In southern France, in what is today called Provence, are the remains of culture which was surprisingly young. The no-mortar, single-floor and often single-room bories date to a culture that lived here in the 1600s or 1700s.
Every inch of the fertile land below was needed to support the growing population. So the houseswere built in clusters in hilltop villages. The small dry-stone bories are clear evidence that though Paris may have been the cultural capital of Europe in the 1700s, much of France remained tied to the land and what they themselves could produce.
“Actually, Miss Tina [Knowles] contacted me about their initial concept of ‘Sorry’ from Lemonade,” Cox reveals. “They wanted to have all these powerful, empowered black women in the video and they wanted to have me and Viola [Davis] and Kerry [Washington].”
Unfortunately, the project came during a time when Cox was tied up filming her television film, but the celebrity athlete who landed the role was indeed “perfect.”
“I was shooting Rocky Horror Picture Show at the time and they were like, ‘Can you get the EP to shoot something and send it to us?’ and there was just no time to do it,” she says. “The concept changed. And could you imagine anyone else? I mean, there was Serena Williams like giving us full life.“
My county tis of thee racism and bigotry for thee i weep land where my brothers died
land where my sisters cried from every mountainside, let freedom fall.
my native country, thee how could we let this be? thy war be waged I cry for all of them I weep for all our sins My heart be heavy now, god save us all.
let outrage fill the streets let our pain drive our need, for liberty From out the ashes we Shall rise for victory forgive us all
“Ruling is hard. This was maybe my answer to Tolkien, whom, as much as I admire him, I do quibble with. Lord of the Rings had a very medieval philosophy: that if the king was a good man, the land would prosper. We look at real history and it’s not that simple. Tolkien can say that Aragorn became king and reigned for a hundred years, and he was wise and good. But Tolkien doesn’t ask the question: What was Aragorn’s tax policy? Did he maintain a standing army? What did he do in times of flood and famine? And what about all these orcs? By the end of the war, Sauron is gone but all of the orcs aren’t gone – they’re in the mountains. Did Aragorn pursue a policy of systematic genocide and kill them? Even the little baby orcs, in their little orc cradles?”
I’M ALWAYS SO FRUSTRATED WITH THIS.
First of all, LOL NO. Gondor’s history is full of terrible things happening with absolutely no relation to their rulers’ virtue. This is also true of other places in Middle-earth (Exhibit A: Arnor!). Gondor doesn’t prosper under Aragorn because he’s a good person. It prospers because he’s MAGIC.
John Steinbeck had the right idea. When he set out in 1960 to – as he put it – “rediscover
this monster land,” he bought a pickup truck, outfitted it with a snug camper,
and brought along his faithful ambassador: an old French poodle with crooked
front teeth named Charley.
We have none of those things.
But off we go on our own journey across America, as
a new administration takes power in Washington.
Over the next few months, we’ll be visiting communities
large and small, looking to understand how people’s identity is shaped by where
they live. We’re curious about how a sense of place informs who we are. How a town’s history shadows its present. How our ties to the land determine our sense
of self. We hope that the stories we
find and the characters we meet along the way will sketch a portrait of who we
are as a country in 2017.
We’re starting our trip in the heartland. We’ll be driving through the Midwest,
visiting three cities all named Independence, in Kansas, Missouri and
Next up: we’ll head south, to Mississippi. After that, who knows? The possibilities are
endless, and tempting.
Soon after he set off in his pickup, Steinbeck pulled out
his book of maps and had a moment of panic. “Suddenly the United States became
huge beyond belief and impossible ever to cross,” he wrote in Travels with Charley. “I wondered how in
hell I’d got myself mixed up in a project that couldn’t be carried out.”
I know the feeling.
But off we go, a bit daunted by the scope, yet excited to
bring you these stories from our land.
I hope you’ll join producer Elissa Nadworny and me on the
journey. You can follow our travels on NPR’s newsmagazines, as well as on
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and of course, here on this Tumblr.
Some say our destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. Others say fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one’s destiny intertwines with many others. It’s the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Some never find it. But there are some who are led.
this might sound stupid as hell, but whenever jews say theyre indigenous to palestine, i think okay palestinian jews ofc but the white jews how are they indigenous (just ethnicity wise) to Israel??? theyre white
You’re confusing ethnicity with race. While ethnicity is something that is determined by things like cultural background and place of origin (making it more of a solid concept), race as a descriptor is more of a means of describing a person’s privileges as compared to peoples of other races (especially in the case of determining who is “white”). And much like what was the case how the Irish became white, race can be “gained” depending on the group’s actions in relation to whiteness.
So, someone’s ethnicity does not change no matter how long their diaspora is, and regardless of the fact that most ashkenazi jews are white and they came to Palestine in the spirit of white colonisation and imperialism, it does not erase their ethnicity or their historic background and ties to the land.
Who was Hermes? The great 19th century German mythographer, W. H. Roscher, identified Hermes as the wind, subsuming under this basic identity all of his other roles and attributes - Hermes as servant and messenger of the sky god Zeus, Hermes as swift and winged, Hermes as thief and bandit, Hermes as inventor of the pipes and lyre, Hermes as guide of souls and as god of dreams and sleep, Hermes as promoter of fertility among plants and animals and as patron of health, Hermes as god of good fortune, Hermes as patron of traffic and business activities on water and land. Ingeniously, Roscher tied all of these functions to the primitive perception of a wind god. Hermes is like the wind.
I loved this outfit and it was perfect for this scene. Jamie is in a position where he needs to show his importance and wealth, but also wants to highlight his Scottish pride. Everything about this look is money. The material of his shirt is a fine linen, the waistcoat is silk and the jacket is tooled bone colored leather, but he contrasts all of this with his kilt. He is comfortable and tied to his Scottish roots while in a foreign land.
interpreting the existence of hetalia personifications
So, @yosb and I were talking about our interpretations of hetalia personifications and it…got way more academic than either of us anticipated so. Hence, this post to sort out and articulate my thoughts because it is incredibly interesting how differently we interpret hetalia personifications based on our own life experiences and background.
Here are the questions to think about in regards to the existence of hetalia personifications:
What do you consider the personification to be the personification of? What does this “nation” represent?
There are a variety of answers, but what I commonly find includes: land, people, government, culture, and history─
as well as how much the personification themselves have their own personal identity. These are all important factors to consider, and what’s most interesting to me is that everyone has a very unique interpretation of what percentage of these factors make up personification’s existence.
My personal interpretation is that a personification is based upon IDENTITY.
“Anyone wishing to conquer a people could do it by using this system: Breaking its ties with heaven and land, introducing fratricidal quarrels and fights, promoting immorality and licentiousness, by material ruin, physical poisoning, drunkenness. All these destroy a nation more than being blasted by thousands of cannon or bombed by thousands of airplanes.”
A clexa fic where the grounders are at war with another clan and they manage to kidnap clarke (kind of like what happened with costia) but Lexa manages to rescue clarke just in time.
Rain continued to fall in small, needle-like pricks, filling puddles politely with out much disturbance. The air was thick with the thinness, filled with nothing and emptier because of it. Mud and water streamed down the hills, engorging the rivers and lake with steady offerings in this, their time of plenty.
Half-unconscious and barely able to stand, Clarke grunted as she was tossed onto the horse’s back. Her clothes were caked in mud, more dirt than fabric as the ground continued to become a thick, sludge-like gorge.