write an article about the world's Great Motherhood Spiritual Traditions, quoting history's spiritual leaders, etc. But interestingly, it turns out that motherhood has not been a major topic of the modern world's great spiritual leaders and teachers. There are a lot of references to special women, like the Virgin Mary, Hindu or Buddhist Deities, and even Greek Goddesses, etc., but not a lot of rich information on Motherhood.

Except one reference from Ohiyesa, a Dakota Indian, kept coming back and standing out. Ohiyesa - also known as Charles Alexander Eastman - wrote a book called "Soul of the Indian" in the early 1900's to give voice to the spiritual vision and ways of the Native American people. His book provides many references to both the sacredness of Mother Earth and to the intertwined importance of the role of the mother in their society. (Ohiyesa had many accomplishments, among them; he was a physician, lecturer, Native American activist, help to found the Boy Scouts, and received a degree from Dartmouth in 1887, and an M.D. from Boston University in 1880.)

Ohiyesa wrote this about Motherhood:

The Moral Strength of Women

In the woman is vested the standard of morals of our people. She is the silent but telling power behind all of life's activities...Possessed of true feminine dignity and modesty, she is expected to be the equal of her mate in physical endurance and skill, and to share equally in the arduous duties of daily life. But she is superior in spiritual insight. She is the spiritual teacher of the child, as well as its tender nurse, and she brings its developing soul into the world. It is her responsibility to endow her child with nature's gifts and powers, for we believe that from the moment of conception...it is her spiritual influence that matters most.

There is nothing artificial about her person, and very little insincerity in her character.... She is, in fact the moral salvation of our people what should i do for mother's day 2020 .

And Ohiyesa's writings are not dissimilar to really early (Paleolithic and Neolithic) beliefs, which reference great respect for the Clan Mother, or Earth Mother, and Great Females, who give birth to humans and all other beings and things, who is responsible for the cycles of nature, and on whom we all depend on our life. It seems that prior to the introduction of our modern, organized religions, women and mothers, were honored and revered for our unique feminine power. (In fact, there's plenty a PH.D paper on the web making the case that the men who wrote our modern Bibles intentionally left out this ancient wisdom, but that's another topic...)

Today, it IS clear that we have lost the power of the mother. When you look at our culture and media, there is no question why bullying has come in (even look at our presidential debates.) Consider climate change, our wars, and the male domination in everything from video games to the sports we play. There is obviously an absence of the mothering intuition and female spirituality in our culture because we stopped living and teaching our essence.

Perhaps the Feminist Movement did move us off course. When we put on our suits and marched into the meeting room, we followed men into THEIR way of being. We can be more successful at work - and at home - by reclaiming our deep spiritual feminine power, and our natural connection to Mother Earth and her cycles. The world would be well-served if we put our female intuitive - or mothering way of being - back into power, to build up our families, and to teach men (and especially our male leaders) our way of being. It's our collective intuition to care for others, for the world, and for this planet.

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Law Enforcement and Corruption

A former executive of SNC-Lavalin Group Inc. has been convicted of corruption charges relating to the company’s dealings in Libya, one of several cases that have severely damaged the reputation of a Canadian corporate pillar.

A jury in Montreal has found former SNC executive vice-president Sami Bebawi guilty of all five charges he faced, including bribing a foreign public official, fraud and laundering the proceeds of crime. A hearing on sentencing is scheduled to take place Dec.19.

Earlier this year, the Liberal government was embroiled in controversy over allegations that Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and senior officials put pressure on Jody Wilson-Raybould, then-justice minister and attorney-general, to overrule federal prosecutors in favour of offering SNC a deferred prosecution agreement. Under such agreements, corporations agree to pay a fine and put in place more rigorous ethics and compliance systems in exchange for a suspension of criminal proceedings.

The conviction of Mr. Bebawi marks a victory for Canadian law enforcement and legal authorities, who have plowed significant resources over several years looking into alleged corruption in the upper ranks of SNC-Lavalin with little to show for it until now. Canada will also bolster its reputation internationally, where it has been seen as a laggard on fighting corruption.

SNC was one of the most active international companies operating in Libya at the time, in part because of the ties Mr. Ben Aissa nurtured with the Gadhafi family. The clan ran the country like a mafia-style kleptocracy before being ousted in the wake of the 2011 Arab Spring uprising, a Dartmouth College professor testified during the trial.

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Katsi Cook

Katsi Cook is a midwife and works at the intersection of environmental justice and reproductive justice. She is a member of the Wolf Clan of the Mohawk tribe. She was born in 1952 in the St. Regis Reservation in Akwesasne, New York, which is on the U.S-Canada border. She attended private Catholic Schools throughout her youth, and later was a member of the first class of women accepted at Dartmouth University. However, the American Indian Movement (AIM) sparked her interest and she left school to pursue a career in activism.

She then helped with the “White Roots of Peace” which was a group that travelled and taught native knowledge. In 1977, Cook began learning about midwifery after a 1977 conference in Loon Lake, NY, which gathered people from the Six Nations to discuss issues of sovereignty for Native peoples. One issue identified during this conference was control of reproduction, which inspired Cook. She returned home in 1980 to practice midwifery and helped develop the Akwesasne Freedom School as well as founded and directed the Women’s Dance Health Program. Additionally, in 1984, she started the Mother’s Milk Monitoring Project, which monitored levels of PCB in breast milk to address the environmental impact of industrial development of the St. Lawrence Seaway Project, which had begun in the 1950s. This project as well as Katsi Cook’s reproductive rights activism has challenged the “pro-choice” movement to expand beyond abortion and adopt a  lens of reproductive justice.

“Woman is the first environment. In pregnancy our bodies sustain life. At the breast of women, the generations are nourished. From the bodies of women flows the relationship of those generations both to society and the natural world. In this way the earth is our mother, the old people said in this way we as women are earth.” 

From 1994 to 1998, she worked with the Six Nations Iroquois on environmental issues. Additionally, Cook has participated in national and international women’s health movements such as serving on the board of the National Women’s Health Network, involvement in the Nestle boycott, and work with Mayan midwifes in Guatemala. She is also the “founding aboriginal midwife” of the Six Nations Birthing Centre, where she is an integral part of student training, curriculum development, and community education. She is also the director of the Lewirokwas Midwifery Program of Running Strong for American Indian Youth. She is currently in the process of developing the First Environment Institute to help restore indigenous puberty rites, which will assist in advancing maternal and child health on the Akwesasne and Pine Ridge reservations. She continues to work for environmental justice and the reproductive rights of her people.

Cook, Katsi. “Katsi Cook Papers, 1977-2008 Finding Aid.” Five College Archives & Manuscript Collections, Sophia Smith Collection, 2010, asteria.fivecolleges.edu/findaids/sophiasmith/mnsss432_bioghist.html.

Follet, Joyce. “Voices of Feminism Oral Project: Katsi Cook.” Smith.edu, Smith College, 25 Oct. 2005, www.smith.edu/libraries/libs/ssc/vof/transcripts/Cook.pdf+ .

“Katsi Cook ~ Mohawk Midwife.” Midwives of Color, 25 Mar. 2015, midwivesofcolor.wordpress.com/midwives-of-color/wise-woman/katsi-cook-mohawk-midwife/.

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A board-certified general surgeon, Dr. Alvord is a member of the Diné (Navajo) Tribe and of the Tsinnajinnié (Ponderosa Pine) and Ashi’hii’ Diné (Salt People) clans. She was raised in the Navajo community of Crownpoint, N.M., and is author of “The Scalpel and the Silver Bear” (1999), a memoir that describes her journey from the Navajo reservation to become a surgeon, her efforts to provide culturally competent care and to create healing environments based on principles of Navajo traditional healing. Dr. Alvord received her undergraduate degree from Dartmouth College and her doctor of medicine degree from Stanford University School of Medicine. She completed a residency in general surgery at Stanford University Hospital. She then worked for the Indian Health Service at Gallup, N.M., for the first six years following residency. Dr. Alvord's research has focused on surgical outcomes and health disparities in Native American populations. She currently is involved with projects at the University of Washington’s Center for Native American Health. 

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Boehm: Reggie Cannon, a Nobel Prize and a special trip to Colorado

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October 26, 20186:43PM EDT

Reggie Cannon isn’t yet old enough to buy a beer legally, but he’s already logged nearly two full years as a professional, become an everyday starter for an MLS Cup contender and made his US national team debut.

In many families, that would make the FC Dallas fullback a rock star. In his, however, he’s the odd one out.

Cannon comes from a clan of high academic achievers, to put it mildly – starting with his maternal grandfather, Dr. Warren Washington, a Nobel Prize-winning climate change researcher, National Medal of Science recipient, former chair of the National Science Board and senior scientist at the National Center for Atmospheric Research in Boulder, Colorado. Penn State, where he earned his doctorate, recently informed him that he’ll soon have a building named after him on campus.

Now 82, Dr. Washington has made the advanced tracking of greenhouse gases and their effects on the planet his life’s work, spending the past half-century building groundbreaking meteorological models to track both the cause and effects of our warming planet. Though he retired this year, he remains active in his field, traveling often to give speeches and presentations.

“I never realized the magnitude of what he did until I was older and I could actually grasp the concepts. He shook [President Barack] Obama’s hand, won a Nobel Prize and all this stuff,” Reggie told MLSsoccer.com of his grandfather this week. “It’s honestly an honor. Coming from a family of, my mom went to Brown, my stepdad went to Dartmouth, my dad went to Brown also – they all went to Ivy League schools and I’m the first athlete in the family that really broke out and became a professional athlete.

“It was kind of weird for my family to deal with, just to see a soccer player instead of an academic, study type of person. I’ve had an interesting journey so far, but my family learned to deal with me.”

Cannon (center) with his grandfather (left) | Courtesy of Dr. Warren Washington

Cannon’s grandfather has served in an advisory role to five different US presidents starting with Jimmy Carter. And as just the second African-American to earn a doctorate in the atmospheric sciences, he’s also a trailblazer who’s mentored dozens of aspiring young researchers over the years, among them his own seven children, many of whom went on to earn advanced degrees and carve out high-powered medical and scientific careers of their own.

That includes Reggie’s mother, Dr. Tracy Cannon-Smith, an accomplished urological surgeon in Arlington, Texas.

“My dad, he definitely is a genius,” said Dr. Cannon-Smith, a Brown University alum – she captained the Bears’ rugby team – who went on to earn her PhD from the University of Michigan. “If you ever met him, he’s super humble, never said anything to all his grandkids about his accomplishments.

“I know for all those kids growing up, we had very high expectations academically. All of his kids went to colleges and graduated, many of us have advanced degrees. So that was always the expectation – and not just us. He mentored many people to get, especially, degrees in science. That was the biggest thing for him, for people to go into the scientific field.

“You had to know where you would like to go and have ideas of what you wanted to be when you grow up,” she added. “Do you want to be a scientist? Do you want to be an engineer? What do you want to be? You had to have definite ideas from the time you were 7 or 8, and talk about those things.”

A highly touted soccer prospect since his mid-teens, Reggie was offered a Homegrown contract by FCD while he was still in high school. His parents, however, weren’t ready for academics to exit the picture quite so quickly.

“I asked him to go for one semester just so he would never in his mind wonder what college was like,” explained Reggie’s mom. “We certainly have a lot of our family members have gone to Ivy League schools and good institutions, so I asked him to choose a school that he felt that had [both] soccer standards and academic standards. That’s why he chose UCLA.”

Three generations of Reggie Cannon’s family | Courtesy of Dr. Tracy Cannon-Smith

Cannon quickly flashed his prodigious potential with the Bruins and decided he was ready to go pro after just one semester at Westwood. His family, however, were skeptical, starting with Dr. Washington.

“That was a hard one, because all his kids have gone to college, all of Reggie’s cousins have gone to college and are doing great things,” said Cannon’s mom of her father’s reservations. 

“He was a little concerned at first, and that’s why it was such a hard decision, I think, for Reggie to not finish. For our family that’s certainly not tradition.”

“I thought it was a bad idea at first,” Dr. Washington told MLSsoccer.com. “But then when I found out a little bit more, he can still go to college after his soccer career, if he wants to. I think I see a number of athletes doing this sort of thing in basketball and baseball and so forth. So he must have the skills to do fairly well as a professional.”

Recalled Cannon with a laugh: “It definitely took some convincing, but I’m proud they finally broke down.”

From a soccer perspective, it’s hard to argue with Reggie’s decision. He’s made huge strides this year and showed well in his USMNT debut earlier this month, showing why he’s widely seen as the program’s right back of the future. And his mom is quick to note that he had to earn his way to this point.

“A lot of people think Reggie grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth,” she said. “I understand why people think that, but I also think that when your mom is a surgeon there’s certain skills you have to develop, perhaps because your mom isn’t around. Reggie had to learn [that] if I couldn’t get him to practice – he’d call and I’d say, ‘I’m not going to be home in time’ – so it was upon him to find someone who could get him to practice.

“I told him, if you want to do this soccer thing, you’re going to have to make it happen for yourself, because Mom can’t always be there. So I think at a young age he had to determine that if this is something you want, you’ve got to fight for it. So he definitely did that more so on his own than me helping him.”

After his initial doubts, Dr. Washington has come around. And on Sunday, he will make the short trip out to Dick’s Sporting Goods Park to watch his grandson play professional soccer in person for the first time, as Dallas meet the Colorado Rapids on Decision Day presented by AT&T (4:30 pm ET | TV & Streaming Info).

“All of the grandkids have gone to college – and Reggie is the first who really went into athletics. He’s turned out to be a fine grandson,” he said. “We’re very proud of him, and hopefully we’ll get a few minutes to spend with him on Sunday.”

One of the core principles Dr. Washington passed on to his descendants was that their choice of field was less important than their full commitment to it – “it wasn’t that we necessarily achieve the highest things, we just had to be good at whatever we chose to do. That was the expectation,” Dr. Cannon-Smith explained – and it seems safe to say that at age 20, Reggie is fulfilling his end of that bargain.

“I think as long as he’s excellent and doing well and happy with it, I’m very supportive,” said his grandfather. “And I think his parents and the family as a whole are very proud of him.”

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Final Torbay Express for 2018

Final Torbay Express for 2018

Today saw the last run for The Torbay Express for their 2018 season. Hauled again by rebuilt SR Merchant Navy Class 4-6-2 no 35028 Clan Line the tour left Bristol Temple Meads 3 minutes late at 9.13 am, By the time she whistled past us, the Express was 3 minutes ahead of schedule and made it to Paignton 7 minutes early. The train then crossed over on to the Dartmouth Steam Railway for the final…

[loveletterstodonald]

July 23,2018

My Dear Friend and President, DJT,

I refuse to get distracted by today's tweet. While it IS most disturbing, I know you well enough to know what it's all about. You are motivated to create drama and intrigue that will become the news of the day - you, my friend, may be controlling the narrative in the news, but you are not controlling the narrative in my head. You fooled me into believing all that "Rocket Man" stuff. I will not be fooled again. My recent reading of Bahktin, informs me that I do not have to succumb to your authoritarian rhetoric and the heteroglossia you invoke. Since I have an authorial stance I get to control the discourse in my head. It will remain upbeat and positive. The birds are singing; the sun is glowing and tomatoes are ripening on the vine. It's going to be a good day.

I am excited that you will be celebrating Made in America today by hosting Ann Clark's Cookie Cutters from Vermont, Broomcorn Johnny from Indiana, and best of all Steinway pianos from New York. I could go on and on about my passion for making cookies at Christmas with my friends and neighbors, and my delight at seeing that Ann Clark has a mermaid cookie cutter. But when I saw that the 600,000th Steinway piano built in 2015 had a Fibonacci design, that captivated me! You see, I have many fond memories of my time with one of the Steinway clan at Dartmouth College. I don't think he played the piano, but he sure did know how to have fun! He was one of the few in our crowd with a car and he was always up for an adventure. So, the piano made me smile just thinking of him, and then, even better, it's got a Finonacci design. I don't think you know that I love the math/art connection and this piano embodies that beautifully! Too bad they can't bring it to the WH but I doubt they want to be moving a $2.5 million piano for just a day.

It would be nice if you would try to bring joy and optimism to the world. I encourage you to give it a try.

Best,

RCA

[jonnypope]

Hump Day at The Dolphin & One step closer to our Pay Day Weekender. Tonight is our Two 4 One burger deal evening from 6pm. Two of our Glamburger Meals are just £9 Eat in or Takaway...Full Menu & Yum Yums Board also available. The Thai girls wish to thank all those that turned up for 'Wok n Roll' last night, their busiest evening in a while..New Discotheque Fantastique News as we welcome Dj Sven Nordick to the clan at his next appearance on March 16th for the St Paddy's Day warm up. (at The Dolphin Dartmouth)