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Let’s take a look at what’s been clogging up my photo files.
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My pickle algorithm has been on vacation lately, but this showed up the other day. I was hoping it was a joke… but sadly it does exist.
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I totally need this. And actually already have a little makeup case like the one in her left hand. Unfortunately mine is a lovely shade of mustard instead of green.
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This poem always gets me.
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From my local FB page.
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Never a dull moment here.
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One thousand and two uses.
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These aren’t my pictures but they were taken in Maine and are too fabulous not to share.
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I’ve never seen a sunrise or sunset like this.
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There’s probably a meteorological term for it, but all I can say is… wow.
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Sweet!
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Hey man, I was just thinking about you while I was checking out this video.
If you haven’t seen this yet you are in for a treat, being the citizen of the world you are. I don’t know why I can’t post this in a comment. Any bright ideas on your end?
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Hey, check it out! It worked! How about the Lakota singers and drummers?
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You did it right. Just copy and paste.
PLAYING FOR CHANGE has some really good stuff. Thanks for this.
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Thanks for that. Pilamaya, perhaps? I hope so, that’s the only First Nations word I know (Today).
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Lol. I was brought up white, despite my heritage. I have never learned any Saultaux, let alone many words from different nations.
“Pilamaya” is not among them.
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Pilamaya is one of many Lakota words for “Thank you” I googled that little gem just so I could say it to you. Now I’m inspired, I want to learn some new language to keep my mind active. I don’t know yet if it will be a whole lot of one or a little bit of many.
I had no idea of your native extraction and never would have guessed Saultaux (Sol–toe?)
I had an American history class when I was in grade 11 and the course material was Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee by Dee Brown. Read it if you haven’t already. Anyway, Saultaux didn’t make the list, as far as I remember, so I took a wild guess. I am somewhat familiar with some of the better known nations, like the Lakota, Oglala and Nez Perce (I scored an A on a report I did for my ROTC class, all about how Chief Joseph led the U.S. cavalry on a merry chase for 1600 miles and almost three months before they were caught. The Army didn’t catch them, it was the cold and the hunger, the sickness of the children that moved him to compassion so, though I’m sure the words were like ashes in his mouth, he said ” I will fight no more forever” Great warrior, greater man. Unlike many others, the word “Hero” isn’t wasted on him.
And that’s what I did in high school.
Wowee that kind of wandered off the reservation, didn’t it?
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In Canada we call them “reserves,” not reservations. Just a slight difference, but the one is less negative than the other.
Although I have several nations in my background, Saulteaux (sorry, typoed the name above) is the most pure I have. You were close on the pronunciations, but the L is silent. So-toe or Soo-toe depending on who you talk to.. We originated in what is now Ontario, around Sault Ste Marie (Soo Saint Marie), but with the coming of the White Man we moved West around the junction of the Red and Assiniboine Rivers, and then into Saskatchewan around what is now Saskatoon. My ancestors were born in Red River, now Winnipeg.
But I knew none of that growing up. My male parent, a Metis, married a pure white woman from the Ukraine/Germany area, and he told us we were white because he hated his native heritage. It wasn’t until he died circa 1972 that we learned the truth. But by then I was in my 20s and I paid no attention. It was only decsdes later I paid more attention. Wounded Knee was part of that awareness when I learned some of the wartiors were cousins of mine. But of course by then it was all over.
Learning a new language would certainly get the juices flowing. I’m told German is one of the closest modern languages to English, so fairly easy to learn. If you want easy…
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I took a year of German in high school. It was easy but so were French and Spanish. German would be good to focus on because it’s widely spoken in northern Europe. I didn’t know anything about my history beyond my grandfather 1915-1965, until I was in my early forties. Then, the last time I saw him before he died my dad gave me a couple books and a loose leaf binder full of papers documenting my ancestry back to my earliest immigrant ancestor, A guy from Germany named Johann Kaspar Neuin. I look at it, trying to find more detail in their lives. The whole thing just reeks of decades of cigarette smoke, something that wouldn’t have bothered me twenty years ago.
Hey Man, thanks a lot for a great reply and for letting me into your planet a little bit. I enjoyed the visit.
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No problem, Kenny. I got nothing to hide, and maybe someone who reads it will find something in it that inspires them to re-examine their past.
I am a survivor, and although I hated the first 16 years of my life, it actually made me stronger.
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I understand. I was pretty miserable most of the time until I was able to get away about the time I was 18. Looking back, I have been able to see how good my life is now.
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And now is the best time to have it good..
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Ha! I have my moms makeup case like that one only hers or mine, is light blue…thank god, lol. Pickle algorithms are at it again huh?
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Just the odd pickle now and then. Thankfully the flood has stopped..
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I keep promising myself to read more Auden and then don’t…The books are on my shelf. I remember when I worked at the radio station in Vermont people would call in and ask us to announce that some cows or horses were doing a little walk-about on the inter-state and would the owner go get them…I suppose you could consider that a traffic jam during rush hour in the Northeast Kingdom LOL
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I’ll take that traffic jam over inner city any day.
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It was always in the morning – I guess the farmers let the animals out into the fields and they just kept going…
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Lovely pictures and that Alaska cartoon is perfect!
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Oh you want us to tighten all the bolts before we try to fly real live people in this airplane ? ! ? No having pickle flavored alcohol will not make me want to have alcohol or a ride in that plane, And wow now that is a sunset,
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Turns out there weren’t any bolts to tighten… which is a major WTF. 😳
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After reading “Stop All The Clocks,” maybe the reader should then help themselves to at least a couple of shots of Whicked Pickle?🥒
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You can have my share.
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Those are sun pillars. I’ve seen them a few times, both here and in South Dakota. Like sun dogs, they only occur when it’s very cold.
Also, I have tried that whiskey. While I’m a fan of both pickles and whiskey, the combination was too much even for me to take.
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Too much for you?
Damn, it must be bad…
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Just typing up that comment felt all kinds of wrong.
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I can imagine.
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Wow seems like the correct term. I love the duct tape cartoon.
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The last two paragraphs of that poem, in particular, are moving to me.
Well, glad they got the window problem figured out. Now we just have to remember never to get on a plane with “Max” in the name.
Very cool sunrise. I haven’t seen anything like this either.
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For me it’s …”He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest”
My everything. Which is how I feel.
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Curious, do the mosquitos take a winter break?
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Absolutely. You won’t see any insects in Maine in the winter….
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