#karo

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I just guzzle a bottle every morning and I'm set for the day.

Ladies' Home Journal - January-February 1964

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𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 :𝐩

It's so goofy 😭

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Phone sketchies from June + August :P

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Karo dancers and musicians from North Sumatra, Indonesia

Dutch vintage postcard, mailed in 1913 to Brussels

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#2469 - Pittosporum crassifolium - Karo

AKA Stiffleaf Cheesewood, kaikaro and kihiki.

A fast-growing tree, up to 10m tall in ideal conditions, native to coastal areas in the northern quarter of Aotearoa, but now grown in other parts of the country, and widely in coastal areas worldwide. Easily propagated from seed, which has become a problem in some countries since the seeds are spread by birds.

The buds, fruit, and the underside of the leaves are covered in a fine grey fuzz, that protects them from windburn and salt exposure. It produces dark red highly fragrant flowers from August to October.

Cape Egmont, Taranaki, New Zealand.

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first friend

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Le style

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I AM 2 DAYS LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY OC KARO WOOOOOOOO 🎉🎊🎁🎂🥮

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Revenge

In which Phorg (local grung bardbarian) muses on home and the life it's had, and all its friends go "Wow you're a better person than us" because it's true

I still have not played any of these lads in an actual dnd setting but by god I love them all

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Phorg is sitting by the small pond in the grounds, rain pattering on the canvas awning that’s stretched over the decking. It has its feet in the pond, the water soothing away the dust and the aches of the road.

Thunder rumbles in the distance; Phorg taps its fingers against the decking in an answering rhythm and feels something settle in its soul, finally coming back to rest.

It’s home.

Phorg blinks, stilled by that thought. This hadn’t been home before. Home had always been the swamp, even after it had run away (been thrown out, whispers the voice that sounds like Karo, old and bitter), but something had changed.

It felt right.

Talons click against the wood behind Phorg, a concession from Karo, who tries hard not to sneak up behind anyone anymore.

They’d learnt not to after startling Chant too many times, her magic still volatile and destructive after years of neglect.

The aarakocra crouches just at the edge of Phorg’s vision, under the awning. “So,” they say, not removing their hood. “You came back.”

Phorg nods. There had been a moment, when the job had been done, that it thought it might... leave. It would have known the way; they weren’t so very far at all.

But the feeling had passed, with no need for Phorg to confront anyone that might have known it in the past.

And then it had come home.

“Good. Tosh would have missed you.” Karo is crouched so still they could be a statue. Their head is canted away, sharp gaze sweeping across the gardens.

Phorg hums an acknowledgement as the thunder rumbles again, just as distant.

“And your – old people,” Karo says carefully, as if the thought disgusts them. “Did you have to acknowledge them?”

“Did not go near enough.”

“Would it have helped?”

Phorg shrugs. “Help you?”

Karo huffs. “That is – different.”

Phorg croaks out some laughter. Karo relaxes their stance, almost dropping to a seated position on the planking.

“Don’t want revenge,” Phorg says. “Not like Chant.”

“Not like me.” Karo pats at the wood and then tilts forward to kneel, their wings flapping twice to counterbalance. “No. You’re better than all of us.”

Phorg frowns. “Tosh.”

“Tosh is a child. She doesn’t understand revenge.” There’s a fond undertone in Karo’s voice, though they’d never admit it.

“Razz.”

“Well-” Karo stops. “No, you’re right there. Razz wouldn’t take revenge, even though he really should.”

“Not everything solved with it.”

“I’d swear by it,” Chant says, swinging in from one side, landing heavily on the planks. She’s damp but not drenched, so she can’t have been outside for long.

“Because it served you so well,” Karo replies dryly, tense in a way that said she’d startled them and they hated that.

Chant shrugs. “It cleared out a den of evil, too. Although I did have to share.” She drops to sitting, reaching out to hit a gloved hand against Phorg’s back. “Took the high road though, did you?”

“No chance to choose,” Phorg replies.

“You would have, though. You’re good like that.”

Phorg frowns again. “Both of you say that.”

“Well, then, it must be true,” Chant says, and laughs at Karo’s horrified expression.

“Much as it pains me to admit it.”

“You know, you don’t have to keep pretending to hate me.”

“Who said anything about pretending?”

Phorg only half listens to their playful bickering behind it. It had never thought much about revenge, not even in the early days after leaving (being forced out for not fitting in right).

Maybe it should have. Would that have made those early days easier?

“Well,” Chant says, in response to something, “it would have been good in the moment. I think you would have regretted it before long.”

Phorg lets out a croak, looking around.

“Oh - sorry, was that like a rhetorical question? I can never get the hang of those.” Chant smiles. “But speaking as the only one of us who has successfully wreaked revenge, I don’t think it would help you. It’s better to – fill that with something else. Like...” Chant trails off, scratching at one of her horns as she thinks.

“Music,” Karo suggests. “That’s what they threw you out for, wasn’t it?”

“Left,” Phorg says, born of old impulse to defend its old traditions. “Not thrown. Wrong caste, so... stagnant. Hard to change.”

“That feels very...” Chant frowns as she thinks. “Splitting hairs.”

Phorg shakes its head. “Made my choice.”

Chant and Karo share a glance that Phorg doesn’t attempt to interpret.

“But yes,” Phorg says, allowing them that, “music. It is what I would fill the space with.”

Karo nods.

“I think it’s very sweet,” Chant says, falling backwards onto the decking. She braces her head on her hands to take the weight off her horns. “Gives me hope and all that.” She laughs. “Welcome home, Phorg.”

Karo clicks their beak in agreement.

“If you ever feel the need, though.” Chant reaches out with her boot to nudge at it. “We’d help. You know that, right?”

Phorg hums, letting everything lapse back into silence. Letting the rain fill out the space between them.

It was home. Its family was here now; the settlement it had come from left behind.

It didn’t need to destroy them to have its revenge, that would only help to prove their point about what Phorg was good for.

Phorg’s revenge came in doing what it loved, what it came out here to do.

… But maybe it would keep Chant’s offer in mind for another day.

[misforgotten2]

I don’t think the little boy understood the basics of potty training.

Good Housekeeping  - July 1947

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Quick Husker doodle :p

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The Karo is a group of Nilotic tribes that straddles the Nile in the Republic of South Sudan and is predominately found in Central Equatoria State, and as far South as Uganda and South-West as Democratic Republic of the Congo. Karo comprises Yangwara, Bari, Pojulu, Kuku (or BaKuku in Uganda), Mundari and Kakwa. They have been erroneously called Bari-speakers by C. G. Seligman, a British ethnologist, whose first contact with Karo was likely with the Bari during British colonial rule in Sudan. Seligman categorised the six ethnic groups as "Bari Speakers" for research purposes as he did so for "Dinka Speakers, Nuer Speakers, Lou Speakers, Moru Speakers and the Azande Speakers". These other groups however, have not adopted the categorization coined by G. Seligman for ethnic identification. It is only the "Bari Speakers" who are erroneously defined as speakers of Bari language.

The term "Bari-speakers" is not considered representative of the six ethic groups that occupy present Central Equatoria Region of Sudan. "Bari Speakers" linguistically connotes speaking of the Bari dialect without being part of the Bari ethnic group. This categorization has tended to alienate people in the Yangwara, Pojulu, Kuku, Kakwa and Mundari communities. It was not until July 1986 that a young junior officer of the rank of lieutenant in the Sudan Peoples Liberation Movement/Army, by name of Lemi Logwonga Lomuro, discovered for himself that the categorization of people as speakers of a language was not only limited to the "Bari Speakers" in the Central Equatoria Region of Sudan. Lt Logwonga realised that his comrades in the SPLM/SPLA from other groups, including the Moru, Nuer, Dinka and the Lou speak different dialects, yet they are not described as "Speakers" of one of those dialects. The Dinka for example, speak more than seven dialects and are only known as "Dinka or Jieng", not Dinka speakers. The Nuer too, speak more than seven dialects. This discovery triggered Lt Logwonga to consult with some of his fellow members of various communities from Central Equatoria in the SPLM/SPLA to promote a common identity for the six groups comprising the Bari, Pojulu, Kuku, Yangwara, Kakwa and Mundari. Initial consultations took place in Bongo SPLA Military Training Centre where pioneers endorsed the concept of 'KARO COMMUNITY' to unite the people of Central Equatoria, and encouraged Lt Logwonga to continue to pursue such a noble idea. Among those who took interest in the endeavour were 1st Lt. Martin Kenyi Ladu Bara, 1st Lt. Gwido Mori, Lt. Moses Lubari, Lt. Michael Yokwe Soro, Lt. Moses Arapa Lo-Gune, and Lt. Augustino Luwate. The pioneers advocated for all-inclusive "Karo Community" of people. This idea was to gain ground when in December 2000, General Logwonga introduced the Karo project to Dr. Luka Monoja Tombekana, to solicit for his support in London. Dr Monoja wholeheartedly blessed the initiative and pledged to contribute to its advancement. Since then 'Karo' as a unifying identity for the six ethnic groups (stated above) continues to evolve.

"Karo" means "relative" and it appeals to the relatedness of the Karo people. Indeed, there is a broad base movement within Karo to redefine the whole tribal affiliation and groups as Woti Karo or Karo people. Woti Karo share a common culture in addition to language, which has been called Kutuk na Karo ('mother tongue').