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Bob Marley Mausoleum (Nine Miles, St. Ann: Jamaica) tour takes you through the house Bob lived in and the final resting place of Robert Nesta Marley. You will get to stand on ‘Mount Zion Rock’ where Bob used to meditate and rest his head on “the pillow” made famous in the song ‘Talking Blues’. Finally, walk through the mausoleum, which is the final resting place of the King of Reggae.



first off, I’d like to apologise for what a hot fucking mess this post is style-wise - this is what happens when I try to scribble down ideas as fast as possible in tiny spurts over the course of two weeks…I’d also like to put in a disclaimer - I’m a white person from the UK, and I realise a lot of my designs for these characters come from the cultures of POC in different parts of the world, so if I’ve messed up somehow and produced something somehow uncool out of ignorance, PLEASE do not hesitate to let me know so I can rectify it!

I’ve got more drawings planned but shoot me a message if there’s a particular character or pairing you’d like to see “translated” into this au!


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On This Day: August 1
  • 69: The Batavians, in what is now the Netherlands, revolt under leadership of Gaius Julius Civilis against Roman rule.
  • 1715: The Riot Act came into force in Great Britain, allowing authorities to criminalise gatherings of twelve or more people, and disperse them.
  • 1889: Der Anarchist, a German-language anarchist-communist periodical, makes its first appearance in St. Louis, Missouri.
  • 1902: Lola Iturbe born in Barcelona. She was a prominent anarcho-syndicalist, trade unionist, activist, and journalist during the Second Spanish Republic, and a member of the French Resistance during the Battle of France.
  • 1909: A workers’ revolt in Catalonia leaves over a thousand dead.
  • 1910: Miners who are employed by the Naval Colliery Company at the Ely Pit in the town of Penygraig, Wales are locked out.
  • 1913: Marxist feminist Lesya Ukrainka dies in Surami, Georgia. She translated the Communist Manifesto into Ukrainian.
  • 1917: Frank H. Little, anti-war activist and IWW organiser is lynched in Butte, Montana.
  • 1919: Hungarian Soviet Republic collapses.
  • 1920: Gandhi calls for a period of non-cooperation across India.
  • 1936: Spanish anarchist, author and educator Jose Sanchez Rosa was shot against the walls of the Seville cemetery, along with sixteen others, by Franco’s fascist soldiers. Their bodies were thrown into an unmarked mass grave.
  • 1938: In Hilo, Hawaii, police fire on strikers challenging the Inter-Island Steamship Company for equal wages with other industry workers.
  • 1942: American Federation of Musicians strikes against recording companies over royalty payments.
  • 1944: The Warsaw Uprising begins.
  • 1955: Georgia Board of Education fires all black teachers who are members of the NAACP.
  • 1977: Start of Jiu Valley Miners’ Strike in Romania.
  • 1981: Irish Republican prisoner Kevin Lynch dies after 71 days on hunger strike.
  • 1995: A pier is squatted for the first time in Brighton, England.
  • 1997: 4,500 Steelworkers win guarantee of defined-benefit pensions after 10 month strike at Wheeling-Pittsburgh Steel.
  • 1990: Founding of the United Firefighters Union of Australia.
  • 1996: First Schools for Chiapas begins in Zapatista territory.
  • 2003: The Earth Liberation Front burn down a 206-unit condominium being built in San Diego, causing damage in excess of $50 million.

Audre Lorde: with her mother, Linda Gertrude Belmar Lorde, in 1946, and a few years prior.

“Once home was a far way off, a place I had never been to but knew well out of my mother’s mouth. She breathed exuded hummed the fruit smell of Noel’s Hill morning fresh and noon hot, and I spun visions of sapadilla and mango as a net over my Harlem tenement cot in the snoring darkness rank with nightmare sweat. Made bearable because it was not all. This now, here, was a space, some temporary abode, never to be considered forever nor totally binding nor defining, no matter how much it commanded in energy and attention. For if we lived correctly and with frugality, looked both ways before crossing the street, then someday we would arrive back in the sweet place, back home.

“We would walk the hills of Grenville, Grenada, and when the wind blew right smell the limetrees of Carriacou, spice island off the coast. Listen to the sea drum up on Kick’em Jenny, the reef whose loud voice split the night, when the sea-waves beat upon her sides. Carriacou, from where the Belmar twins set forth on inter-island schooners for the voyages that brought them, first and last, to Grenville town, and they married the Noel sisters there, mainlander girls.

“The Noel girls. Ma-Liz’s older sister, Anni, followed her Belmar back to Carriacou, arrived as sister-in-law and stayed to become her own woman. Remembered the root-truths taught her by their mother, Ma-Mariah. Learned other powers from the women of Carriacou. And in a house in the hills behind L’Esterre she birthed each of her sister Ma-Liz’s seven daughters. My mother Linda was born between the waiting palms of her loving hands.

“Here Aunt Anni lived among the other women who saw their men off on the sailing vessels, then tended the goats and groundnuts, planted grain and poured rum upon the earth to strengthen the corn’s growing, built their women’s houses and the rainwater catchments, harvested the limes, wove their lives and the lives of their children together. Women who survived the absence of their sea-faring men easily, because they came to love each other, past the men’s returning. Madivine. Friending. Zami. How Carriacou women love each other is legend in Grenada, and so is their strength and their beauty.

From Zami: A New Spelling of My Name (1982).


On this day, 3rd July 1767, Pitcairn Island was sighted by the crew of the British sloop HMS Swallow, commanded by Captain Philip Carteret. The island was named after Midshipman Robert Pitcairn, a fifteen-year-old crew member who was the first to sight the island.               

The Pitcairn Islands, form a group of four volcanic islands in the southern Pacific Ocean that form the last British Overseas Territory in the Pacific. The four islands – Pitcairn, Henderson, Ducie, and Oeno – are spread over several hundred miles of ocean and have a total land area of about 47 square kilometres. Only Pitcairn, the second-largest island that measures about 3.6 kilometres from east to west, is inhabited.

Pitcairn is inhabited mostly by descendants of the Bounty mutineers and the Tahitians (or Polynesians) who accompanied them. This history is still apparent in the surnames of many of the islanders. With only about 56 inhabitants, originating from four main families, Pitcairn is the least populous national jurisdiction in the world(Wikipedia)                    

The earliest known settlers of the Pitcairn Islands were Polynesians who appear to have lived on Pitcairn and Henderson, as well as nearby Mangareva Island 400 kilometres (250 mi) to the northwest, for several centuries. They traded goods and formed social ties among the three islands despite the long canoe voyages between them, helping the small populations on each island survive despite having limited resources. Eventually, important natural resources were exhausted, inter-island trade broke down and a period of civil war began on Mangareva, causing the small human populations on Henderson and Pitcairn to be cut off and eventually become extinct.

Although archaeologists believe that Polynesians were living on Pitcairn as late as the 15th century, the islands were uninhabited when they were rediscovered by Europeans

Illustrations from the State Library of New South Wales 

Drawings of Pitcairn Island, 1848 / Conway Shipley 

Bounty Bay - wash drawing 

Pitcairn Island - wash drawing


dionisio gonzalez imagines disaster resistant surrealist structures
top: inter-actions
middle top: dauphin island II (detail)
middle bottom: dauphin island II (detail)
bottom: inter-actions 9
image courtesy of yusto / giner gallery

see all the examples of ‘architecture for resistance’ here:


Up at 5:45, on the road by 6, flying by 8, aboard an insanely windy and speedy 5-hour van ride by 10, and walking into town (“you *walked*?!” – our hotel’s owner) by 3.

It was a long day of inter-island travel (and we endured lots of near-death traffic accidents and other people’s vomit), but it was all worth it when we walked out of our hotel and saw this place in earnest.

It rained all day, but the sun poked out enough for us to enjoy an early dinner, drinks, and the sunset.

PS - Anna and I found a new property to buy. We’re never coming back.