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[comic-covers]

(1975)

[i-r-readcomics]

1st Issue Special

Volume: 1 #001

Atlas

Writers: Jack Kirby

Pencils: Jack Kirby

Inks: D. Bruce Berry

Covers: Jack Kirby, D. Bruce Berry, Tatjana Wood

Featuring: Atlas, Chagra

DC Comics

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Así cualquier persona amanece feliz y contento 😌 listo para degustar esté manjar fruta de los Dioses lo bueno de amar el Campo y sentir orgullo de mis raíces #campesino #agricultor #montubio #SerraCosteño #chagra #ilovemango #ecuador #naturaleza (en Los Rios;Vinces,Paris chiquito!) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGfdsiqg9QiCw_E6eBad0km6cqqd2znXn9v0Fs0/?igshid=1539ktck5r7nl

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Some character sketches of something in cooking up for next year. Collaborating with my pops on this one! #whenitsnight #cougar #chagra #indiecomic #crinkleco #instagood #instadaily #inktober #love #creative #comic #comicbooks (at Hong Kong) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo-1Rq4FcJU/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iv6cdpxx1g8v

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BUG! THE ADVENTURES OF FORAGER #5 (OF 6)

In this issue, Bug's pursuit of Chagra takes him not to the past but to a strange future: The world that's coming! The latest reality shard pings Bug into OMAC's timeline at a point where things look dire for Buddy Blank. Is it possible that Buddy's family is the key to this whole thing? You could say that Chagra's scheme just might be a Blank slate!

Available at Lobo Comics & Toys this coming Wednesday, 11/15/2017

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[leahinperu]

8.16.14

Friday night: la mama shaman gives me a tobacco dust off and a multi-vitamin. I go to sleep to the sound of electronic Kichwa music and puppies squealing outside. I dream of anacondas. The reality ensues.

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  La mama is the mother of ten children, substantially more grandchildren and a handful of adopted children she has picked up along the way, both from the mountains and the coast. She is a practicing shaman and chagra mama (garden mama). She spends much of her time at the farm where she grows yucca, plantain, avocado, guinas and more. She brews ayahuasca, gives cleansings and performs ceremonies at sacred places like waterfalls.

  (So far, I have seen three waterfalls in the area, all of which have been incredibly stunning. It is common thought here that waterfalls are places of power and cleansing, and that the force of the water washes away any negative energies on your body. For this reason, bathing in waterfalls is a somewhat common practice, and, naturally, amazing.)

  La mama’s first language is Kichwa and she speaks Spanish like a native Kichwa-speaker, with a lot of tongue rolling and strange verb placement. She has these deepset eyes with eyelids that hide her eyes, giving her (and her thoughts) a constant air of mystery. This matriarch is virtually penniless.

  Last night, when I walked out of our cold-water outdoor shower, she asked me why I was crying. I don’t know why she thought I was crying, but she was spot on in the fact that I was feeling sad. Life happens, thought cycles perpetuate and sometimes there’s a domino effect that makes you perceive yourself in ways that are very far from the truth. So I was there, in that space, feeling useless and incapable. I started telling her these things, with the honesty I have learned is absolutely necessary with her, and she listened to my sad story. She’s a very no-bullshit kind of lady.

  (When I first met her, she looked at me in a way that made me feel immediately exposed and vulnerable. She is very non-receptive to shiny ego things. After our first interaction, I became nervous and clumsy around her and it took me a few days to rediscover balance in her presence.)

  So when she uprooted the issue of my problems as my thoughts (though thoroughly not understanding my discontent in a situation where I have food and a place to sleep), she suggested I go to the pharmacy to pick up “palmetto”. I didn’t know what palmetto was. She told me to pick up three capsules and take one a day for three days, and that that would help stop my thinking. She said if you think too much, you die, making an swirling motion with her hands in front of her stomach. So I went to the pharmacy to ask for three palmettos. I asked if I could look at the box. It turns out palmetto’s are multi-vitamins, complete with omega 3’s and 6’s. This made me smile. I think it will help.

  Last week la mama took Isabelle and me to her farm near Ahuano to plant baby plantain trees. With rubber boots and machete's we went into the garden. Within moments I was covered with bug bites, so I rubbed my arms with mud...in the name of science and experimentation. Results remain uncertain, though the red marks went away within a few days. We dug some twenty or thirty holes, deep into variable soil, much of which was flooded. She walked around her garden and planted sticks in the places where she wanted us to dig holes. At first it seemed all very random and disorganized but after a few holes we started to see her pattern. They were kind of in rows, but because the garden is sort of in constant flux -- big trees, small trees, different kinds of trees both alive and dying -- the rows were a more snake-like rather than stick-like. 

We brought home a big basket of plantains, small bananas called oritos and some avocados. The yucca we harvested, we ate for lunch along with rice, beans and a can of tuna we brought from the house. We feasted and then napped on thin mats on the wooden floor of the farm house. I had strange waking dreams while swatting small bugs off my body. 

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Had some good talks over chagra tea tonight ♡