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In collecting, gif, norway, party, rituals, traditional on December 24, 2008 at 3:09 pm




In art, definition, duodji, fact, sami on December 14, 2008 at 11:43 am

En duodjar utnytter og bearbeider råstoff og materialer fra naturen til å fremstille klær, verktøy, redskaper og pyntegjenstander. Duodji er et samisk kunsthåndfag med forskjellige prosesser og arbeidsmetoder hvor tekniske hjelpemidler blir lite brukt. Duodji gjenspeiler samisk kultur og samiske særtrekk i ulike regioner. En duodjar bør ha allsidige kunnskaper om duodjiprodukter fra flere regioner. I duodjifaget arbeider man med både harde og myke materialer. Det jobbes med plantefarging av stoffer og garn, veving av stoffer og bånd til samiske klesdrakter, strikking av luer, votter, sokker og kofter. Reinskinn brukes til å lage vesker, klær og skotøy. Av tre og horn lages kopper, boller og knivskaft. Av metall lages kniver, bjeller og smykker. Man kan være ansatt i håndverksbedrifter, tekstilindustri eller turistnæring.

Duodji is a term used to describe many types of Sami handicraft.
Duodji can be anything from silversmithing and knifemaking, to sewing, embroidery and all of the fabric arts including fashion design, to woodworking including boat and sled making, and beyond.
A duojar is one who creates duodji.


it’s the same over again

In I MAKE STUFF 2, sacred stone, sami, sieidi on December 12, 2008 at 5:59 am

In the landscape throughout Northern Scandinavia, one can find sieidis, places that have unusual land forms that are different from the surrounding countryside. They are considered a spiritual ‘focal point’ and are worshipped as a gateway to the spirit world. At these sieidis, sacrifices were made, both in animals and in material objects, and it is here that archaeologists have found “Samic metal depots” (due to the large numbers of metal objects) dating back to 800-1300s. These objects are mostly coins from medieval Germany and England, parts from weapons such as arrow-heads, and other minor findings such as antler from reindeer.


In alphabets, I MAKE STUFF 2, inuit, signs on December 12, 2008 at 4:30 am

party joik

In music, party, sami, youtube on December 12, 2008 at 3:19 am
prty prty prty prty prty prty

one version of Kiviuq’s journey goes like this:

In inuit, tales on December 11, 2008 at 12:09 am


” (…) After he got home, Kiviuq pitched his tent and went on a hunting trip. To his surprise, when he got back to his empty tent he found that someone had already prepared a cooked meal for him. Along with the boiled meat was some caribou fat on the side. Each day, a meal was waiting for him whenever he returned from hunting. Curious about his anonymous cook, Kiviuq hid outside his camp and waited.

A small white fox trotted up to the tent and cautiously opened the flap. Nervously she went in and out of the tent to check if anyone was coming.

Thinking that she was alone, she removed her skin and hung it on a tent line, and went in to cook. Kiviuq quickly grabbed the skin and when the fox looked out of the tent, he held it up out of her reach.

“Give me back my skin”, she cried.

“Only if you’ll be my wife”, he replied. The fox did not want to marry him but she needed her skin back. She agreed, thus becoming his wife.

The next fall, in early winter, they traveled to the sea. They came across a pair of wolverines who were a couple and were living in an igloo. They decided to camp with the pair. The male wolverine began helping Kiviuq erect an igloo outside of theirs. As they worked, he asked Kiviuq, “I’d like to visit your wife tonight, if I may?”

Kiviuq replied, “Yes you may, but I have to warn you, she is an extremely shy woman.”

That night after Kiviuq and his wife were settled in their new igloo, the wolverine paid them a visit. Due to his wife’s extreme shyness, Kiviuq insisted that the wolverine be careful not to embarrass her in any way. Then he left for the wolverine’s igloo. (He had agreed to switch partners for the night). Kiviuq told the wolverine to securely close the doorway behind him.

While the wolverine was securing the door, the fox quickly and nervously urinated on her side of the bed. Looking towards the fox, he asked her, “What is that sweet sewer odor that I am smelling?”

She stammered, “Probably from me.” Then she quickly escaped into the night through a small gap in the doorway because the wolverine had not finished securing it yet!

The wolverine returned to his igloo and told Kiviuq, “She’s gone, I’ve lost her.” Kiviuq replied, “I told you she was shy!”

Kiviuq tracked his wife into the long night and in the morning he caught up to her. She had entered a fox den. He waited outside.

A lemming came out of the den saying, “She wants you to take me instead.”

Kiviuq replied, “You bleed too much, I do not want you.”

A weasel came out, “Take me instead.”

“Your waist is too narrow, I do not want you.” Kiviuq answered.

A raven came out, “Take me instead,”

“Your beak is too large, I do not want you.” Kiviuq answered again.

A seagull came out, “Take me instead.”

Kiviuq initially thought she was beautiful but declined to take her.

A wolf came out, “Take me instead.”

Once again Kiviuq refused her although he thought she was very beautiful.

A wolverine came out…. one by one many different animals offered themselves to Kiviuq but he refused them all. At last the little lemming came out again and said to Kiviuq, “Close your eyes and enter the den in a backward position”, then she quickly ran back in.

Closing his eyes and in a backward position, he entered the den to find many pairs of animals sitting on their individual sleeping platforms.

He looked for his wife and found her dripping with tears, she had been uncontrollably crying. He went for her but was told to spit in front of himself in order to reach her.

A siksik and her mate, began busily fixing up a sleeping platform for their visitor. How amazingly alike these two are, Kiviuq thought to himself.

The siksik called to his own wife and said, “Hey, wife, he thinks we’re identical!”

That evening, the animals held a feast. Each animal brought in some food. The raven brought in some shit that he had saved but was told, “No one but your self can eat this shit, take it out and eat it by yourself!” The raven took the shit outdoors then came back in with some dry dog gut. Again, he was told to take it outside and eat it himself. He did.

The seagull brought a nice big male char, the wolf brought some caribou fat. The wolverine brought in a hind leg of a caribou, saying, “Do not steal! Do not steal!” Everyone knew that he and the wolf are meat cache robber’s. Continuing the story as told by Gidion Qitsualik

There was great celebration and to mark the event, the animals decided to have a feast. Each animal, brought in some of their own delicacies. The wolverine brought in a rump of a caribou and told the congregation, “Do not steal, do not steal!” Everyone knew the rump was stolen from someone’s meat cache.

The seagull brought a nice large fish. The wolf brought some more caribou meat. The raven brought in some frozen excrement, but was told to take it outside and eat it to himself. He tried bringing in some dog excrement but was once again thrown out, “You eat it outside.” He said a smart remark back but I can’t remember how it goes.

After a hearty meal, the animals relaxed and decided to make fun of each other through song. The wolverine began by making fun of the wolf. It was common knowledge that the wolf was boisterous about his ability to catch any game by foot.

Wolverine’s song to the wolf; The wolf, cunning and boisterous, ran after the hare up the brow of a cliff, but I clearly remember watching him unsuccessful in his chase, aiya.

Wolf’s retaliation to the wolverine; The wolverine whose snout is like that of a grizzly, is always around a meat cache, frustratingly irritating, iya iya iya aiya.

Jimmy Qiqqut added to the singing When they completed their meal, the animals lampooned each other through song. The wolf and the wolverine sang against each other, and the seagull against the raven.

The wolf sang: This wolverine, whose snout is that of a grizzly, picking on meat caches, angering their owners, should be beaten iya ya ya ya.

The wolverine sang: The wolf is cunning and boisterous, in chase of a hare on the brow of a cliff, I distinctly remember him unsuccessful iiya iiya iiyi.

The gull sang: Last spring as the river’s mouth was opening, as I took my fish spear I can hear his call in the distance, now where oh where is this disgusting eater.

The raven sang: During the cold air of winter as I feast on excrement, you are no where to be seen as I grow fat on garbage and shit. (…)”

As told by Niviuvak Marqniq



sketch sieidi*baby!

In sacred stone on December 10, 2008 at 8:03 pm

a sacred stone


In gif, holy place, psychedelic, tales, traditional, tribe on December 10, 2008 at 7:09 pm



In bling, fanzine, sacred stone, seid, sieidi on December 10, 2008 at 5:31 pm


the groke

In meaning of, music, occult, tales on December 9, 2008 at 8:26 pm

Mårran är så stor och mörk och kall att det blir frost på marken där hon går. Alla är rädda för henne. Hon är stor, mörk och ensam och sätter sig på allt ljus hon ser. Mårran tycker om att komma till dalen och sätta sig och bara titta. Hon vet att ingen tycker om henne och därför söker hon sig inte till någon, utan nöjer sig med att bara titta.

Mörön valituslaulu – Mika Pohjola, Mirja Mäkelä

Mårrans klagosång – Mika Pohjola, Johanna Grüssner

scary shit**!!!