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bro i LOVE indigenous fusion music i love it when indigenous people take traditional practices and language and apply them in new cool ways i love the slow decay and decolonisation of the modern music industry
I WILL !!! I WILL DO THAT
some of my favourite indigenous artists, in no particular order:
Inuit artists:
the jerry cans (esp their album Inuusiq)
beatrice deer
twin flames
Māori artists:
jordyn with a why
Indigenous australian artists:
tilly tjala thomas (i particularly love ngai yurlku nhiina)
kardajala kirridarra (srlsly check out ngajabu (Grandmother's Song))
i've also heard good things abt Baker Boy, but i haven't checked out his stuff yet
Another one for Inuit artists is Piqsiq! Two sisters who’ve been doing traditional throat singing since they were kids. They make some really gorgeous, eerie, atmospheric stuff. Highly recommend watching this video of them performing live a cappella using a looping machine, because they might be the coolest people on the planet actually
(Jo March nearly in tears voice) women,,,,
For anyone into North Asian and Central Asian folk music, there's this incredible Siberian folk-pop band called Otyken! The group is mostly women and they're from multiple indigenous groups in Siberia, with songs being sung in their range of different languages. They're so much fun and their music videos are amazing!
i'll go ahead and recommend The Halluci Nation (formerly known as A Tribe Called Red), an EDM group from First Nations Ontario that do really cool fusions of First Nations music with dubstep, moombahton, and hip hop.
I really really really appreciate people who share videos on posts like these, because almost without a doubt every time I love the music but I’ve never got the spoons to click on links and look through a bunch of music or worse google the artist I always end up too overwhelmed to start and I hate that
Haven't seen Belle Sisoski here yet so here we go: she's the current Artist of Year for BURO impact Awards. She's from Malaysia and knows how to play an insane amount of ethnic instruments and mixes them with her own voice. She does covers and her own songs, mixes ethnic instruments with Techno and shows the process. And she's also a live DJ at 19!
And one of her own:
Oh and of course there's also the HU and Bloodywood for people who like more rock and metal mixed in:
1876 is a Pow Wow punk rock band from Portland, Oregon
Alien Weaponry is an awesome Māori metal band
Darkaside is a Papuan metal band
Shepherds Reign is a Samoan metal band
Ts'msyen (pacific northwest coast) black metal
I also want to recommend King Stingray here! They describe their work as Yolŋu surf rock
Lenin Tamayo, Quechua pop singer.
And of course I can't not add Mari Boine (Sámi) to a post like this:
And Arvvas, who I think have moved on to other things but did mashups of Sámi traditional singing and jazz:
oooo you want to listen to Cemican....you want Maya and Metal fusion music so bad....
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Sarah Sze Implants a Fragmented Installation of Individual Mirrors in a Lush Hudson Valley Landscape
Does water from single-use plastic bottles make you feel bad*?
*physically, like in your stomach or throat. Not “do you feel guilty about using plastic” or anything like that.
- Yes, always or often
- Yes, sometimes
- Only certain brands
- Only certain temperatures
- Only certain brands at certain temperatures
- No
- All water makes me feel bad / Maybe / Results
Does water from single-use plastic bottles make you feel bad*?
Yes, always or often
Yes, sometimes
Only certain brands
Only certain temperatures
Only certain brands at certain temperatures
No
All water makes me feel bad
Results
*physically, like in your stomach or throat. Not “do you feel guilty about using plastic” or anything like that.
(Sorry thinking about Inkheart again)
the thing about Staubfinger, that makes him so goddamn compelling, is that he's clearly the author's favourite, and the author happens to be someone who expresses her love for fictional characters through relentless torture.
the fascinating thing for me is no the kind of character Staubfinger is - a fairly typical antagonistic figure, at least in the beginning - but the way in which he is looked at. Because this kind of character (untrustworthy but charismatic, a social outcast, kind of queercoded, if we're being honest) is so often presented with the implicit assumption that the audience's biases will do the heavy lifting in painting him as antagonistic. His pain, as it is, is usually punitive. No less than he deserves, for his treachery, his otherness.
Staubfinger, on the other hand, deserves none of it. There is no point to his pain. It is not something to be cheered at, but neither is it self-aggrandizing; neither is it something he stoically endures to showcase his fortitude. It's just pain, and it's horrible; and the audience is not allowed to look away from it, either. We are invited, forced to look at all of it and sympathize. To find catharsis in it. That's the appeal of whump for me, not the sadistic pleasure of seeing someone hurt, but to see the character be pushed past the breaking point, past everything he can endure, and endure it anyway. Suffering that is not noble, but human.
Truly the kind of writing you can only get from an author who intimately understands the horror and evilness of violence but is also unapologetic about loving nothing more than making the pretty man cry.
#i like that the audience has to grapple with th3 fact that the idolised father character was at fault#or well. not on purpose which is it's own point. harm doesn't have to be on purpose. but he was the one who did it (and kind of#irresponsibly in my opinion at least)
@myboyrozanovv oh no, don't get me started on this, because it is actually! One of my favourite bits in the first book and a perfect illustration of what I mean!
Mo tells the story of how he read Basta, Capricorn, and Staubfinger out of the book, and I think the narrative is actually pretty emphatic that it's not really his fault. He did not do it on purpose, obviously, and he did not know this was an option. He stoops reading out loud , because he never wants it to happen again. He's absolved here, and rightfully so, imo.
What is interesting is what comes after. The narrative kind of glosses over it because we are in Meggie's POV and she's 12 and idolizes her father, but Mo - just isn't the good guy here.
What happens: Staubfinger comes back to him after days in terrible shape. Clearly lost, homeless, starving, with no idea how to survive in this hostile world.
And Mo sends him away. This guy who obviously needs help and Mo is the only one who could provide that, and he doesn't. He kicks him out. He keeps moving, even, so Staubfinger won't find him.
The craziest part is that Staubfinger doesn't even hate him for that! He doesn't even think he's wronged here, he kind of just seems to expect this sort of treatment from the world. This detail isn't included to make Mo unsympathetic (but it is foreshadowing his later character development). It's not dwelled on, but it's still there, when it didn't have to be.
That's so juicy.
See, the worst part for Staubfinger is that he isn't just Cornelia Funke's favourite, but also Fenoglio's and Orpheus'.
Two people im the narrative who have a lot of power over him through their writing, and no qualms to use it, because they see him as a character and not a full person.
Which is also why I think Mo send him away. He didn't really perceive him as a full human being, at least not at first. This is not an excuse for what he did, but iirc he had only read inanimate objects or dead things or maybe animals from the books before, and he had known Staubfinger only as a character in the story up to that point. I think it makes sense that he wouldn't immediately see Staubfinger as a person, even subconsciously.
That wasn't meant as a condemnation of Mo! He just lost his wife, I think he's allowed to be a little selfish. But yes. Spot on. No one sees Staubfinger as a person, except the ones he left behind.
There's also something to be said about how Fenoglio's fave is a cool loner with awesome superpowers and Deep Manpain, who has the most beautiful woman in the world faithfully waiting for him to remember her existence while never making any demands of him, and who dies at the end because Good Is Boring.
While Funke's fave is a deeply traumatized man with attachment issues coming out of his ears who tries (and fails) to hide his genuinely kind and caring nature behind a sarcastic, aloof facade, and who damn well knows the women in his life deserve better.
(In this equation, I think Orpheus is more like a fanwriter, the kind who fashions himself a BNF after getting 500 kudos on AO3 once & who starts coordinated harassment campaigns every time someone disagrees with his headcanons)
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Wait I can't believe I haven't talked about my holiday bits on here before. So I work in grocery and I always work holidays and big events that mean we get a ton of tourists in our town and a ton of customers non stop all day. When you work retail on holidays you end up having the same conversations over and over again, so this year I made it a point to choose a bit or a lie for each holiday to keep up for my entire shift that serves solely to mess with customers without them realizing what I'm doing, and ensure I have fun and make myself laugh. Here are the 2026 holiday bits so far:
Memorial day: I pretended I didn't know what it was, and I wanted to see how many customers would correct me if I kept referring to it as "America's birthday". Some people wanted to kill me with hammers for this I wont lie
Easter: I pretended to be catholic and would tell people at the register while making small talk that I gave up lying for lent and couldn't lie again until the new year because it's something I've been meaning to work on (not how lent works) (not catholic) (actively lying about lying)
Valentine's day: I invented a fake boyfriend at the beginning of my shift and wanted to see how developed of a character I could create by the time my shift ended with the rule that I could only add to his lore by telling customers things about him out loud (I have a boyfriend named Jake who surfs and is a photography major at UC Santa Barbara who I was going to celebrate Valentine's day with the following weekend because he's on a camping trip in Big Sur with his surf buddies and I also managed to sneak in that hes lived in 2 houses that burned down and that's where his passion for photography comes from, he wants to preserve his memories)
New years: I decided to tell every customer a different new years resolution but I could only make them up on the spot and couldn't say the same thing twice
Superbowl Sunday: every time someone asked me what team I was rooting for, I would confidently and excitedly say any team I could think of except for the two in the actual Superbowl and whenever someone told me that they weren't in the Superbowl I would look super crushed and disappointed
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If I was a mage in the dungeon meshi universe, I'd figure out how to enchant living paintings and then commission some artists to paint me a bunch of pictures of magnificent feasts. Then I'd rent out a gallery space and charge entry to my Magical Food Hall, where you can eat as much of anything you want and not experience any of the consequences. Think of the possibilities. I'm not just talking about calories and weight loss here. I'd have a painting of a bakery where gluten-free people can gorge themselves on bread and cakes and then leap out of the painting before the vomiting sets in. I'd have an ice cream parlor for the lactose intolerant. One painting is just called "The Allergen Feast" and is a table laden with things like nuts, soy products, shellfish, etc. I'd have a painting of a county fair with the most insane types of fried food imaginable. I'm planning an expansion, but first I gotta consult some religious experts to see if eating imaginary painted food that isn't kosher/halal is technically against the rules or not.
I forgot to eat dinner so I'm having 11 pm corn on the cob. This counts as a meal
... It's possible that I really need to do some grocery shopping
Okay for those of you living in pitiful ignorance, take a raw ear of corn with the husk on and cut all the way around the base (as pictured: above the point where the husk meets the cob, so that the entire husk is severed but still wrapped around the corn.) Then, with the husk still on, microwave it for 5-7 minutes. It'll basically steam it inside the husk. Remove from microwave --it will be hot, so use a mitt or a towel--and firmly pull the top of the husk/silk, which should come off easily in one piece. If it doesn't, you probably need to cut a little higher around the base, so all the leaves are severed. No picking off silk; perfectly cooked corn.
Laura Aguilar is a Los Angeles-based photographer whose work mines the intersection between feminism, body image, queer politics, and latinx identity. Her earliest works depicted latina lesbians in intimate portraits, calling to mind the frankness of Catherine Opie, while her best known series features self-portraits of Aguilar posed nude in the California desert landscape. These photographs are instantly striking, finding in the artist’s body formal elements that echo the landscape itself, as in its doubling here with the giant rock that eludes the frame. Aguilar also forces our gaze onto a body that does not conform to stereotypical images of latinx or feminine identity—a body type that is not so much othered as invisible, despite its ubiquity. The artist originally began to produce these photos as a means of grappling with her own issues with weight and self-acceptance, but quickly came to see them as something more. They offer a profound, ambivalent vision of woman and nature. We see Aguilar dissolve into the landscape in search of anonymity, at the same time that she reclaims the pride and beauty in her body far removed from the society that rejects it.
Laura Aguilar, Grounded #111, 1992
The sign many left wingers have subconsciously accepted moving right on covid and embraced lowering public health standards is when people seem to think “masks should be mandatory in healthcare settings /airplanes “ is somehow a radical position to take in an ongoing pandemic
its so fucking weird because "masks in healthcare" should be the default all of the time. Doctors and nurses are literally employed to go from sick person to sick person, treating immunocompromised people especially often.
It should have been mandatory BEFORE covid
Its just me and my corn starch slurry against the world
I’m in london england, seeing things no one has ever seen before
ACTUALLY though, I have been observing the england pigeons and I’m ready to make a statement
their ceres (the white part of their beak) are larger than Canadian pigeons. not sure why. also, their bodies are sleeker and longer. this is probably because pigeons back home have to survive -35C winters, so only the hefty round ones survive.
I wonder if the smaller ceres in Canadian pigeons are also a cold adaptation? because it’s an exposed fleshy bit with lots of nerve ending for sensory purposes, so I can see frostbite being a problem. or maybe it’s just that different escaped breeds contributed to the population.
I’m also noticing a colour I haven’t seen back home! VERY dark black (like the left hand pigeon in the photo above). looks like they rolled around in soot. definitely worth the 7 hour plane ride to see these special guys
my humble Canadian pigeons for comparison. they look so orb-like. you could go bowling with a Canadian pigeon, and you could play darts with an English pigeon
hey now.