Baby Matanga Walk (Baby Elephant Walk) arr. Noa Sov
This is a duet for clarinet and tuba! Details to find the MIDI file for your own performances can be found in the video description.
It's my first public arrangement, so I'm excited and a lil nervous to share it, but I'm quite happy with how it came together. Walk on, Ember!
A follow-up on my video "Ken Masters' Street Fighter 6 Story Revealed! - Tokyo Game Show 2022", credit to Vara Dark and it seems Capcom replaced the voice actor for Ken due to his history of past "political" posts on social media, I too want to give my thoughts.
On Lego Masters NZ, last week’s winners (Jono and Dan, the ones with ADHD and PTSD and Smudge the therapy/support dog) received as their prize advance notice of the brief for the next build (to create a cool-looking tabletop/board game, for a guaranteed place in the final), and were told they could either keep it to themselves and have a planning advantage, tell everyone else, or tell only some people - which seems calculated to beget drama, doesn’t it?
And this week they were asked what they’d chosen and they said they’d told everyone, because yes, it’s a competition, but they’re part of a community, they’re friends and they think sharing the brief will make it better for everyone.
New Audio: Los Cenzontles Shares Gorgeous and Soulful "Sobre Una Tumba, Una Rumba"
New Audio: Los Cenzontles Shares Gorgeous and Soulful "Sobre Una Tumba, Una Rumba" @monogil1 @heygroover @romainpalmieri @DorianPerron
Deriving their name from the Nahuatl word for The Mockingbirds, the Richmond, CA-based Los Cenzontles (pronounced senn-SONT-less) — is an acclaimed touring and recording band and nonprofit cultural arts academy for kids. Over their three-plus decade history, the recording and touring outfit has dug deep into cultural traditions, creating a vibrant, contemporary sound infused with the gutsy soul…
The IDF has passed on to the Shifa hospital in Gaza over 6,000 liters of water and over 2,300 kilos of food. Here is an excellent thread with sources (such as PBS and the Washington Post), showing that the hospital being used by terrorists is a known fact since 2006.
Meanwhile, an interview with an Israeli doctor, who has saved the lives of many Gazans over the years:
As Israeli police is collecting more and more evidence about the rapes and gang rapes that took place on Oct 7, the internet is still full of people denying that these crimes (which when they happen as a part of fighting, are defined as war crimes and crimes against humanity) have even happened. Women's rights organizations have been deafeningly silent on this. Some even took a stand against Israeli rape victims. I just wanna remind everyone that all victims of sexual violence are meant to be believed, is because not to do so is to victimize them a second time. That's what's being done to these Israeli women now.
Hundreds of Israelis held a protest in Tel Aviv today against the war. Because Israel is a free society.
I have no words regarding this tweet (the image refers to the testimony of first responders that a baby's body was found burned in an oven):
Fuel has entered Gaza today with Israel's consent. The amount brought in was 129,000 liters of fuel (roughly 3 fuel trucks). UNRWA's media consultant has given an interview where he claimed only 23,000 liters of fuel were allowed in (which is less than half a truck).
Jordan has established a field hospital next to Nablus with Israel's approval, and it's likely the first of several Jordanian field hospitals to be established next to Palestinian cities.
This is Nutthawaree Munkan, the Thai woman who was kidnapped during the 9th month of her pregnancy, and who has given birth in captivity. Pray for her and for her baby, please.
This is 22 years old Clemence Felix Matanga, a student from Tanzania, studying agriculture in Israel. He was kidnapped to Gaza on Oct 7, and today his government confirmed that he was killed in captivity. May his memory be a blessing.
(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)
The flag of Radz-at-Han is dominated by two primary colors. The Blue represents the indigenous Matanga, while the red is symbolic of the peoples who crossed over from the mainland. The divine eye at its center beholds the truth of all things.
One of his names means “the one who knits or binds the clouds” since myth has it that these elephants are capable of producing clouds. The connection of elephants with water and rain is emphasized in the mythology of Indra, who rides the elephant Airavata when he defeats Vritra. This mighty elephant reaches down his trunk into the watery underworld, sucks up its water, and then sprays it into the clouds, which Indra then causes to rain forth cool water, thereby linking the waters of the sky with those of the underworld.
Indra riding Ardha-Matanga “elephant of the clouds”
Talon Abraxas
"kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips" for emile/estinien? 👁️👁️
hi hello c: this is so late but i found this while looking through my wips and thought i would share <3
emile/estinien
585 words
The bedroom swims in gray shadows when Emile wakes. It’s the edge of morning, and it’s far too early, even for him. His body feels heavy as he rolls over, eyes blinking slowly at Estinien still asleep beside him. He lays facing Emile, his face slack with a certain peace that’s only found like this, and his hair spills loose around him. One of his hands curls towards Emile, left in the space between them from how they fell asleep last night.
He is so lovely.
Emile is careful getting up but Estinien sleeps lightly, and just as he begins to move, his hand reaches out towards him, fingers clutching at empty air.
“The sun has yet to rise,” he grumbles, voice thick and deep with the morning. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he stretches his arm out further until his fingers find Emile’s arm. “Tell me you’re not getting up.”
“I’m meeting Matsya,” Emile returns, his voice barely above a whisper despite Estinien being awake.
Estinien makes a sound in the back of his throat and doesn’t let go. His skin is warm against Emile’s, still welcome at this time before the heat of the day settles in. “Tell him 'tis far too early.”
“‘Tis for the fish to decide, my dear.”
In truth, he isn't certain about that. Emile grew up fishing with his father, and they'd sit side by side by the creek in the bright sunshine of the afternoon until the evening light waned. He'd assumed the timing wouldn't matter for a casual fishing trip, he didn't realize how serious Matsya was until he suggested they meet at sunrise.
“The fish have no consideration for your partner,” Estinien says, “who would prefer for you to rest, for once.”
Emile laughs, but a familiar warmth stirs in his chest as his concern. “What if I promise to catch something for you?”
Estinien groans. “Promise me a few more minutes instead.”
Emile watches him for a moment, eyes still closed, his fingers looser around his wrist now. Emile reaches over to brush his hair away from his face, combing his fingers through the soft strands as he admires the angles of his face in the transparent gray light. "Alright."
He settles back down beside him, closer this time, and bites down on a grin as Estinien blindly nuzzles into his chest. He lets the time pass, keeping the unspoken promise of just a little longer as Estinien begins to drift off again, and then he leans down to press a lingering kiss to his forehead. When he draws away, Estinien tilts his head back in a silent request, and Emile smiles at him for a moment before meeting his lips.
“Love you,” Emile murmurs against his mouth.
“Love you too,” Estinien returns, his voice slower with sleep. “If you happen to catch any squid—”
Emile laughs. “They’re all yours.”
That warmth stays with him all the way to the aetheryte, and he thinks about it as he greets Matsya in the brightening morning light, the edge of the sun just on the horizon. He thinks about it as they set up their rods, as Matsya admits his underlying goal of catching a fish for Nidhana.
Love is a funny thing.
Emile clears his throat when Matsya looks over at him, but the Matanga looks concerned as he says, “I do not mean to make a fool of myself.”
But Emile merely shrugs. “There's someone I’d like to impress, too.”