see also: Horseback shrimp fishing fades in Belgium
anthropologist? graphic artist (see update below!):
“A tribesman in the remote jungles of Papua New Guinea shot and badly wounded a young New Zealander with arrows and also attacked his terrified French girlfriend, an aid group said Wednesday.
“The pair were bathing in a river in the Nomad area of Papua New Guinea’s Western Province when the young man, an anthropologist who was working in the area, went to retrieve his towel and was hit by the arrows.
“‘There was an arrow in his ribs and one in his stomach,’ Delene Evans, the general manager of Australian Doctors International, whose volunteer medics helped save the man, told AFP.
“‘The attacker also hit him on the head with a rock….’
“They were treated by Sydney couple doctor Josette Docherty and her medic partner Allan Mason, who donated a unit of his own blood to the deathly pale victim, who had lost 1.5 litres of blood.
“In her report on the incident, Docherty said the three-hour emergency surgery revealed that one of the arrows had pierced through the man’s stomach and stopped just short of the aorta….
“Papua New Guinea faces extreme development challenges and some tribes hold to the traditional way of life, including the use of bows, arrows and spears.”
update 07/01: oh, wow. so, it seems like the guy who got shot with the arrows was not an anthropologist (he’s a graphic artist) — the anthropologist is his girlfriend who is doing her ph.d. research in png. a report in the u.k.’s daily mail says one of the local guys took a fancy to the (french) ph.d. student, even wanting to marry her, and so he tried to rape her. when her kiwi boyfriend stepped in to rescue her, the png guy shot him twice with arrows.
what a story for the grandkids! (~_^)
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… and she’s still being worshipped in andalusia today …
“The principal characteristic of the local popular form of Catholicism is devotion to the Virgin Mary; Andalusia is sometimes known as la tierra de María Santísima (‘the land of Most Holy Mary’).” [wikipedia]
previously: lovesick in south dakota
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“These maps contain 20,262 unique words, based on the analysis of online dating profiles from 19,095,414 single Americans.
“Each word appears in the place it’s used more frequenlty than anywhere else in the country.
“Singles data taken from:
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oh, the poor folks in south dakota (click on images for LARGER versions):
compare the singles in alaska — “outdoorsy, flirt, awestruck, eskimo, moose, (ego?)” …
… with the ones in san francisco — “compulsive, masochistic, obsess, wackiness”:
myself? i’m movin’ to nebraska! any state where the people are interested in “meat” and “steaks” is alright by me! (altho, i’m a bit dubious about the word “teetotaler” there in nebraska. in that regard, wisconsin is obviously the state for me!):
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by alan ostler. published in 1912.
here are some bits about, not the arabs, but the berbers in tripolitania (pp. 144-59):
“I am much intrigued by the Berber problem. Who are these people; whence did they come into the North African mountains and least fertile deserts; why does their race, so scattered and so broken, still keep for the most part aloof and distinct from its Arab vanquishers?
“The position of the Arab population of Northern Africa is very like that of the Teutonic conquerors of Britain, when the Saxons held the fertile plains, and drove the Britons to the hills and fens. The Arab hordes, sweeping westward over Africa with the impetus of their faith, dispossessed the people who then held the land, and drove them up into the mountains and the heart of the Sahara. So that, to-day, the population of the great Atlas range is Berber; Berbers (Kabyles) hold the mountains of Algeria and Tunis; Berbers (Susi and Tuareg) are the scourge of the Sahara and southern Barbary states….
“What I know of the Berbers has so many points in common with what is known of the pre-Aryan population of Europe—or at least, of North-Western Europe—that I have come to believe it more than probable that it was against the ancestors of these very Berbers that our Keltic forefathers fought for the possession of western Gaul, of Spain, and of the British Isles….
“Scattered all over Europe we find traces of this ancient woman-reverence—a cult which outside religious matters, in which prophetesses, sybils, and vestal virgins still held influence, was destined to be lost or greatly obscured until the rise of chivalry.
“Among the ancient Iberians, women were recognised as chieftainesses of the clans, and as heads of families.
“As late as in the eighteenth century women inherited property among the Basques, to the exclusion of males.
“The epitaphs of the Etruscans name only the mother of the dead—a significant tribute to the social standing of women.
“I believe that I am right in saying that the Georgians — non-European inhabitants of the Southern Caucasus from time immemorial — admitted women until comparatively recently to their councils, and in time of war left the administration of the villages in the hands of female authorities.
“Now, in the Berber world, woman holds a singularly high, if not the very highest, place. Her position is the more marked by contrast with that of her Arab sister, who, as is the case throughout the Mohammedan world, is, at best, the most useful animal known to man. I have on more than one occasion visited Berber villages, particularly on the border-land that separates the Djebala territory from the Gharb, in the north of Morocco, and have been received and entertained, in the absence of the sheikh, or kaid, by his mother, who appears to be invested with full authority and responsibility for the village and people of her son….
“In a purely Arab village the place of the absent chief would have been filled by a council of old men.
“The very title of a married woman amongst the Berbers is significant. In the Shilhah dialect the word is tamghart — the feminine form of amghar, which means sheikh, or headman. (Tamdort, the Djebala term for woman in general, is obviously the same word.)
“Incidentally one may add the significant fact that amongst the Tripolitan Berbers all manner of mystic and occult powers are ascribed to women, and that in many villages they are the keepers of the unwritten tribal traditional histories….
“It was the physical aspect of an individual Berber, as he trotted at the tail of a pack-mule through the great argan forest north of Agadir, that seemed to reveal to me in one momentary flash more of the history and qualities of the Berber race than any reading and research could teach me. I had known that ‘the Berbers are the ethinic substratum of the greater part of Northern Africa.’ But the knowledge was no more than just that dry, instructive phrase, until I looked into that strange, wild visage, with its light-hued, glittering eyes; and felt with a sudden shock that I was face to face with a type of perhaps the oldest of the races of mankind.
“He had been trotting before me, tirelessly, with bent knees, and long arms hanging, apelike. I had idly noticed his squat, yet smallboned frame, his slightly humped shoulders sparsely tufted with rusty brownish fell; his lobeless ears, faun-like and pointed beneath the shock of thick, coarse hair and the pale, dark hue of his skin. Then, unexpectedly, he looked back across his shoulder; his eyes met mine; and it seemed to me that, with a faintly uneasy qualm, I read at a glimpse the vast, forgotten history of his race. As those smallish eyes, of a chilling paleness, stared from above broad cheek bones into mine, my memory flew back at once to the misty western coast of Ireland. For there, where the last fragments of a race immeasurably old, pre-Celtic, pre-Aryan, still linger in the barren corner of a land once theirs from coast to coast (with many a richer land beside), I have stared uneasily into just such glittering inhuman eyes—eyes set in just such high-cheeked, narrow-chinned faces, peering through just such a tangle of coarse black hair. And I knew my man at once for the bloodbrother of those forgotten folk of whom Europe has lost almost all trace….”
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