mardi gras festival


Karneval in Erfurt, Thüringen, Eastern Germany. There are 3 different words in German for ‘carnival’: Karneval, Fasching, and Fastnacht. Although all 3 refer to the same pre-Lenten observance, each has a slightly different tradition and reflects the customs in different regions. Generally speaking, Karneval is the word used in the Rheinland in North/West Germany, while Fasching and Fastnacht are used further South. The big day for Karneval is Rose Monday; Fasching parades usually take place the day before. One of Germany’s largest parades happens in Braunschweig in Niedersachsen - it’s called “Schoduvel” (“scaring away the devil”) and dates back to 1293. The term Fasching is also seen in Berlin and other parts of Northern Germany. Fastnacht, mostly used in Swabia, is also used in Mainz. Karneval is a newer, more recent (17th century), Latin-based word. It probably comes from carne levare (“away with meat”), relating to Catholic LentCarnevale in Venice, Italy is one of the earliest documented carnival celebrations in the world. It featured still-popular traditions, incl. parades and masks. Gradually the Italian Carnevale customs spread North to other Catholic countries. including France. From there, it came to the Rheinland and elsewhere. The 3rd common term for carnival, Fastnacht, refers to the Swabian-Alemannic version, which differs somewhat from Fasching and Karneval, and is found in Baden-Württemberg, Franken (Northern Bavaria), and Hessen. Fasching is used in Bavaria, Berlin, Brandenburg, Sachsen. We sometimes call it the “5th season”. 

Starting Date
Although many carnival organizations traditionally begin their official activities on November 11 (11/11) at 11:11 a.m., the real starting date for Karneval or Fasching activities is usually January 6 (Epiphany). It is only following the Christmas and New Year’s season that carnival preparation really gets underway. Organizations begin planning balls and building floats. If there are any events on Nov 11, they are brief and only serve as a mini pre-carnival. Very little happens between Nov 12 and Jan 5. No matter the name, almost all carnival observances end at midnight on Shrove Tuesday. The next day, Ash Wednesday, is the official start of Lent, even if very few people today actually fast until Easter. Historically, the purpose of carnival was to live it up before the start of Lent and its 40 days of gustatory sacrifice.


anonymous asked:

Hey, can I request some assistance figuring out the name of a die? I really want to find more like it. It's mostly a light pink with swirls of blue, hot pink or magenta, and gold that is shiny in light. And it has white numbers.

Hmmm, there’s a few that might be. Is it like this, with an off-white base like you see on the percentile there?

That’s Chessex Festive Purple. Or more like this?

They’re very similar, but this Chessex Festive Mardi Gras has a clear base instead of off-white, and a yellower gold component. Or maybe this?

Then you have a Chessex Festive Carousel.

If it’s not any of these, send me pics and we’ll see if we can’t figure it out! :)


Gif source:  Elijah

Imagine begging Elijah to take you to the Mardi Gras festivities.

——— Request for anon ———

He was moping. Some fight with his siblings had brought this about, no doubt, and even though he’d deny it should you ever bring it to light, you knew it was true. He was moping.

And you’d been looking forward to Mardi Gras week for, well, months if you’re being honest. Just the idea that Elijah can get you into any festivity you’d like, any ball, any party, and then there was the idea that he might enjoy spending Mardi Gras week with you, too.

So you strolled up to where he was looking out the window, and said, “I know what will make you feel better, Elijah.”

“What makes you think I don’t feel perfectly content?” he asks, continuing to look out at the courtyard of the Mikaelson property. You just roll your eyes and ignore the question with an obvious answer, continuing to pretend he doesn’t know that you know him the way you do.

“Let’s celebrate Mardi Gras together, and I don’t just mean the day. Let’s spend the whole week going to all the parties and balls and parades,” you catch his attention with your request, his eyes sliding over to look at you just as the top of his lips curl slightly in amusement. “I’ll bet you haven’t properly celebrated Mardi Gras for years!”

“And you’re suggesting all this, just to make me feel better?”

“Come on, Elijah. It will be so much fun! Please?”

The Colors of Caracol

Students dressed in their colorful nature-inspired costumes take part in the celebration of the Caracol Festival 2014 in Makati City, business district of Manila, Philippines on Sunday, February 23. The festival is the city administation’s effort to create awareness on the preservation of environment and natural resources in the country.


On Saturday evening, I found myself in a white-out blizzard, driving up steep and curvy West Virginia back roads. Normally, I would have admitted defeat and turned back. But I kept going, propelled up the mountain by thoughts of the unique Mardi Gras foods and festivities that awaited me in an improbable-seeming Swiss village at top.

Owing to both this seclusion and the continuous preservation efforts of determined locals, Helvetia has retained much of its Swiss character and traditions over the years. Witness the historic and charming Alpine-style buildings — some of which date to the town’s founding. There are the Cheese Haus and Beekeeper Inn, and the town’s only restaurant — The Hutte (pronounced HOO-tay) — which serves traditional Swiss-German fare. And the celebration of this heritage culminates in the yearly pre-Lenten festival, Fasnacht.

Swiss Village + West Virginia + Mardi Gras Feast = Fasnacht

Photo credit: Pat Jarrett for NPR

“We could get married in New Orleans,” Oliver leans over to whisper-shout in Connor’s ear.

They are walking home from celebrating with their friends and Oliver is more than a little tipsy. He’s weaving a little a lot as they walk back to 303. He also keeps bumping his hip against Connor’s and giggling as he swings their linked hands back and forth between them. Connor’s tried to get Oliver to quiet down a little, at least now that they’re in their neighborhood, but he’s too happy himself to do much policing tonight. If there was ever a night for laughing and celebrating in the streets, this would be it. 

“Could you imagine?” Oliver slots his hip in next to Connor’s and leans over to rest his head on Connor’s shoulder as they walk. “Bourbon Street on Mardi Gras. The festival and beads and hundreds of drunks. And you and me in the middle of it all pledging to love each other until the end of time.” 

Connor lifts an eyebrow. “That’d be one way to do it.” 

“It would, wouldn’t it?” 

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tgmoo  asked:

What do you miss the most about Louisiana?


The weather, the crawfish boils, the forests, the giant magnolias (Ohio has such tiny magnolias), the willows, the plantations, the atmosphere, the people, the swamps, the music (GOOD jazz), the buskers, the secret gardens in the French Quarter, the open alcohol laws, the beignets, the giant plants, the chicory coffee, the Audubon Zoo, the festivals, Mardi Gras (and catching an amazing Zulu coconut), the architecture, the rain, the weird smell after the rain, the weird smell before the rain, sitting on the levees, the way the wind sounded at night, the orange trees in my neighbor’s yard, the abundant frogs I would catch, the chicken lady, the religions, the cemeteries, the ghosts, the soul… … Too many things, much too strongly, to rattle off properly.