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Wheat fields are more mystical than fields of other crops. You are 7,000 times more likely to meet an old god or see a portent of doom in a wheat field than in a field of like… soybeans.
For your consideration: cornfields
Cornfields are less mystical than wheat fields but more mystical than soybean fields. Two-bit monsters congregate in corn fields to eat people, but their power is nothing compared to the things that manifest in wheat fields.
Have been in both wheat and cornfields; can confirm. Cornfields host monsters who eat people. Wheat fields attract old gods.
I have a theory that this is because the notions most of us have of “old gods” are pretty intrinsically European, and wheat was (and is) the staple crop of European life. It is quite literally tied to the ancestral rituals and beliefs of most white people. Odin, the Morrigan, and even Zeus are actually linked to a set of peoples who cultivated wheat.
Meanwhile, corn (maize) is a crop native to the Americas. It features in the white cultural imagination in a very different way. Corn is a motif seen not in our ancestral myths, but in a much newer genre: the American Gothic. With its focus on the tensions between man and nature and—perhaps more importantly—the United States’s history of genocide against its indigenous population and trade in enslaved Africans, the American Gothic is VERY preoccupied with agriculture. Our monsters come out of corn fields because corn is a symbol for not only what we did to the Native Americans (who were the first to grow the crop), but of what we are doing to the very land itself. Corn is a monument to our cultural sins.
Meanwhile, I suspect that corn features very differently in the imaginations of people of color. If you asked a Native American person or a Latinx person what sort of mysticism they associate with corn fields, I imagine their answer would be very different than ours.
TLDR: White people associate wheat with our ancestors’ gods because our ancestors grew wheat. We associate corn with terrible monsters because it is a literal sign of our own monstrosity.
Native American here, can confirm that small plots of corn feel safe and homey; ideally they should be interplanted with other crops. You find turkeys and possums and raccoons in the corn. It might tell you important knowledge.
However.
Giant monocultures of corn, where the corn grows unbroken for miles and miles, not near human habitation, devoid of local wildlife, just corn on corn in the soft wind? Corn mega monocultures? Those sound like screaming.
“monocultures attract people-eating monsters” is not the take I expected to see today but I’m glad I saw it
The anthropological analysis and discussion on folklore is spot on. 10/10
Also like, even as a descendant of Eurasian settlers I challenge the idea that wheat-fields are uniquely mystical vs soybeans, because the hyper-valuation of wheat alone as a symbol of and icon of divinity is very post-Enlightenment etc. The people of Inanna and Dumuzid and Enki valued barley first and foremost among their crops, and grew peas in fields as vast as their grain crops; for many of the Mediaevals wheat was a domestic, familiar presence, and it was only after you cut it down for the year that you had to worry about spirits and other things wandering about and appeasing them with offerings.
(Of course: every person brings their own mystic or monstrous potential with them to any environment, so I’m not saying that wheat fields can’t be mystical to any given person. Just that I’m dubious about it being inherent or that culturally deep.)
In 1990, the high school dropout rate for Dolly Parton's hometown of Sevierville Tennessee was at 34% (Research shows that most kids make up their minds in fifth/sixth grade not to graduate). That year, all fifth and sixth graders from Sevierville were invited by Parton to attend an assembly at Dollywood. They were asked to pick a buddy, and if both students completed high school, Dolly Parton would personally hand them each a $500 check on their graduation day. As a result, the dropout rate for those classes fell to 6%, and has generally retained that average to this day.
Shortly after the success of The Buddy Program, Parton learned in dealing with teachers from the school district that problems in education often begin during first grade when kids are at different developmental levels. That year The Dollywood Foundation paid the salaries for additional teachers assistants in every first grade class for the next 2 years, under the agreement that if the program worked, the school system would effectively adopt and fund the program after the trial period.
During the same period, Parton founded the Imagination Library in 1995: The idea being that children from her rural hometown and low-income families often start school at a disadvantage and as a result, will be unfairly compared to their peers for the rest of their lives, effectively encouraging them not to pursue higher education. The objective of the Imagination library was that every child in Sevier County would receive one book, every month, mailed and addressed to the child, from the day they were born until the day they started kindergarten, 100% free of charge. What began as a hometown initiative now serves children in all 50 states, Australia, Canada, and the United Kingdom, mailing thousands of free books to children around the world monthly.
On March 1, 2018 Parton donated her 100 millionth book at the Library of Congress: a copy of "Coat of Many Colors" dedicated to her father, who never learned to read or write.
Everything I learnt about Dolly Parton was against my will and it was an absolute delight every single time
You WILL learn about Dolly Parton and what a fucking amazing woman she is and you will LIKE IT.
I assume everyone already knows how much I idolise Dolly, and it's because of stuff like this. She saw an issue, saw a way she could help (and importantly how she could help a community help itself) and just... did it. None of it feels like she's doing it for any other reason than because she has the facilities to do it and it's the right thing to do. She is proof that it is possible to be a millionaire and still be a genuinely good person.
Great article about the wide reach that Dolly's Imagination Library has made not only in her home town but across the world: https://cardinalnews.org/2023/01/31/dolly-is-part-of-the-answer-advocates-spread-dolly-partons-imagination-library-free-book-program-throughout-virginia/
I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.
Okayokayokayokaybut "My hand will wear out but the inscription will remain" is kind of a power line BEFORE you factor in that it is, in fact, over a thousand years old.
It’s always good to spend a few moments, on a quiet day, looking through the Family album.
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Some very humbling information here that I have not actually heretofore seen.
Spread the word.
Spread the word.
And wear your damn masks.
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Milicent Patrick: actress,makeup artist,special effects artist,animator and illustrator ✨👑
one of the first disney female animators and universal studios first woman to work in a special effects and makeup,she designed Chernabog featured in the last sequence of the film Night On Bald Mountain (1940) and at universal studios she designed the gill-man creature for the film Creature From The Black Lagoon (1954) ,special effects makeup for the pirate faces in Against All Flags (1952) ,the makeup of Jack Palance in Sign Of The Pagan (1954) ,part of the design of the It Came From Outer Space (1953), Mr Hyde in Abbott and Costello Meet Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (1953), the metaluna mutant in This Island Earth (1955) and mask maker for The Mole People (1956).
the first woman responsible for design of a monster in a feature film in Hollywood 🥇
Also important that i was unaware of.
THANK YOU MA'AM.
I like to think that during the production of House of Mouse there were two team members constantly arguing about which Disney villain Maleficent should end up with
And there was one member who was like: “You know who I always thought would want to kiss Abu!?!”
@delta-hexagon
... So I'm not sure why but I suddenly remembered Chernabog and his ENTIRE FANTASIA SECTION.
HALLOWEEN DOPAMINE ACQUIRED.
Also I hate how much I ship maleficent and chernabog. Okay maybe not that much but still.
SO ABOUT WHERE IVE BEEN...
Writers block, computer is off for repairs, and typing on my phone is very difficult...
We'll see what happens when my computer comes back.
Amaryllis Belladonna
Prompt: You have been happily married for several years when you start noticing some… strange habits from your partner: keeping the house’s wealth in a pile in the cellar, lighting the stove with neither font nor steel in sight, hungrily eyeing your neighbor’s sheep and claiming the hooves are crunchy, but it isn’t until you see a tail growing out of their rear that you feel like broaching the subject.
Your marriage was arranged, as many were in your high social standing, and your wedding was not a day you looked forward to. You were dressed in the finest of silks, wrapped in the most delicate of laces that money could buy, and yet, you were trembling.
You didn’t fear your spouse-to-be, per se, you were just… intimidated by their appearance. They were tall, lithe and regal, their robes matching yours, if not darker and more bejeweled. Still, they looked down upon you with the gentlest of gazes, even with their piercing eyes.
Your parents were all too happy to agree to the head of House Belladonna’s terms for your marriage. The Belladonnas were an extremely wealthy family who made their legacy mining and selling metal. The family had an odd affinity for metal, but it was explained to you that they were too powerful for anyone to say anything.
Your parents, low-ranking nobility, wanted nothing more than to elevate their status and attach themselves to that legacy; through you, their eldest of course. Oh sure, they made sure the heir of the Belladonnas you were engaged to was good to you… a handful of times.
…And Amaryllis Belladonna was. They were quiet, yes, but very gentle and kind to you. The seemed… almost overly aware of their stature absolutely towering above yours. At times, you could swear that they were afraid to touch you. They were even gracious enough to sneak behind your family’s back and book a separate room for you on your wedding night.
For the most part, you were surprisingly content with your new married life. Despite Am’s rather… odd… habits.
You both had your respective duties to attend to, so not much time was focused on your union as the years went by, something that relieved you, and broke your heart. When you were young, new to the idea of marriage, you’d imagine you’d be tied with someone whom you’d love forever, not be a mere stranger for the rest of your lives! You were in fact so crushed by this you’d hardly notice Am’s habits anymore.
Even then, they always popped up and made you quirk a brow…
“Am, what would you like for dinner?” You asked.
“Oh, have the servants prepare you whatever you desire, please,” Amaryllis replied. “I already ate.” He licked his chops, and you could’ve sworn he wiped away a bright red substance with his tongue. And it was too thick to be wine.
“Master Belladonna, we need to ignite the stove, but we’ve run out of steel and our last flint igniter has broke.”
“Very well,” Amaryllis stood up from their chair next to your following the servant who had asked for help. You heard offhand Am telling them to add flint and steel to their list for when the servants go shopping for supplies in the mansion. Morbidly curious, you followed close behind Am and the servant to the kitchens, wondering just how Am planned to ignite the stove without anything to start a fire.
A whoosh was heard, and the servant graciously thanked Am. You peered your head in, and the stove was alight with a fire. From absolutely nothing.
“Oh, the neighbors lost more sheep,” You said offhand looking out the window of your shared bedroom. Am ordered more pillows to separate the two of you whilst sleeping, as you and Am have grown close and comfortable enough to share a bed. Platonically, of course.
“Mm? Yes, hopefully these ones are of better quality. Hooves on the last flock were far too crunchy for my tastes.”
You could’ve just had a heart attack and died right then and there. “Too… what?”
“Occasionally I assist with the farmers next door in caring for their flock. The quality of the sheep’s hooves can tell you a lot about their health. I must’ve worded that poorly.” Am reached out and affectionately caressed your cheek. “I’m sorry for how I worded that, I’ve must sound mad! When I said crunchy, I meant calloused and rough. The flock must have been aging or in poor health when they were purchased.” Am explained with a laugh. You replied in turn with a nervous chuckle. Note from the Author: I know jack shit about sheep husbandry, and the hoof thing can be totally wrong. Just go with it as Am being a terrible liar k thanks
Amaryllis was away on business today, leaving you alone in the grand old estate. You wandered like a ghost in the large, empty halls, wishing to perhaps familiar yourself further in your new home. Sure, you’ve lived in the Belladonna house for years, but again, with your work schedule, you’d hardly spent any time at home.
Not only that, curiously enough, Am had instructed you to not wander downstairs in the cellar. His only explanation being that you had no reason to and it was filthy, Y/n, you’d get sick. With that, now you had all the more reason to go exploring in the cellar. If he really didn’t want you to down there, he wouldn’t have said anything, no less give you a terribly cliche reason why.
Ignoring the frantic servants trying to hinder your path, down to the cellar you went. You could use the excitement, after all. Would it kill you to brave a basement filled with rats, and cobwebs and…
…Gold. Mountains of it, even. Silver, bronze, and all sorts of precious metals haphazardly piled upon one another. Gods, you knew the Belladonnas were wealthy, but not this wealthy. The heaps you saw made your family’s fortune look like mere pennies! What was Am doing hiding all of this from you-?
“Damn, I’d knew you’d find it eventually.”
Am’s voice. Turning towards it them catching you red-handed in the one room in the mansion you were not supposed to be in was suddenly the least of your concerns when just past your gaze, what appeared to be a long, jade extra limb…?Was hanging from your spouse’s rear.
“Am? You have a tail?”
Your mind suddenly stopped. You were having an epiphany to end all. Am’s habits: Them eating at odd hours of the day–that was blood they lick off their lips! How they ignite the stove without flint, steel and a kindling, why they said the sheep’s hooves were “crunchy…”
Was… Was Amaryllis a dragon?
If they were, all of this gold and metal in the cellar must be their hoard!
“I said nothing initially because I did not want to scare you off. I wanted to anoint time for us to get to know one another better,” Amaryllis explained. “I did not mean to keep you at arms’ length for so long, and I would have told you sooner.”
“But, why hide this?” You asked confused. Sure, you were a human, but you’ve seen plenty of monsters in your lifetime. A dragon noble isn’t that crazy. You’ve met an orc librarian, were good friends with a trifling nurse practitioner, and your sister was married to a kelpie lawyer.
“Do you promise not to be too upset? It is not a very good reason to hide,” Am sighed.
You took a deep breath. “I promise.”
With that, Amaryllis shed his “human” disguise. A deep green dragon with minty tips upon their spikes and horns stop before you. Their horns curled upward and split in two, resembling a deer’s antlers. Their body was serpentine, keeping the regal air about their human form. “I was embarrassed,” Am finally said. “There aren’t many dragon or Dragonborn nobility, and I did not want to frighten away my future spouse. For how much I have lied to you and failed as a partner, I am sorry. I beg your forgiveness.”
You approached Am as he knelt before you, ashamed. You giggled lightly and kissed the graceful crest of their brow. “It’s alright,” you said, barely above a whisper. “I… actually totally understand.”
“You do?”
You paused. Now that you thought about it, you really did. And so you said so. “Why don’t we start over, Am? Maybe now that I know something pretty important about you, we can really get to know one another. We are married after all.”
Amaryllis rose from his knees, placing a kiss to the back of your hand (you pretended not to see nor blush when their forked tongue licked in between your knuckles) and meeting you for a kiss on your lips. “I would like that very much, my dear.”
Y'all ever get so excited about a scientific paper you're reading that you get chills???
So I thought to myself
Huh, a lot of our invasive species come from China and Japan
And then I thought, huh, I should look up what Kudzu is like in its natural habitat
And I found this article by a team of scientists investigating the history of Kudzu in China
And ohhhhh my goddddd. I'm vibrating with excitement over how cool this is.
The first bombshell that turned my brain inside out:
KUDZU IS NOT WILD. IT IS SEMI-DOMESTICATED.
In China, Kudzu has been a fundamentally important plant for food and textiles throughout history. We have Kudzu cloth that is 6,000 years old!
THIS PLANT CLOTHED AND FED ONE OF THE MOST POPULOUS AND MOST ENDURING HUMAN CULTURES ON EARTH
and in turn
HUMANS SHAPED AND SELECTED FOR ITS TRAITS
*AND*
in its natural range, humans are the main "predator" of kudzu
"Harvest by humans appears to be the major control mechanism in its native areas."
Kudzu is like that because it co-evolved with humans.
WHAT
YALL
This means
That Kudzu is so highly invasive because—just like most plants evolved to be grazed by herbivores and/or eaten by caterpillars, keeping them in balance with everything else—Kudzu basically evolved to be harvested by humans
The other half of the ecological partnership that keeps Kudzu in balance with everything else isn't a caterpillar or a hoofed beast. It's us.
Technically true.
He got the job.
He takes his job seriously.
Prof Rad over on youtube dubbed the Wolf Hunter comic (click here)!
Go check it out and give them some support! :) (also the end killed me haha) ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎
The farmer sheared the sheep, and it was used to make a gift for Wolf Hunter, so…