Pardon the way that I stare There’s nothing else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that is real You’re just too good to be true I can’t take my eyes off you
down in the river – i’ve seen the water rolling; i’ve seen the colours fade away. [a mix for river worship and walking the pathway of water.]
01. riverside – agnes obel02. the deep – dawn richard03. the runner – positively dark04. lady jane – mika05. hold back the river – james bay06. come away to the water – maroon 5 feat. rozzi crane07. sanctified – the veronicas08. cmr – general fuzz09. the river – imagine dragons10. i follow rivers – lykke li11. nothing but the water, pt. 1 – grace potter & the nocturnals12. watermark – enya13. down to the river to pray – alison krauss 14. to the river – down like silver
We were approached to develop a campaign appealing to both the Gen Y demographic, as well as the savvy investor. Located at 321 La Trobe Street, the site initially offers a fairly standard idea of inner city living. However, take the next left at Flanigan Lane and a new world opens up…
A labyrinth of lane ways that feed into Melbourne’s hidden treasures; one-off shops, markets, art galleries and bars that are in the very centre of the city, yet remain decidedly off the beaten track…
“And Do as you will, and Harm None, is the whole of the law”, is what deep esoteric believers have said is their one law that they go by. In all religions, they say something similar, as well. If this is the “whole of the law”, then why do many hurt one another still? They say hurtful things, they steal original ideas, identities, and creations from their fellow man, and they use spirit, to get to where they wish to go. Those things harm others. The karmic law states that if you hurt another soul, to help yourself, it is a karmic transgression. If everyone lived by the law of karma, to not hurt anyone in any way, this world would be a much better place.
i know you’re gold – and i love you like a mountain. [a mix for ogma the sun-faced.]
01. southern sun – boy & bear02. wordplay – jason mraz03. tell me baby – red hot chili peppers04. the warpath – conner youngblood05. blood on my name – the brothers bright06. demons – imagine dragons07. daylight breaks – cassidy haley08. lullaby – loreena mckennitt09. kill your heroes – awolnation10. daylight – coldplay11. like a mountain – timbre timber12. lying in the hands of god – dave matthews band13. hideaway – kiesza14. young volcanoes – fall out boy15. gold – owl city16. safe and sound – capital cities17. gold on the ceiling – the black keys
the city is my church – you can take my picture, you can take my name, but you’re never gonna take my city away, ‘cause you can burn it to the ground, oh, or let it flood, but it’s in my blood. [a mix for urban magic and worshipping the city you stand in.]
01. team – lorde02. bright lights bigger city – cee lo green03. midnight city – m8304. we built this city – starship05. every subway car – barenaked ladies06. the city – the 197507. take back the city – snow patrol08. 9 shades of red – hedley09. this city – patrick stump10. metropolis – owl city11. the city – madeon12. drive it like you stole it – the glitch mob
Writing a Family of Mixed Ethnicities and Incorporating Culture
Hello! I am writing a story featuring a multiracial cast and was wondering about a few things. I am writing about a young Hispanic girl who was adopted by parents, one Caucasian and one African-American/Black. I am familiar with these ethnicities from being surrounded by them on a daily basis (my school is really diverse. There are students from almost every region in the world, yet it’s not really a big school) and I was wondering when describing them and their cultural backgrounds, when is enough, enough before pushing over the line into it almost being stereotypical? I have been itching to write well diverse characters, but I don’t want to take it too far. It’s kind of a stupid question and has almost an obvious answer, but I just want to be sure. You know?
When is enough, enough in describing a character’s background before it becomes stereotypical? Maybe putting all the stereotypes in the story you can think of and making the character a caricature instead of someone people can relate to.
There is no specific threshold. It’s not like a checklist where you shouldn’t use more than 3 stereotypes per character. Writing doesn’t work that way. The key to avoiding stereotypes is not to rely on them. That’s lazy writing. If you give a laundry list of stereotypical traits all at one time as an info dump, it’s going to be boring and slow down the narrative of the story. If you sprinkle in these unique cultural details at the right moments, you can avoid being stereotypical.
Everyone is different and everyone does things differently even within cultures. Use a healthy balance of cultural commonalities within different groups and unique and specific idiosyncrasies that are tied to a character.
Also, take into consideration that you might know about these cultures because you are exposed to them and you might know how each group interacts within their own culture doesn’t necessarily mean you would know the complexity of how they would interact as a family.(Maybe you do, more power to you). Take this into consideration when you create a story with transracial adoption. Look through the adoption tag and this post if need some clarification. Perhaps this will help you create a story that doesn’t rely on stereotypes and gives you a chance to explore themes such as identity, culture, and family.
The hill rises, cresting. He has never seen the sea, and so he thinks, ‘It is like the edge of nothing. Like once I passed it I would just ride right off into nothing. Where trees would look like and be called by something else except trees, and men would look like and be called by something else except folks. And Byron Bunch he wouldn’t even have to be or not be Byron Bunch. Byron Bunch and his mule not anything with falling fast, until they would take fire like the Reverend Hightower says about them rocks running so fast in space that they take fire and burn up and there aint even a cinder to have to hit the ground.’
But then from beyond the hill crest there begins to rise that which he knows is there: the trees which are trees, the terrific and tedious distance which being moved by blood, he must compass forever and ever between two inescapable horizons of the implacable earth. Steadily they rise, not portentous, not threatful. That’s it. They are oblivious of him. 'Dont know and dont care,’ he thinks. 'Like they were saying All right. You say you suffer. All right. But in the first place, all we got is your naked words for it. And in the second place, you just say that you are Byron Bunch. And in the third place, you are just the one that calls yourself Byron Bunch today, now, this minute..’