“The faded images in Tennessee’s Cumberland Plateau are believed to be the most widespread collection of such art ever found in the U.S.”
via White Wolf Pack – “Recently archaeologists have discovered America’s oldest cave and rock art that has remained hidden for more than 6,000 years in Tennessee. The faded images were found in Tennessee’s Cumberland Plateau and they are believed to be the most widespread collection of such art ever found in the U.S. Cumberland Plateau contains 280 caves – 21 of which are described as ‘extensive’ in size. Researchers claim there are 71 known prehistoric cave art sites in the greater south-eastern USA.
The preserved artworks were found by researchers Jan Simek, Alan Cressler, Nicholas Herrmann and Sarah Sherwood from the Department of Anthropology at the University of Tennessee and Mississippi State University. The researchers state that some of the pictures found remain extremely fragile because they were drawn into mud.
Researcher Nicholas Herrmann noted that, “Human images are often shown in activities suggesting heroic or ceremonial action, flying, transforming into animal shapes or reaching through the rock surface.”
Rock art is commonly thought to have been drawn by Native Americans and other races as part of rituals and ceremonies. Mud was also traditionally used by Native Americans in the south east part of the country because it was readily available and was seen as an ideal canvas by prehistoric cave artists.
The images found vary in that some of the pictures were drawn using shallow lines made with a pointed tool. This type of art shows events such as hunting, or depicts animals that the Native Americans would have lived with and eaten.” Full Story & More Images Here
The drawings discovered in Tennessee are believed to represent the Native American’s prehistoric world in three dimensions – the upper parts of the art are ‘celestial’ representing religious beliefs. The middle sections usually show plants, animals and the world in which they would have live. Art that is found in the lower parts of the caves and walls represent ‘darkness, death and danger’.
SOURCE: Missouri DNR
Missouri Department of Natural Resources' staff evaluates gas interceptor wells at Bridgeton Landfill.
June 15, 2013 5:45 pm • By JEFFREY TOMICH jtomich@post-dispatch.com
BRIDGETON • The legal team working with environmental activist Erin Brockovich vowed quick action on behalf of north St. Louis County residents concerned about exposure to gases being emitted from a subsurface fire at the Bridgeton Landfill and the proximity to tons of radioactive waste.
I suppose that since I am 2nd generation born and raised New Mexican, I take a lot of things for granted. I’m not a fan of the desert really so I forget that what I consider to be drab and boring is actually somewhat interesting to folks who are not from around here. Today I thought it’d be fun to take a little tour of the valley and show off some of the more interesting and/or unusual sights and attractions of the Mesilla Valley.
First, a map of where we are exactly. You can see the Las Cruces square sitting right on I-10 where it intersects with I-25. Texas and Mexico are a mere 30 minute jaunt south of us; Arizona is a few hours west and Colorado is waaaaaaaaaaaaay up there if you take I-25 North. As for the East? Meh…barren desert hell once you pass the lovely Lincoln National Forest town of Ruidoso…it’s the kind of place only Martians would ever want to visit!
No one really knows for sure how it came to be that Las Cruces – “The Crosses” was so named. A few years ago some out-of-towner tried to sue us to force the “offensive” name and city logo (3 Crosses) to be changed. Luckily, the lawsuit was a failure and we were allowed to keep our beloved “City of the Crosses” moniker.
“One theory suggests that sometime during the 18th Century, a bishop, a priest, a Mexican Army colonel, a captain, four trappers and four choir boys were attacked near the Rio Grande and only one – a boy – survived. Crosses were erected in their honor, and the name, El Pueblo del Jardin de Las Cruces, (the City of the Garden of Crosses,) evolved.
Other stories say multiple crosses were erected in the area to mark the grave sites of the many victims of Apache raids. Still another story is that a group of 40 travelers from Taos, NM were killed just as they reached Las Cruces. But some people feel that the name is simply the Spanish translation for “crossing” or “crossroads.” Source
The 3 Crosses; Las Cruces icon & city logo. These crosses welcome visitors coming in on Highway 70 from the East.
If you happen to drive into Las Cruces coming from the West via I-10, you’ll drive right by the world’s largest Road Runner…this thing would’ve sent Wiley Coyote running away with his tail between his legs, yelping all the way to the Rio Grande…
Roadrunner sits proud on the West Mesa, keeping an ever-watchful eye on Las Cruces and the Mesilla Valley.
The bird was built from a variety of objects, including toys, computer parts and sheet metal, but its belly was made almost entirely from discarded white shoes. Source
20-foot roadrunner sculpture made from trash from the city dump.
Personally, I think this dude would make a great character in a horror flick…”Killer Roadrunner of the Rio Grande” has a nice ring to it, eh?
Every year we celebrate our love of spicey food by hosting The Whole Enchilada Fiesta and making the world’s largest red enchilada…
Las Cruces local Roberto Estrada holds the Guiness record for the world’s largest enchilada.
The world’s largest enchilada was 33.89 feet in circumference and 10 feet, 5 inches in diameter.
The recipe called for 175 pounds of white cheese, 50 pounds of onions, 75 gallons of red chili, 48 heads of shredded lettuce, two boxes of tomatoes and 750 pounds of stone-ground corn, cooked in about 175 gallons of vegetable oil.
Last year we had no enchilada at the Enchilada Fiesta because someone figured out that the cooking methods violated county codes. This year the governor (a former Cruces DA) went to bat for us and had the regulations waived lest we lose millions of tourism dollars.
Oh, and this probably won’t be good for tourism but I have to say…that enchilada has to be the worst tasting thing on the planet! While it’s a fun and novel concept, the reality is that it is very hard to get an enchilada of this size cooked properly…it is under-cooked, too saucy and disgustingly bitter. So, come enjoy the music, the parade and all of the other goodies the fiesta has to offer but when you get hungry, you’d be much better off hitting a local dive for authentic and tasty Mexican food. Just remember that when your waiter asks “Red or Green” they aren’t asking for your favorite Christmas color!
Right next door to Cruces is the historic village of Old Mesilla. There are far too many attractions and way too much history to cover here (enough to base a separate blog post – or several books – on) so I’m only going to show off a couple of my favorite highlights.
The old courthouse turned gift shop where Billy The Kid was once tried and sentenced to hang -
The plaza and San Albino church lit with luminarias during the holidays…
Of course, no visit to Mesilla would be complete without a stop for some ‘made-for-tourists’ Mexican food at La Posta!
Earliest records indicate the La Posta Compound was originally constructed in the 1840′s. Sam Bean and his brother Roy Bean, operated a freight and passenger service line to Pinos Altos from this building in the 1850′s. After the Civil War, The La Posta Compound became an important stop on the Butterfield Stagecoach Line.
Read more about the unique history of La Posta.
And should you ever have the opportunity to dine here, remember to compliment your meal with an out-of-this-world Desert Rose Margarita (made with prickly pear cactus juice) or a Chile-Rita…’An exotic blend of ”Besito Caliente” blackberry Habanero sauce, lime juice, Hornitos 100% agave tequila & Cointreau served on the rocks in a hand-blown ”chile” stemglass.
Trust me, there is no better way to cool down after a hot-afternoon of touring the desert southwest!
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Short tourism-promo video that shows off more of the city…
So, those are a few of the highlights of Lost Causes, NM. Hope you enjoyed the virtual mini-tour of the area. Next time I will feature cool places within easy driving distance like White Sands National Monument, Gila Cliff Dwellings and other lesser known local treasures like Hatch, NM.
Until next time, eat hot and stay cool!
Just a whimsical afternoon music break brought to you courtesy of one of YouTube’s many off-the-wall rabbit holes that are so easy to fall into!
First up, fierce warriors with an impressive energy & beat -
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Biography via Clanadonia.co.uk – “Clanadonia, began as a close combat stunt crew, for film and TV productions, most notably, Braveheart, Gladiator, King Arthur and Terrence Malick’s The New World. The band effectively formed during the long breaks in filming.
Members of Clanadonia, have been entertaining for over ten years, their high energy blend of tribal rhythms, bagpipes and tartan clad mayhem has wowed audiences across the globe. When they can, the Clanadonia “Take it to the Streets” of the cities, towns and villages entertaining the general public of Scotland as well as European and International visitors. They perform their music to all walks of life and cultures…..the tribalising continues!!!
This one is my favorite of their songs…so far..!
You can find more videos and learn more about Clanadonia Here.
Next up: The Mohawk Sporting Bigpiper Player. This guy is…uh…brimming with ‘uniqui-ness’ and style! According to his Facebook page he is, “The worlds only flame throwin, leather clad, heavily tattooed punk rock warrior..”
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Australia’s Got Talent 2010
The BadPiper does Thunderstruck by AC/DC.
Last, but oh-so-far from least…a stunningly beautiful…er, Hot…and very, very talented musician Violinist…
Jenny O’Connor aka “The Hot Violinist” performing at the Texas Renaissance Festival near Houston in 2007 -
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Jenny O’Connor & Circa Paleo playing Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” at their final performance at So Cal Renaissance Faire.
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Learn more about “The Hot Violinist” here on her website, check out her YouTube Channel or give her page a Like on Facebook!
I’ve posted other videos of Randy Granger playing Native American Flute…today I wanted to share his songs that feature the Hang (pronounced “hung”) drum (it isn’t actually a drum but it’s the easiest way to describe it in lay-terms). It is a relatively new instrument – created in 2000 & introduced to the musical market in 2001 – but it is quickly gaining popularity around the world and it’s really easy to see hear why so many people are diggin’ it.
This is one of Randy’s videos that was filmed here in the Mesilla (muh-see-ya) Valley with the gorgeous Organ Mountains as a backdrop…
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Another funkily-awesome & locally filmed video that showcases many of Randy’s musical talents and features local poet, Wayne Crawford…
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This video gives a really up-close view of how a hang – or halo drum – is played. This one wasn’t filmed in NM…we’d never have anything as cool as a World of Faries Festival and oh yeah…we’d have to put every tree in the state in one area to come up with a woodsy place like this! 
Wiki - The Hang (Plural form: Hanghang) is a musical instrument in the idiophone class created by Felix Rohner and Sabina Schärer inBern, Switzerland. The name of their company is PANArt Hangbau AG. The Hang is sometimes referred to as a hang drum, but the inventors consider this a misnomer and strongly discourage its use.
The instrument is constructed from two half-shells of deep drawn, nitrided steel sheet glued together at the rim leaving the inside hollow and creating a distinct ‘UFO shape’. The top (“Ding”) side has a center ‘note’ hammered into it and seven or eight ‘tone fields’ hammered around the center. The bottom (“Gu”) is a plain surface that has a rolled hole in the center with a tuned note that can be created when the rim is struck.
The Hang uses some of the same basic physical principles as a steelpan, but modified in such a way as to act as a Helmholtz resonator. The creation of the Hang was the result of many years of research on the steelpan and other instruments. The inventors of the Hang have continued to refine the shape and materials and have produced several variations over the years.
The name Hang comes from the Bernese German word for hand. It is a registered trademark and property of PANArt Hangbau AG.
The Hang was developed in the year 2000 and introduced at the Musikmesse Frankfurt in 2001. It is 52 cm in diameter and has a height of 24 cm. The two deep drawn steel hemispheres of the Hang are hardened by a process known as gas-nitriding. The side considered the ‘bottom’ has an opening (Gu) in the center which allows the generation of the bass note through Helmholtz resonance. When it is played in a damped way it can change in pitch similar to a talking drum. On the ‘top’ are seven or eight notes arranged in a tone circle in zig-zag fashion from low to high. All are tuned harmonically (with fundamental, octave and the fifth above the octave) around a low note (Ding) at the center of the tone circle. Each creation is numbered and signed.
There are only two people who build Hanghang, the inventors Felix Rohner and Sabina Schärer. They have a little workshop in Bern where every Hang has been created. Read More
This last video features a Buffalo Drum rather than a Hang but it is a stunning piece of work with some interesting history included in it.
From Randy’s Upload on YT - “A video collage and story of the Ghost Dance religious movement and subsequent tragedy. This is told from only my perspective and research. Not meaning to blame or make anyone feel bad. Please research on your own about the Ghost Dance. This song is by me, Randy Granger, and is played on Buffalo Drum, Native American flutes single and double-barrel.”
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New colors bust out every day now, it seems. It just tickles me to no end to open the front door and see all of the little happy blooms covering both sides of the walkway!
This was but a weedy patch of neglected earth just a couple of months ago…isn’t it amazing what a few scattered packs of wildflower seeds can do?
Starting every morning with these glorious little blooms is a special treat for me and I’m already considering possible locations to add more of them!
It’s not all just flowers for fun…there’s plenty of flavor going on here, too -
Cherry Tomatoes
The other side of the walkway holds a pomegranate bush & garlic along with the Marigolds and wildflowers…
And not to be outdone, the backyard garden is putting on it’s own wonderful show…
…And it’s fair share of tasty produce, too!
Purple tomatillo in the making
Green beans, squash & melons are all doing well and growing inches per day, I swear!
The past few days here have been a really funtastical trip for me as I miraculously reconnected with a long-lost best friend. Several years ago we lost contact; there had been a brief misunderstanding, no chance to set things to right and then life led us away from one another. I’ve felt the pain of that loss more times than I can’t count. Repeated internet searches kept coming up empty and I’d all but given up when ‘one last’ search found him just a few clicks away on Facebook two days ago.
We’ve been burning up the phone lines for almost 48hrs now, catching up on life events and of course, reminiscing about old times. Danny & I were 12 & 13 when a 3rd mutual friend, Robert, introduced us at the roller rink one night.
Sadly, no longer open. It was here that I met and spent countless hours with the boys who turned out to be life-long friends. Broken hearts, blushes & crushes and cigarettes sneakily smoked in the shadows of the pinball machines…this place holds all of our scandalous teen secrets.
9pm sharp, every Friday & Saturday night…clear the floor and form a circle. What a way for young girls to learn a hip-wiggle as they giggle and blush and peek to see if the cute boys notice! As often as I could, I’d torture my buddies by dragging them out to the center of the floor with me – much to their teen-male-macho-ego distress and dismay…
When we were all just out of high school, we took off for a once in a lifetime cross-country road trip…3 of us crammed in a teeny Pontiac LeMans, Metallica blasting…off to explore our world. 3,000 miles in 3 weeks…and a million memories to last a lifetime.
The 3 Amigos outside a Waffle House, somewhere in Mississippi…Danny, tall & spiky in the back, Rob…and short-shit, me.
Every good road trip needs a theme song & this was ours…
The years since then have taken us all through broken hearts, broken bones, supporting one another through marriages, divorces and loss of parents. Robert and I have never really been out of contact but it’s been a more sporadic and casual friendship; it was Danny & I who were particularly close until the misunderstanding a few years ago. I was with him the moment his dad died…he was at my side the moment my mother died in my arms. I went to one of his divorce proceedings as moral support…only problem was that I was 8 months pregnant…and the wife he was divorcing was 8 months pregnant and oh my, did the judge cast a doubtful, scowling looks at us all…the scandal of it all! We probably looked like Jerry Springer candidates to outsiders and we laugh about it to this day.
We’ve long given up defending our friendship and/or explaining that no, seriously…boys and girls really can be just friends! A spouse or two has tried to jealously interfere once or twice over the years but they got set straight pretty quickly. Spend 10 minutes with all of us together and it’s obvious we’re just three goofballs who love to give each other hell…the sharper the insults, the more fun we’re having so either join in like you belong or step aside before you get creamed.
To say that I am happy to be back in regular touch with both of my buds, would be a gargantuan understatement. I am over-the-moon, dance-on-a-rainbow and just plain out jumping-for-joy – ecstatic! If the past has held such wonderful times and adventures (like that time we painted Danny’s huge 4×4 blazer Barney Purple just for gits-n-shiggles!), I can only imagine what good times there are to come now that a reunion is eminent? What a long, wonderful…nearly 30 year journey it has been with these guys…I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.
And it feels good to be back home in the comfort of their friendship…
crowing rooster (Photo credit: key lime pie yumyum)
It’s funny how we tend to only see what we want to see…I wanted a couple of hens so I got chicks and named them and put pretty pink bows in their feathers and willed them into being my adorable little hens. Okay, so maybe I stopped just short of pink bows but still…I wanted hens so much that I couldn’t see the obvious fact that Ms. Boo was the most aggressive hen I’ve ever seen…and Radley’s tail was a bit longer than I remember a Red’s tale being but she was so calm and chill…just couldn’t possibly be a rooster. I’ve not raised hens in over 20 years…maybe I just forgot some things, right? Uh-huh, sure.
Yesterday brought me an early morning wake-up call…er, crow. Talk about being jolted upright from a dead sleep?! Yegads, man! The seconds of confusion…is something being slaughtered in the yard? Oh wait…that sounds like…like…roosters?! Who in the hell has roosters nearby?! Oh…ooooh…*light bulb in brain flickers briefly*….those would be OUR roosters. Crap.
We’re smack in the middle of the city. Noise ordinance laws are in effect until 6am and it’s only 4:45am…and that is one gawdawful racket coming from my backyard! If I were one of my neighbors I’d hate me for being such a loud, rude jerk…and trying to tell chickens to STFU already is about as productive as pissing into oncoming wind! This is NOT good…
A long string of curses went flying around the house as I stumbled from bed & blearily started a pre-dawn pot off coffee…let’s fire up the ‘puter & start searching on the intrawebs…more cursing…insert the coffee-IV drip into my arm…searching, searching…and then the realization that our gals are actually guys starts to sink in. Maybe a shot of rum in the coffee will help clear the brain and I can figure something out..? This just can’t be right because I wanted hens! More intraweb searching, an inspection (ok, multiple inspections!) of chicken feets and tails…more cursing…and I was finally reduced to one cold, hard fact: I have two roosters that I absolutely cannot keep here in the city.
Well, what could I say other than, “this certainly sucks”..? It had taken me forever to talk hubby into getting hens…and here we are with a total failure of an experiment in urban self-sufficiency. Lucky for me, Steve’s a good sport and is taking it all in stride. I reluctantly placed a Craig’s List ad for them and half-hoped that no one would respond. But, as a double-stroke of good luck, the nicest gentleman responded to the ad and when he & his young son arrived to see the babies, all reservations I had about re-homing them went right out the window. The little boy was over-the-moon excited and even offered to let MR. Boo play with his basketball once they got settled in. What more could I ask for, eh?
We knew when we got the chicks there was no guarantee they’d be pullets. It IS hard to tell the sex of chicks, even at the age mine were still. It was the spurs forming that finally settled the issue for us once and for all. As soon as the realization hit us that no, seriously, these might be roosters, more things made sense to me – Boo was awfully aggressive for a hen; rather territorial and more prone to pecking me than other hens I’ve raised (and get worse about it by the day)…they would squabble and turn on one another in a way I don’t remember other hens doing…kind of this puffed-up, charge at each other deal…odd for hens but roosters…notsomuch. Yeah, it all seems kind of obvious in hindsight!
Look at those long, pretty tail feathers, thick legs and handsome combs…DoH!
I’ll admit to having just the tiniest bit of a broken heart today…it’s so quiet around here and there’s no one to grate up carrot for and no one clucking through the window for me to come outside & play…*sigh*. I look outside and see their names painted above the coop door – and it stings a little. The two dogs are content to snooze the day away – especially now that they aren’t being terrorized by killer fowl – so…what is a momma with an empty nest to do? Try again, of course. Seems a shame to leave the coop empty and being wasteful isn’t in my nature. Do I feel a bit silly? Nah, not really…well, just a little…sort of. Ya live, ya screw up, ya learn…it’s just how it goes, isn’t it?
For anyone who is considering giving bird-raising ago, I hope you can learn from my experience…if you absolutely want to be sure of your chicky sex, don’t take a chance and either buy mature hens or find a place that sexes chicks so you know what you’re getting. Things to watch for: Roosters have bigger, thicker legs than hens and if you look, you can see spur stubs starting on the back of rooster feet. Roosters have longer tail feathers than hens and have bigger, more pronounced combs. All of this should have been - and would have been – obvious to me except for the fact that I was so hell-bent on hens, I refused to see what I didn’t want to see!
The only debate now is whether to attempt chickens again – or take the recommendations of some friends and give ducks a try as they are quieter and less likely to get us in trouble with our city codes department. Decisions, decisions..!
Oh my goodness, this is absolutely INCREDIBLE!
~ Bless these wonderful people for saving this amazing creature! ~
via Wake-Up World “Michael Fishbach, co-founder of The Great Whale Conservancy (GWC), narrates his encounter with a young humpback whale entangled in local fishing nets.
At first, the animal appeared to be dead, yet Fishbach investigated and quickly discovered that the poor creature was tangled in a fishing net.
The humans had to act fast; what began as a tragedy soon became a thrilling rescue as Fishbach and his crew labored to free the young whale.
The entire encounter was caught on videotape and later narrated by Fishbach himself.
Watch as the whale named Valentina by her rescuers goes from near death to freedom, then rewards her saviours with dozens of magnificent full-body breeches and tail flips.” Full Story
by Todd Walker
I woke up with an Olla (pronounced “oy-yah”) in my inbox from John Robb of Resilient Communities.
What's an Olla?
Photo credit: Apartment Therapy
It's a simple unglazed clay pot that is buried in the ground near plants with the neck of the pot above ground. They typically have a wide, bulb-like base with a narrow neck.
Daisy Luther
There’s a sense of urgency in the prepping community lately that is at an all-time high. Between the global elite warmongers, the impending financial collapse as the government makes plans to attach pension funds, the new viruses, Monsanto’s GMO seeds running amok and threatening the world’s food supply, and Big Food’s toxic food-like substances in the grocery stores with no regard for actual nutrition, it is clear that we are going downhill fast.
The day we went to pick out our chicks, I thought I’d be coming home with 2 sweet little Rhode Island Reds. Reds were one of the breeds I had as a kid and I love how mellow and calm they are. When we got to the ‘chicken farm’ to pick out chicks, there was a brooding box with about 50 Reds…and one lone oddball little yellow chicky. The yellow was the first one to run up and check me out, of course…and me being me, it only stands to reason that I’d bring home 1 red hen…and an oddball that wasn’t meant to be hatched.
Much to my relief, the yellow chick turned out to be a pretty spotted Delaware (as opposed to a plain, white hen which would’ve bummed me out) and from day one, she has been full of spunk, attitude and more curiosity than any sensible hen ought to have. We leave them cooped until late morning and then free them to roam around the yard and do what chickies do…scratch around, eat stuff and take plenty of long, luxurious dirt baths.
Apparently such a life of ease doesn’t suit the oddball Ms. Boo…she’s never content to just lounge about a be a pampered hen…she’s always up, wandering, searching, climbing…and harassing the hell out of the dogs. You’d think that in a match between a full-grown German Shepherd and a little spotted hen, there would be a no-brainer outcome – dead chicken, right? Well, you’d be wrong…little spotted hen takes every round with ease. At first Boo was content with battling the dogs’ tails – even if the dogs sometimes were oblivious to the hen trying to attack their happily wagging tails. It wasn’t long before that game got boring and so Boo upped the ante…attack a dog and steal the ball away.
Boo daring Radley to take her toy…
You’ve never seen such a pitiful sight as a pouting Shepherd standing aside and watching the hen play with her ball…a different owner might even find it somewhat embarrassing.
So, how does a chicken play ball, you ask? She rides it…like this -
Maybe if she keeps practicing, she can try out for a team next year, eh?
Xavier Rudd takes the concept of multitasking to a whole new level…
His incredible talent is absolutely mind blowing…Enjoy!
via Xavier Rudd. com “When he debuted in 2002 with the album To Let, Xavier Rudd began a journey that would see him become one of the most iconic voices in Australian music, literally and figuratively. With each new album, this journey has wound like a river making its way toward the ocean – twisting and turning, flowing and cascading as it relentlessly pushes forward.
Introducing himself as an artist of both imagination and conscience, To Let was definitive of Rudd’s ability to marry uplifting music with thought-provoking themes and concepts. It was music that, one way or another, made you feel good. With an array of guitars, didgeridoos, stomp boxes and percussion, Xavier Rudd re-introduced a lot of Australians to the sounds and stories of the land’s original owners, while introducing the rest of the world to an entirely new sound altogether.
Solace, Rudd’s sophomore album of 2004, showcased the raw power of his songs by stripping them back to bare essentials. Recorded in Vancouver with friend and producer Todd Simko, Solace – far more than just a singer-songwriter album – captured the essence of Xavier Rudd’s one-man-band dexterity. Rudd’s spirituality permeated the songs on Solace with a masterfully emotional touch. Singles Let Me Be and Shelter captured a sentimental heart in wonderfully warm songs that resonated strongly with fans – the album debuting in the top 20 of the ARIA charts and having three of its songs voted into triple j’s annual Hottest 100.
The next evolutionary step forward came a year later with the ARIA-nominated album, Food In The Belly. Once again recording in Vancouver, Rudd found a perfect middle-ground between the first two albums, but also introduced a more haunting and mournful sound to his repertoire. His ability to weave genres together had strengthened to the point where a once-undefined mixture of blues, reggae, indigenous and folk music was now simply his trademark…” Read more, follow his work and check out the tour dates HERE.
One hundred and fifty years ago, on June 2, 1863, Union forces led by Harriet Tubman and Col. James Montgomery engaged in a daring and wildly successful raid up the Combahee River in South Carolina.
The Combahee River Raid crippled local Confederate infrastructure, liberated 756 enslaved blacks, and earned Tubman well-deserved accolades as the first woman in U.S.
Herbs of the Mint family are a beautiful and useful addition to any cottage garden. They include such favorites as basil, mint, rosemary, sage, savory, marjoram, oregano, hyssop, thyme, lavender, and lemon balm.
Originally, cottage gardens were grown for household use, not for beauty alone. Herbs were used as medicine, as flavoring for food, and to freshen the air in the damp, musty lodgings.
“A social experiment is conducted in a park. Three people try to steal a bike out in the open. First, a white teenager. Then, a black one. Finally, a young blond tries her luck. Does anyone try to stop them?”
A really unusual and inspiring video from Turkey that I couldn’t resist sharing. For all of the ugly images we’re seeing of the upheaval, there is still much beauty and strength to be found…
Adam Gottlieb
Adam Gottlieb talks about life after the economic collapse of 2008.
Spoken before the Great Lakes Bioneers Conference in Chicago, November 2012.
Feelin’ kind of mellow-yellow here today…
Sunflower bud in the sunset.
The 1st sunflower bloom of the season!
Can’t wait to harvest these…
Thanks to the blogger at Synthetic Environment for a post about impressive female chemists, including Rosalind Elsie Franklin (1920-1958).
Here's an article from The Human Touch of Chemistry about Franklin:
A woman scientist from Cambridge University published an article in the April 25, 1953 on the journal Nature about the molecular structure of DNA. However two male scientists had written another article on the same subject in the same issue of the magazine.
Love the world we may live on
And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
Holiday destinations
by E.B. de Mas, reachable at: pink.agendist@yahoo.com
Trying to get to a better place.
The journey is the destination
Dreams, randomness, ramblings, and poetic imagery.
Artwork by J. E. Lattimer
Stories, poems, and the stuff of life - from a mom, a writer, an artist, and wife.
Where writing is a performance art and every post is a show.
Knowledge Is Power
Standing Up for Truth and Justice- In a violent and oppressive world where lies and injustices prevail.
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Step One to Solving any Problem is Admitting a Problem Exists
Welcome to our international playground!-NO "elitist" claims or snobbish targets, it's NOT a Nobel prize race, it's a fun and a relaxing spot
a humble documentation of my twenties, feminism and mismatched socks.
A complete guide to natural organic ethical poultry keeping
Rebuilding a sustainable world.
