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Saturday, 11 December 2021
Wednesday, 29 January 2020
Thursday, 23 January 2020
Tuesday, 11 December 2018
Saturday, 25 August 2018
naapi and the fox
https://www.accessgenealogy.com/native/the-fox.htm
One day Old Man went out hunting and took the fox with him. They hunted for several days, but killed nothing. It was nice warm weather in the late fall. After they had become very hungry, as they were going along one day, Old Man went up over a ridge and on the other side he saw four big buffalo bulls lying down; but there was no way by which they could get near them. He dodged back out of sight and told the fox what he had seen, and they thought for a long time, to see if there was no way by which these bulls might be killed.
At last Old Man said to the fox: “My little brother, I can think of only one way to get these bulls. This is my plan, if you agree to it. I will pluck all the fur off you except one tuft on the end of your tail. Then you go over the hill and walk up and down in sight of the bulls, and you will seem so funny to them that they will laugh themselves to death.”
The fox did not like to do this, but he could think of nothing better, so he agreed to what Old Man proposed. Old Man plucked him perfectly bare, except the end of his tail, and the fox went over the ridge and walked up and down. When he had come close to the bulls, he played around and walked on his hind legs and went through all sorts of antics. When the bulls first saw him, they got up on their feet, and looked at him. They did not know what to make of him. Then they began to laugh, and the more they looked at him, the more they laughed, until at last one by one they fell down exhausted and died. Then Old Man came over the hill, and went down to the bulls, and began to butcher them. By this time it had grown a little colder.
“Ah, little brother,” said Old Man to the fox, “you did splendidly. I do not wonder that the bulls laughed themselves to death. I nearly died myself as I watched you from the hill. You looked very funny.” While he was saying this, he was working away skinning off the hides and getting the meat ready to carry to camp, all the time talking to the fox, who stood about, his back humped up and his teeth chattering with the cold. Now a wind sprang up from the north and a few snowflakes were flying in the air. It was growing colder and colder. Old Man kept on talking, and every now and then he would say something to the fox, who was sitting behind him perfectly still, with his jaw shoved out and his teeth shining.
At last Old Man had the bulls all skinned and the meat cut up, and as he rose up he said: “It is getting pretty cold, isn’t it? Well, we do not care for the cold. We have got all our winter’s meat, and we will have nothing to do but feast and dance and sing until spring.” The fox made no answer. Then Old Man got angry, and called out: “Why don’t you answer me? Don’t you hear me talking to you?” The fox said nothing. Then Old Man was mad, and he said, “Can’t you speak?” and stepped up to the fox and gave him a push with his foot, and the fox fell over. He was dead, frozen stiff with the cold.
One day Old Man went out hunting and took the fox with him. They hunted for several days, but killed nothing. It was nice warm weather in the late fall. After they had become very hungry, as they were going along one day, Old Man went up over a ridge and on the other side he saw four big buffalo bulls lying down; but there was no way by which they could get near them. He dodged back out of sight and told the fox what he had seen, and they thought for a long time, to see if there was no way by which these bulls might be killed.
At last Old Man said to the fox: “My little brother, I can think of only one way to get these bulls. This is my plan, if you agree to it. I will pluck all the fur off you except one tuft on the end of your tail. Then you go over the hill and walk up and down in sight of the bulls, and you will seem so funny to them that they will laugh themselves to death.”
The fox did not like to do this, but he could think of nothing better, so he agreed to what Old Man proposed. Old Man plucked him perfectly bare, except the end of his tail, and the fox went over the ridge and walked up and down. When he had come close to the bulls, he played around and walked on his hind legs and went through all sorts of antics. When the bulls first saw him, they got up on their feet, and looked at him. They did not know what to make of him. Then they began to laugh, and the more they looked at him, the more they laughed, until at last one by one they fell down exhausted and died. Then Old Man came over the hill, and went down to the bulls, and began to butcher them. By this time it had grown a little colder.
“Ah, little brother,” said Old Man to the fox, “you did splendidly. I do not wonder that the bulls laughed themselves to death. I nearly died myself as I watched you from the hill. You looked very funny.” While he was saying this, he was working away skinning off the hides and getting the meat ready to carry to camp, all the time talking to the fox, who stood about, his back humped up and his teeth chattering with the cold. Now a wind sprang up from the north and a few snowflakes were flying in the air. It was growing colder and colder. Old Man kept on talking, and every now and then he would say something to the fox, who was sitting behind him perfectly still, with his jaw shoved out and his teeth shining.
At last Old Man had the bulls all skinned and the meat cut up, and as he rose up he said: “It is getting pretty cold, isn’t it? Well, we do not care for the cold. We have got all our winter’s meat, and we will have nothing to do but feast and dance and sing until spring.” The fox made no answer. Then Old Man got angry, and called out: “Why don’t you answer me? Don’t you hear me talking to you?” The fox said nothing. Then Old Man was mad, and he said, “Can’t you speak?” and stepped up to the fox and gave him a push with his foot, and the fox fell over. He was dead, frozen stiff with the cold.
Thursday, 23 August 2018
The Scrotum Basket
A fresh scrotum was taken, and a rim or hoop of choke-cherry wood was bound around its mouth; choke-cherry limbs are flexible and easily bent. The hoop was sewed in place with sinew passing through the skin and around the hoop spirally.
A thong was bound at either end to opposite sides of the hoop, and the whole was hung upon the drying stage, or at the entrance to the earth lodge in the sun. The skin was then filled with sand until dry, when it was emptied, the thong removed, and a band, or leather handle, was bound on one side of the hoop, at places a few inches apart, and the basket was ready for use.
The scrotum is the toughest part of the buffalo's hide. When dried it is as hard and rigid as wood.
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/buffalo/garden/garden.html#XIII
Tuesday, 13 March 2018
Sunday, 23 April 2017
skin yr in
secrets of the talking horse:
crew applied peanut butter to his gums to get him to move his lips.
a string was used. "It was initially done by putting a piece of nylon thread in his mouth.
the gelding learned to wag his lips whenever his hoof was touched.
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Saturday, 23 January 2016
white-eyed girl-boy
http://www.digra.org/wp-content/uploads/digital-library/06278.21161.pdf
Almost all interviewees described 'white-eyed players' as a 'special type of people'. adding such comments as 'I don't know them' and 'they're not my kind'.
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Thursday, 17 December 2015
Nicetown
Nicetown install 2015
Images: Shintaro MIYAWAKI
“Global Art Joint Project between Central Saint Martins, University of the Arts, London and Faculty of Fine Arts, Tokyo University of the Arts”.
Sunday, 13 December 2015
skin
Maybe go out, maybe stay home, maybe call mom on the telephone
specific // PAIN products
The Federal Court of Australia said the products must be taken off Australian shelves within three months.
The products affected by the order include Nurofen Back Pain, Nurofen Period Pain, Nurofen Migraine Pain and Nurofen Tension Headache.The retail price for each of the pain-specific products was also found to be "significantly higher than that of other comparable analgesic products which also act as general pain relievers," the Australian Competition and Consumer Commission (ACC) said.
The watchdog said the court had found each product "was formulated to treat a particular type of pain; and solely or specifically treated a particular type of pain" - but that each product contained the same active ingredient, ibuprofen lysine 342mg.
However the products were found to be "no more effective at treating the type of pain described on its packaging than any of the other Nurofen specific pain products."
Friday, 23 October 2015
Sunday, 4 October 2015
Sunday, 27 September 2015
Sunday, 13 September 2015
Sunday, 6 September 2015
rock in its own image
Kropotkin, like Marx, thinks that capitalism would be succeeded by a transitional period—certainly, without a State—in which the implantation of a decommodified economy guided by the needs of people through free confederation, would assure a “good life” to everyone and would develop even more productivity, to the point of reaching abundance, that stage where humans would dedicate themselves fundamentally to “the high pleasures of wisdom and of artistic creation”:
http://blog.p2pfoundation.net/a-history-of-abundance/2015/09/05
Thursday, 2 July 2015
ansel adams zone system
| 0 | Pure black |
| I | Near black, with slight tonality but no texture |
| II | Textured black; the darkest part of the image in which slight detail is recorded |
| III | Average dark materials and low values showing adequate texture |
| IV | Average dark foliage, dark stone, or landscape shadows |
| V | Middle gray: clear north sky; dark skin, average weathered wood |
| VI | Average Caucasian skin; light stone; shadows on snow in sunlit landscapes |
| VII | Very light skin; shadows in snow with acute side lighting |
| VIII | Lightest tone with texture: textured snow |
| IX | Slight tone without texture; glaring snow |
| X | Pure white: light sources and specular reflections |
Labels:
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Wednesday, 24 June 2015
Saturday, 13 June 2015
Saturday, 18 April 2015
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