These May Be Good Ways To Start Us Off On Films On The Cultures South Of Anglo-Americas Main Powers.
These may be good ways to start us off on films on the cultures south of Anglo-America’s main powers.
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Maybe the great sense of smell they’ve got does guide them after all along with these. Maybe this helps explain why native people of Cascadia along possibly the Ainu & the neighbours transported salmon eggs further into riverbanks & further inland waters in wet moss-lined baskets.
Consider the god of salmon.
There is a god of salmon, somewhere in the gravel and the pebbles of the spawning redd. All salmon are aware of it as soon as they are born, in their own, private, fishy ways, and remember their god of salmon when they leave the spawning grounds and journey into the saltwaters beyond.
Theirs is the god of journeys and returnings.
Eventually, every salmon is struck by the urge to return to the holy lands of its ancestors. They pray to the god of salmon, asking for protection against bears and other predators on the journey.
“Deliver us from eagles,” the salmon pray.
All animals get their own gods, and those animal gods get their own prayers. The gods of mice and rabbits and other small, squeaking, hunted things usually get prayers along the lines of, “Oh please, oh please, oh please…”
Unlike those fickle gods, parishioners of the god of salmon get results.
Salmon get miracles.
A salmon returns to freshwater and discovers that it can breathe.
A salmon swimming against the current watches its spine curl, its teeth lengthen, sees grey scales turn red.
A salmon comes to a waterfall and discovers that it can fly…
Eventually the salmon complete their pilgrimage, and return to the holy lands of their ancestors.
Many raucous orgies are held.
Hallelujah.
And then, exhausted, the salmon die. The land flourishes as residual nutrients run through creeks and estuaries.
And the god of salmon continues, buoyed on the souls and prayers of millions of martyrs.
Pretty heartening to see other animals doing their part to keep the hygiene going. In cases like this, «Monkey See, Monkey Do» is appropriately useful (even though she’s an ape).
Sandra the Orangutan started washing her hands after observing her caretakers doing it.
I thought to bring this in this morning, but hap-hap/iyayraykere for this years earlier.
Here is an online archive of Chiri Yukie’s collection of yukar, available for free.
For here too.
Credit: @pet_foolery
Rare as they are, they too deserve some recognition, even if medical problems are sometimes the cause with the former. Fun fact: Males start growing breasts (albeit smaller) too until they reach age 20, and then (usually) shrink back.
men and nonbinary people who have breasts are totally normal and cool actually