Dobrý Den čumblerstvo,

mr steve minecraft board bc hes been on my mind (mined?!?!?!!?) da whoooooleeeeeee dayyyyyy

Prohlašuji naše obrozenecké snažení za velmi úspěšné, chásko. Už i to Národní divadlo nám hoří!

termín "transrozky" byl poněkud kostrbatý

🇨🇿 Nahoře na hoře.

(🇬🇧 Here in our lands it's common to buy an overpriced sausage when you finally reach the top of a mountain and to chug down an equally overpriced drink.)

Dle návrhu @magentaglowing Vám prezentuji.... OFICIÁLNÍ ČUMBLR LOGO!!!!

České stavy po bitvě na Bílé hoře:

Plakát pro Naslouchače, zachycující scénu z knihy

Mega se teším na čtrvtou knihu v listopadu :O

Musím nakreslit víc fanartu…

OH MY GOD THE SEA SHANTY IS ABOUT AARAVOS

Woe to the man, the dark-eyed sailor

Ship’s adrift, and the sea’s his jailor

Drag him down,

Down, down, down

Down in the wicked depths below

The mysterious door

First time drawing with a vanishing point

+ blood version

When I think of solar punk, I think of my grandparents. I think there are many approaches and solutions to solar punk depending on where you live, the climate, rural or urban, land availability, budget and so on.

But for me, I remember my grandparents and I think it is crucial to gather the knowledge of our elders and let it feed into the new we create. Both were farmers and extremely resourceful. Long before my mother was born, and while our country was still under British rule, they had tried to live in the city as labourers. It was the modern thing to do in a colony, leave what was called the primitive life of huts, farming, animal herding and hunting behind and instead contributing to the colonial project. It goes without saying that this project was extremely racist that they were destined to be labourers for the rest of their lives. They both hated it.

In the city, my grandfather had done several manual jobs including working in an industrial bakery and working in a sausage factory, which lead to him never eating sausage again. My grandmother worked as a cook and housemaid for an Indian family (above Africans in the colonial construct) and found it demeaning. She had two miscarriages during this time.

It was then that they decided to turn their backs on the city and return to the village. For many this would have symbolized a step back, a step away from civilization, and it also meant a lot more hard work. But instead of living in a crowded, dirty slum (Africans were not permitted to live outside these slums), they got to build their own homes in an ancient tradition. Instead of breaking their backs for a demeaning overseer and paid pennies, they got to do whatever they wanted with the fruit of their labour. My grandfather immediately set up gardens which he cultivated with vegetables for sale back in the city. My grandmother followed suit and always made sure to make some money of her own. It was after this return that my mother was born.

The work was hard, but not any more or less than it would have been back in the city. In the village they were their own lords and weren‘t dependent on anyone else but themselves. It‘s where they were human and among those who saw them as such.

I think about this a lot and I think about how I could perhaps improve on their project. Find a way to build on what they left us. This is where I would love to continue, adding solar punk to the mix. Some people hate rural Africa, want to hide it and I get why, it‘s not nice to be reduced to it. But I love it, I see it as a chance, as something that can be cultivated and grown.