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[omanxl1]

Jazz Loves Hip-Hop Mix 06 by Sergo

’Sunday Jazz Continues!! check us out as we come through on this cool evening, broadcasting live and direct from out remote outpost out off of I-20 in Atlanta! The saga / struggle continues, the science bring dropped is appropriate for any time frame, read between the lines somebody will understand a brotha! Chilling out on this Sunday evening but the vibe will fit any evening as we bring it…

[saecookie]

AAAAH! You're reading the Pern books!! Is it for the first time? If it is I'm so excited for you, they were some of my fav books as a teenager and are still my fav comfort reads.

I am! And it is!!! They're my big brother's favourite books, he used to read them with his mom before she passed and so it holds a very dear place in his heart, and I finally made the long awaited, full of love move of reading them!

I'm reading them not in parution order but in chronological order, and it's the first big temporal jump i've had (like, first interval to second pass wasn't really a big stretch) so yeah I have to accept that I have to leave a lot of the older culture behind :(. Leaving Sorka behind had already been such a heartbreak, but the memories of Benden and Boll and Keroon and Tillek and and and. Well you know.

Anyway my partner jumped at the occasion of a new, really beautiful new french edition, and they make me so happy to just look at!!

[adobedragon]

As the dragonrider reaches for more stone, Keith speaks. “Keith. I’m Keith.” His voice cracks, hoarse from disuse.

S’hiro’s gray eyes, they are the gray of storm clouds, flick to Keith and he smiles. “Good to meet you, Keith.” How old is he? Keith wonders. Maybe twenty, twenty-one Turns? An odd sensation, the warmth of recognition flames up in his gut, and Keith looks away, eyes on the dragons.

A bronze and a brown, the brown large, nearly the size of the bronze. “Which one is yours?” says Keith.

S’hiro’s brow furrows in confusion for a moment then he works out Keith’s meaning. “The bronze. That’s Kuroth.”

Keith studies the great beast, wondering what it is like to soar high above the land on dragonback, a deep longing joining the warmth he feels toward S’hiro. The dragon turns his long triangular head, jeweled eyes whirling in hues of blue as they meet Keith’s gaze.

S’hiro chuckles. “He likes you.”

“He does?” Keith winces at the boyish awe in his voice, amazed that the magnificent creature likes him and also fascinated by this confirmation that dragons speak to their riders without words.

“So does Canth,” says the other rider.

Keith jumps, startled, feeling the eyes of all, dragonriders and miner folk on him. Especially the other dragonrider, who is studying Keith closely.

“Where were you born, boy?” says the other rider.

Keith bristles at “boy,” but answers. “Keroon. I think. My parents are dead.”

S’hiro, however is looking at the other rider, a question in his eyes. “A Candidate, F’nor?” he says flatly.

“Aye,” agrees the other rider, dropping a stone with a clatter into Dale’s basket. “You ever been to Benden Weyr?” He addresses the question to Keith.

Keith shakes his head, feeling a strange shift in the conversation’s undercurrent. “Candidate? For what?” He asks although he knows the answer but can’t believe it.

[kariachi]

For your birthday ask…

Anything pern + food especially separate regional cultures!

Crom Hold, High Reaches Hold, and Telgar Weyr have the heartiest stews you will ever eat in your life. They're the farthest north, and up in the mountains, they need shit that is going to stick to your ribs so fast there won't be space for cold to creep in.

Southern Boll, Keroon, Nerat, the whole of Ista, all have what we would recognize as forms of barbecue.

Everywhere southerly of Fort Hold and the line across from it has ducks and other waterfowl, and is about the only place you see food made from them and their eggs outside of Lords' tables. They actually do fairly well if they get stuck out in Fall, and will eat the shit out of drowned Thread if they get the chance.

If you start at the tip of the Fort Peninsula and work your way north up the inner edge, then along the mountains in the north, and back south towards Igen Hold and its coasts, almost none of these fuckers eat horse. This is purely due to Ruathan influence and the use of horses as transportation and a status symbol. This isn't the case, however, with Ista, the tip of that little peninsula by Keroon Bay, or Crom Hold. Humans don't eat horses in Crom Hold, but they're considered special occasion food for whers and Crom breeds it's own horses specifically for wher consumption.

As a result of the above, dragons from Fort, Telgar, and Igen Weyrs don't eat horse either, but those from the other Weyrs do.

Llamas are common in the Western part of the Northern continent, and are used for fiber and meat. Everywhere east of that big chunk of mountains however, you more commonly see sheep filling that role alongside dairy production.

Best known for betting, Bitra Hold is also the quail capital of Pern. You can find people keeping quail in that whole region from Bitra to Lemos to Keroon to Benden Hold, with the loss of pigeons they seem to have filled the 'fanciers' and 'racers' role in these areas, but it's in Bitra that you will find the greatest number and variety, as well as the greatest variety of recipes.

The Nerat Peninsula has a history of eating firelizard eggs. They didn't know the eggs they harvested en masse each year were from Northern Firelizards, but they were. Popularity dropped substantially after the rediscovery of firelizards as a species, but as they became more commonplace and people started finding their greens clutching in the laundry, well. Flit eggs are back on the menu, boys. The Nerat Peninsula is actually the only place on the Northern Continent you can find wild firelizard populations, and the fact they remained myth for so long is generally attributed to clutching out fewer rankers and having better camouflage than any of the Southern species.

[vergess]

s.

It's too much, Seerama realizes lying in a lower bunk, painfully awake long after the slumber party has ccooled and the younger candidates have given up and gone to sleep. Dawn will creep around the barracks windows soon, the sky already dull grey instead of ink black.

He shouldn't have had an entire carafe of klah mid afternoon, first of all. But secondly…

There was just too much, in the Weyr. Even as small as Myriani was.

Too many people, too many needs.

Everything was so much easier here than in a hold or hall. People trusted each other. Money was more for gambling than anything. You always had food and a bed. All the horrors and strains and culture shock that going from High Reaches to the beastcrafthall to Keroon had introduced were gone.

But it was all so loud, so pressing. He didn't remember it being this hard, 6 turns ago when he'd stood for the last time in High Reaches. He'd been nothing but a candidate for 18 turns. Shouldn't it still be that easy?

And parts of it are. The lessons, the chores, the briefings.

The eggs.

But everyone around him is so buoyant, so young. And here he is, over caffeinated, anxious, buzzing in his own skull despite what should be the blissful silence of the night.

He misses his one room home, with its silent kettle for klah and only the screaming of lambs not of people.

It's all too easy to just give up, get up. To gather up an outfit for the day in the dark, his trunk well packed and organized. The temptation to take the entire thing, find a rider, and disappear into the night raises its head. He isn't even supposed to be here.

But he is here, and by Faranth, he will see it through. He will.

The memory of the Limitless Deep egg haunts him.

If he thought he could get away with it, he'd sneak onto the sands right now just to touch the hungry, silent, glorious black egg again and revel in the dreams of the unborn. The grandiose imaginings of minds almost fully formed yet wholly unbound and unbeholden to the spectre of reality.

But, for all Calarel's certainty that the egg will go to him when hatching day finally comes, Seerama's faith is already wavering.

After all, how is he supposed to live here?

Perhaps that was why every egg that had ever connected with him so beautifully before had chosen another rider in the end.

For the Limitless Deep, born of Moth and Frith, was far from the first egg he'd favoured. Far from the first egg to favour him in return.

He had a long, terrible list of lost loves. Not every clutch since he was 12, no, but so many. He'd never counted them, but there had to be over a dozen, at least.

The small, matte white egg that had been slow to harden when he was 14, which had dreamed of grass and trees and endless horizons to drift upon with cool belly and sun warmed back. Pink Aeloranth of T'relle.

The lopsided, glittering blue egg, half buried in the sand yet cool to the touch when he'd been 20. It had dreamed of an impossible, crushing weight and darkeness. Of distorted sounds and distant clicks. Of a cold dark ocean. Red Istrionarath of K'sten.

The massive, burnished orange one that had shone like metal in the warm sunlight, deraming of the first red tear of meat, the crunch of bone, the satisfaction of hunger slaked. Bronze Tolgrinth of A'liouette.

Brown Corinth of S'ran, who had dreamt of indecipherable writings and baked dust. Orange Illyasth of M'kri, who had dreamt of falling, falling, falling, falling, but never touching land.

Soon, he would learn the name of the dragonet in the Limitless Deep. Soon, he would learn the name of its rider.

That name would not be S'rama, of that he was darkly, cruelly sure.

He dressed in the dark, braiding his long hair on muscle memory alone, and letting the weight of it fall down his back, swinging free to almost his hips. Today's ensemble, based on the texture of the wool, was the blue two piece dress. The top of the dress was short sleeved and tight to his skin, though the knit made it easy to move. The skirt, woven instead, was long enough to brush his ankles, with a stiff drape that he knew from long experience would emphasize the sway of his hips as he walked. And flats, today. No need to use heels and break his neck when he hadn't even slept.

He should, he supposed, try to find the matching blue and white shawl to pin over his hair, but that could wait for daylight.

Another day, another dragon not meant for him.

He sighed quietly, and made his way for the door. No bakeries would be open this early, but bakers might be arriving and willing to take volunteer aid from a candidate with a heavy mind.

The Weyr was good about things like that. Letting people help each other.

[rjalker]

I feel like Anne McCaffrey watched this and named Ezra Keroon after this guy.

Keroon does not seem to be a popular surname.

[andmotion]

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[traktivist]

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[kero1-blog]

These days everyone wants to be a DJ. On the other hand I think it’s keeping good music alive. right? 

[str33tmusic]

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[k3ro]

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[omanxl1]

Smooth Jazz Hip Hop ‪►‬ Mix (Vol. 1)

Sunday Jazz Continues!! It’s going down like this per this proper timeframe.. The madness continues! oh yes, it’s still going down! you know the apparatus will play a mind game… Check the status; lab techniques are enhanced;  moving forward, advanced!! doing what we do.. Check the status, on a Sunday? chilling is the mode due to the imformation overload, my peeps know what it do.. Check the…

[ahint-ofginger-blog-blog]

This is has a really relaxing and smooth groove. Definitely a good listen #music for the #soul #jazz #goodfeels #smooth #groove #flyaway #keroone #dope #artist

[randydims]

Kero One From San Francisco Rough by : #dimsdraw #randydims #freestyle du jour #rough #dirtypaint #painting #artsketch #sketch #draws #colorsketch #sampling #turntable #djing #drummer #beatmaker #hiphopproducer @keroone #keroone #hiphopbeat #hiphopmusic (à Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1rBizsCuAD/?igshid=1f0u0htl9v72l

[lazybatusu-blog]

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[dragonchoice]

More pertinently it assumes *Anne* knew what she was talking about...but in the absence of any other intel, and with Pern as we see it - hugely undiverse (and yes, Doylistically that’s because Anne didn’t want to worldbuild, who needs more than three native fauna species anyway when there are hetero monogamous romances involving dubious consent to write amirite?) and with little evidence that this is a planet that’s had eons to adapt to Thread. Anyway, the quote is: ... "Kenjo shook his head. 'That has been ruled out.' He typed out another sequence which shifted the diagram on the screen to another projection. In a few seconds, equations overlaid the system diagram. 'Look at the odds against that,' and he pointed to the blinking nine-figure probability, 'it would have to be a cometary-type orbit, right into the system. It's not.' His long, bony fingers reset the screen and reported equations. 'I can't find a harmonic with the other planets. Ah, Captain Keroon registers the opinion that it might have been captured by Rukbat about ten of its cycles ago.'

There should be multiple species of plants on Pern that evolved to spit water up into the air and then eat the Thread that it hits. There's real life fish who spit water to shoot insects and fruit out of the air. Pern should have threadivore plants.

Specializing in eating thread should be a whole giant fucking evolutionary niche.

I just forgot what those trees are called but they live so fucking long and they only produce seeds one time? Yeah Pern should have plants like that they literally grow for like hundreds of years and photosynthesize most of the time and then when it's a fall they eat the thread and use the boost of energy to reproduce, taking over all the spots of the plants who did not evolve to eat thread that thread killed for them oh so conveniently.

There should be literally so many species on Pern that look at threadfall and go it's free real estate

Including species that parasitize thread burrows or just straight up eat them besides the fire lizards.