mythollurgy.

Hey everyone,

There has been an overwhelming response to this zine, if anyone still wants a copy, I just finished a run of printing. 5$ plus shipping.

“elflocks & the polish plait : a european history of locked and matted hair.

looking into varied histories of locked and matted hair throughout europe between 1285 and 1920 drawing from old medical journals, fairy tales, recorded anecdotes, mythology and dictionaries.

while asking critical questions of white folks wearing locks in a white supremacist society, this zine seeks to challenge colonial mindsets entrenched in christendom, medical practice, the enlightenment, and attempting to re-member pagan european landbased histories.”

finally the zine is done! been working on this for years!!! 5$, maybe more for shipping? 8.5″ x 5.5″, 40 pages. cardstock cover. snail mail letters and mixtape trades for the pdf (imposed and/or suited for reading).

hey folks,

i know i dont post on here much anymore, and that is because my tumblr’ing is mostly happening at the blog i use for my radio show: to know the land .

here is a little bit about the show:

broadcasting mondays 6pm-7pm, CFRU.ca, 93.3 fm located up the hill from the eramosa river, traditional territories of the attawandaron(k) people, otherwise known as “guelph”. all about connections to and struggles in defence of the natural world. interviews, readings, and rants interspersed with hardcore, and ambient music.

lately ive been talking to witches, scientists, teachers and even a cyber security expert about their connection to the land, their magic, decolonization, and squirrels!

oh we're cutting down the rain forest so we can wipe our ass we're ripping apart the world and we're doing it stupid fast. there aint no faith that i got left that this too shall pass cause we're cutting down the rain forest so we can wipe our ass.

little jayden's choking and ava's got puffer woe to be their little lungs, long made to suffer sure the children need a future full of joy and full of laughs, but we're cutting down the rainforest so we can wipe our ass!

we disregard the cultures that flourished there before and we burn down their villages to the forest floor took away the trees so theres no forest anymore just miles and miles of pasture for burgers from the store.

Eucalyptus globulus gets the wood pulp faster we cut down all the rest so cows can roam the pasture then we kill all the cows and grind their bodies into meat then we go and take a shit and excreting out all we eat

we colonize, we colonize, we turn the world to shit we take something sacred then we drown it all in piss. we think we are so special, and over there they're number two we dominate and raze the land just so we can poo

in other parts of the world, in other homes on the block they choose to wipe their butts with water and a cloth washable, reusable, and widely understood so think of that the next time your off to take a poop!

30% of oxygen comes from rainforest trees but we'd rather than have them pulped so we're clean between the cheeks we hack the lungs of the world, do you think they wont be missed? but we dont care, we wipe it away every time we piss!

Of 1700+ known acts of global power-grid sabotages, affecting some 5,000,000 people, 879 were caused by squirrels; between 0 and 1 were caused by Russia, and another 1 was caused by the USA (Stuxnet).

The data was presented in a Shmoocon talk last week by Cris "SpaceRogue" Thomas, who looked at 35 years' worth of power-grid disruption and concluded that Ted Koppel knows shit-all about cybersecurity, despite having written a (hysterical) book about it.

Thomas runs a project called Cybersquirrel1, which tracks power-outages caused by critters (as well as the rare, rare instances in which they are caused by infowar operatives).

To "counteract the ludicrousness of cyberwar claims by people at high levels in government and industry," Thomas said, he launched CyberSquirrel1. Inspired by a presentation at Thotcon by Josh Corman (now the director for Cyber Statecraft at the Atlantic Council) and Jericho of Attrition.org, SpaceRogue started CyberSquirrel1 initially as a Twitter feed on March 19, 2013. The account simply "collected from a Google alert for news," he said. But it soon evolved into a much larger data gathering effort, collecting from search engines and other Web sources to populate a spreadsheet. Jericho joined in to enhance the data set the next year, adding more details and events—but even so, Thomas noted that he was only catching a fraction.

Squirrels are not the only "actors" tracked by CyberSquirrel1—birds, snakes, raccoons, rats, and martens factor in among the top animal threats that have been captured by the project's spreadsheet. Jellyfish have even gotten into the act, shutting down a nuclear power plant in 2013. CyberSquirrel1's data so far has tracked "over 1,700 outages, affecting nearly 5 million people," Thomas noted. "If you consolidated them into one location, it would basically take out the power for the San Francisco metropolitan area for two months." Shockingly, there have even been eight deaths attributed since the tracking began to follow animal attacks on infrastructure—six caused by squirrels downing power lines that struck people on the ground.

to sit by the edge, admiring the folds of ice shelves hardened after smashing into one another, now slowly disintegrating, one shelf loosed up river, let to flow downstream and grate and pummel, grab and pound the ice that remains.. it is a haunting sound. as the left overs hang limply, their surface is taught. a sizable snare reverberating the thump and grind out into the forest.

to melt by this edge into the thawing topsoil, with my back to an uncomfortably narrow buckthorn, Rhamnus cathartica, and sitting on top of my backpack, with legs outstretched, monocular in hand, watching the ice go by... this is the woodland spirit singing. the rivers edge keening, a shedding of skins and making bare once more all the thawing quiet life slowly stretching below.

there were drum rolls, cymbal crashes, bassy bowed notes riding over cello strings. timpani and violence of crushed ice smashing into shore. tectonic plates shifting, giving way and tumbling submerged in the water, though bouying several metres past where i watch, tipping upward slightly, just enough to tag the low loving branches of the eastern white cedars, Thuja occidentalis, as the sheets crumble and fade to the shallow but dark frigid waters.

there was bird sound across the river, but i'm not certain who. my guess was black capped chickadee, Poecile atricapillus, but i couldn't be sure. i had the idea that at least a small pack, perhaps six or eight were flitting around the cedars watching the same sheets go down. they sang the treble, while ice carried the low end.

oh annie, oh annie, come to me please i'll tend to you and you'll tend to me, bitter and sweet flower to seed secrets you keep in the morning.

he laid with me long through the night but before the dawn, boy, did he fly now i as i lie brewing inside i know i'll come by you in the morning.

you grow wild and free, you dance and you sway you'll keep my secret, you know how we play he held me tight no moon in sight i'll come for you right in the morning.

a small drop of blood, within a cloud of white a single tear, within a long loving night. a marvelous weed helping to bleed a spoonful of seed in the morning.

to sing together, amidst the coldest and darkest nights of the year, this brings me such joy and verve. my nerves are still tingling. it feels like a date with a new lover, or when the chickadee lands in your palm for the first time. a bourgening with love and connection, and a couple new melodies tapping out my toes. this is what our voices are for. to share in communion of one another. to give and receive, to laugh and to mourn, to touch from the distance of my lips to your ears, across, beneath and permating through, invisible borders. the guard can be subverted, subdued and substituted with a shared intimacy among many eclectic and diverse bodies harmoniously.