The 500 Years of Resistance Comic Book is a powerful and historically accurate graphic portrayal of Indigenous resistance to the European colonization of the Americas, beginning with the Spanish invasion under Christopher Columbus and ending with the Six Nations land reclamation in Ontario in 2006. Gord Hill spent two years unearthing images and researching historical information to create The 500 Years of Resistance Comic Book, which presents the story of Aboriginal resistance in a far-reaching format.
Other events depicted include the 1680 Pueblo Revolt in New Mexico; the Inca insurgency in Peru from the 1500s to the 1780s; Pontiac and the 1763 Rebellion & Royal Proclamation; Geronimo and the 1860s Seminole Wars; Crazy Horse and the 1877 War on the Plains; the rise of the American Indian Movement in the 1960s; 1973’s Wounded Knee; the Mohawk Oka Crisis in Quebec in 1990; and the 1995 Aazhoodena/Stoney Point resistance.
With strong, plain language and evocative illustrations, The 500 Years of Resistance Comic Book documents the fighting spirit and ongoing resistance of Indigenous peoples through 500 years of genocide, massacres, torture, rape, displacement, and assimilation: a necessary antidote to the conventional history of the Americas.
The book includes an introduction by Ward Churchill, a writer, political activist, and co-director of the American Indian Movement of Colorado.
description from here
I just picked this book up from the Toronto Women’s Bookstore (which is pretty effing sweet, so check it out) and I can’t wait to share it with every person I see.
(via beanonwire)
LookingOut: How to survive if you are buried alive. [Trigger warning]
1. Conserve your air supply. If you are buried in a typical coffin, you will have enough air to survive for an hour or two at most. Take deep breaths, then hold for as long as possible before exhaling. Do not breathe and then swallow, which will lead to…
(Source: chroniclebooks.com, via krthing)
We Have Salted The Earth: 10 Power Food Combos
Research shows certain foods suddenly become healthier when eaten in combination. From spinach and beets to red wine and apples, here are 10 pairings that boost each other’s benefits.
Why does orange juice taste so good with oatmeal? And what is it about olive oil that enhances…
(Source: thedailybeast.com)
Lake Moose Book Blair Tree
Last night I had a dream that I was sitting in a boat out on a lake with a few friends including my friend Lexi and I think Tyler. Anyway, the lake was pretty placid and calm.
I don’t really remember what happened prior, but at one point while I was looking around at the banks of the lake, I saw a moose drinking from it. I tried to alert my friends to be quiet and to look over at the moose by it took the m a while to see it.
At another point, I found a book in/at/by the lake. I put it away and a bit later a guy with long curly black hair showed up. He was breaking out kinda bad on his face, but it was kind of whatever. He was looking for something so I showed him the book and he took it.
We went up to this house that I think was mine and my friend or belonged to someone one of us was related to or something and while we were sitting upstairs by a window he asked if I remembered who he was. I said no. He asked if I remembered someone named Caroline. I said no. And he said “she has long dark hair.” and I thought about it for a sec. And I replyed “wait do you mean blond hair?” he said “No dark hair.” so I thought on it a moment more and I said “Do you mean Caro?” (as in my old roommate from my 2nd year of college at columbia) and he said yeah! So I asked if he was Blaire, her bestfriend from that time, and he said yeah! so that was cool I guess. It’d been some time and he’d grown his hair out really long and curly and black.
After he left I looked outside of the window there and noticed that he had hung up his backpack and other camping/traveling packs up in the tree on one side and the book up in the tree by another string on the other side… but it was raining out and the book was getting all wet and dripping. I thought that was odd, but I turned away to go back down to the lake.
and that’s all I remember.
Deep Seeded Bull Shit.
With the wide variety of topics in which to cover, I wonder why the majority of music deals with the issue of love. It’s easy to forget just how many fucking songs there are about love (until that crucial moment when it counts).
I’ve always hated it when I make mixes or give albums to people and then only later on after giving it over to someone and going through my impulsive O.C.D. habit of listening to it over and over do I realize that either the mix or album is very suggestive of love themes. I hate that.
I’m pretty steller at over thinking situations… really, it’s almost like a past time of mine. It’s always after this accidental-love-themed-music-exchange happens that I start inwardly going “shit shit shit!” I start thinking that person might not be like me (the kind of person who generally really just pays attention to the instrumental and the voice… but not what the voice is saying, just the melody of it), they might be the kind of person who actually listens to the words… intently. Then they might be the kind of person who might also not remember how many fucking love centered songs there are in the world of music… and they might start over thinking it… or really seeing right into what I’m trying to cover up.
That I might dig them.
I’m always afraid of being found out… and when a relationship stares me right in the face I think I tend to freak out a little bit and push it away.
Talking to Alexi about this, she thinks that I don’t think that I’m deserving of love. I think she’s pretty spot on… considering that I also generally don’t tell people my problems… my reasoning for this is generally because ether 1) I don’t want to burden people with my problems/negative feelings/shit or 2) I don’t think people will actually care. I think also, in my time spent not being in a romantic relationship, I worry that i won’t be a good partner. I think that I might be afraid of physical interaction.
My parents and my family were never really ones to show an abundance of physical signs of love and I haven’t been in many long term relationships at all… so yeah idk.
Perhaps some of this stems from feeling so invalidated in terms of being someone who is attractive and “dateable” growing up, that that’s some shit which I’ve really internalized and now stunts me when it comes to relationships. All during the years in Chicago I’d go to parties wanting to meet guys or w/e and then nothing happened and I just assumed it was because they were all attracted to the other girls (who were pretty hot) and just not me. One night, during my last few months in Chicago, Lewis McKinny pulled me aside as I was leaving a party and drunkenly told me that 1) he’d been wanting to kiss me all night and 2) that all during the last past years all of the guys in that crowd of partiers thought it was an “A” (when it comes to attractiveness) and had been surprised that I hadn’t hooked up or dated any of them… Come to think of it Cat had told me after the fact a few times that guys had been blatantly flirting with me.
I’m so off that I don’t even recognize that shit.
But yeah idk, w/ the lack of relationships I’ve come to rely on myself and my friends and not guys or girls or whoever. But idk I think that I need to start trying to break down that deep seeded shit from elementary, jr high, and high school. I need to stop being afraid of relationships and take chances.
New FREE Gorillaz Album.
note to self. helll yeah free gorillaz album (to listen to)
New Ground.
I’ve been writing letters to Billy lately… and to Viviana and Jun as well… but primarily Billy. It’s funny how things work out… one minute he’s mentioning both of us going to Evergreen State College, the next minute I’m moving with out him and he’s staying in Chicago. I suppose it’s kind of better this way… having a year apart from each other. It’s made me realize how much I love him and value our friendship.
The concept of soul mates is a funny thing, you know? People go on and on about how soul mates are the people who you’ll fall romantically in love with and be with for the rest of your life. Well, I don’t think that’s how it goes. Relationships and sexuality are so fluid that I don’t think they can or should be really pinned down to one thing. That being said, I don’t think that soul mates have to be purely people who you are romantically in love with or people whom are your friends.
I used to think the whole concept was silly, some kind of fairy tell bull shit spit out by corporations like disney, halmark and the like. But I believe in it now. I’ve had a total of 3 soul mates in my life time so far and Billy is one of them. It’s good to know that i’m not the only one in this relationship thinking it too. I feel weird saying it, but that might just because 1) I’m weird about admitting intimate things (whether actions or feelings) 2) I know Billy is weird about admitting shit… he doesn’t like people knowing when his birthday is even… he’ll go to great lengths to make sure people don’t know.
Anyway, lately I’ve been being very introverted and secluded. While writing Billy today I realized why: I’ve stretched myself so thin that I can’t really give any more of myself to anyone. I don’t do things for anyone else. So I’ve holed myself up… from my friends in real life and from the general world/internet. Its tough to have 1,600+ people think that they know you and expect things from you. So i’ve decided to take a break from my high profile status on tumblr and in my real life community.
I also realized today that I’ve not been allowing myself to be creative and have an outlet which has become detrimental to me. So I started following new artists’ blogs and I’ve decided to start making a new piece of art once a day… even if it’s just a doodle. When I stopped in the Library today, Nick N.’s department was giving away a ton of government books and what not… because I’ve always loved the way statistics looked. I think that I’m going to try to use it in art projects. While there I also signed up to get my photo lab proficiency test done…. I have a printing one on (next) monday and a developing one on the monday after. I’m pretty excited. I’m excited to be mixing with new crowds of people this semester too.
hopefully I’ll be able to pull myself together and to also find/create the emotional support that i need.
Also, as a side note, I started playing dumb games on facebook which have been brining me contentment. :)
Details, details details.
So the fall quarter is now finished. It’s odd, but now that I have all this free time, I’m not quiet sure what to do with myself. Most days I’ve spent my time watching netflix… mostly Buffy. Some mornings I find myself pondering my feelings about certain someone. I think I’m finally honing in on how I feel exactly about ‘em. I think what I’ve discovered is that I like them far more than I’d generally admit.
I’m not good at playing ‘chase’; and more than anything, I’m afraid of pushing them away… so I try to play ‘it safe’ and rain in my feelings and actions. I’m not sure if this is detrimental… I know when I did this with Billy, he said it was hard to read me. So perhaps it just looks like I have little to no interest in them. This could be bad because it could leave little room for anything to happen. I’m not sure what to do.
I want to tell them that I love seeing them more than anything, and 9 times outta 10, I want to see them more than anyone else. I’d admit to them that sometimes when I see the bus arrive I hope silently that they’re on it; and sometimes I get disappointed when they’re not and tell myself that of coarse I’m an idiot to think they’d be on it. I want to tell them that I want to be there for them, to be their support whenever they want or need me to be. I want to know them, really know them. I wanna know about their life before I ever knew them.. about their family and idk. I wanna know all the dorky and interesting things about them.. and be close[r] to them. I wanna memorize the contours of their eyes, nose, mouth… and watch the light illuminate their sleeping body as the sun rises. I want to hold them in my arms and breath them in. I want to…
[consentually] push them up against a wall and kiss them until they can’t remember what they were doing before.
I want to tell them that I like them, not just the idea of them.
But idk. Perhaps I’m too used to playing the role of a friend that I no longer know how to be in a relationship with anyone or how to pursue one. I’m too afraid of crossing any boundaries in words or actions. So at the moment, I’m allowing myself to be content with wherever this is all going [even if it’s no where]. I care too much to loose them… and I don’t want it to be awkward between us. So for the time being, though I think I should be brave and just tell them, I will probably keep my mouth shut and restrain my actions.
On another note, both of my gauges fell out. This is no bueno… I’ll need to go to the store to get new ones when i get home pronto. Gosh, I won’t even know what size to get cuz I don’t know how much they’ll go down by saturday. fuck.
I’m also having a difficult time focusing on reading the Harry Potter books. I feel more distracted than ever. I really need to get on it though, Brad’s already up to the 4th or 5th book. I’m pretty amazed by the amount of abuse found in the first chapters of the HP book… it’s startling. I’m not sure how I missed it before. Perhaps in my haste to “get to hogwarts” I just didn’t pay as much close attention as I thought I was.
I’m going home in a few days. I’m pretty conflicted over that. But I’m super stoked to be seeing my nephew.
… i gotta go set up the rest of my new tumblr. so yeah.
