The Kumbira

The Chimariko was a small group that is now part of list of extinct tribes in America. According to Kroeber (1976,109) they are a descendent of the Hokan, it is noted that they maintained their original language better than other groups such as Shasta and Pomo. (109) The Chimariko were estimated to be at 250 people in 1849, six people in 1903, and according to Kroeber “In 1906 there remained a toothless old woman and a crazy old man.” (1976,109)

We entered the restaurant into the lobby and sat on a bench to wait. The restaurant had several small groups of business people scattered throughout the dining area and not busy. As time ticked away, I became nervous.

The A.A Meeting took place in the Church Notre Dame of Mt at Cedar Knolls. When the meeting started, I ask myself “where are the guys seeking for help”? When I realized that they all were seeking for help. They did not look like they need it help, they look like you and me. When the meeting started first they when in to “The twelve traditions” and then to the events that they have each week, at the first I could understand what was going on they were laughing one another. When an old man when to the front to introduced his self. At the end of his introduction he asks everyone (except us) to give money to him, because he has things to pay, when he pasted the pot all around the room, everyone started to give something. I thought it was a joke but

For this assignment, we had to attend a meeting of a spiritual tradition that is not our own. As this assignment's due date approached, I became very anxious! I didn’t quite know where I wanted to go. In my sewing class one day my friend, Kelly Jorgensen, had asked if I had finished the assignment. I had not. “Me and Karlie Mortensen are going to the Baptist church over by Riverton Hospital this Sunday at 6:00 PM if you want to join us” she offered. I found this rather funny. The day before, as I was driving home from work, the Harvest Valley Baptist Church sign had caught my eye. I thought to myself that I should

Today, I went to Church mass tonight around at 6pm ready for dinner to celebration has Tamales Day being on February 2nd later at 8pm. It's was on January 6th is special for bread inside has baby Jesus for the Three Kings Day. But, I nothing inside has to my bread with baby Jesus make to my god to touch me and my mom and sister has baby Jesus so lucky get tamales for the days same to my family sometime or not have inside for baby Jesus. Then enter to church arrive and she gives me for candles of the day is blessed and I saw people has brought to child christ is baby Jesus and some virgin of Guadalupe in the mother's Mary put on a floor in the front. We have blessed to be church is a presentation for us with their people of the includes has

To begin with, I chose this project because I distinctly remember that my older brother did the same cooking option. I remembered how good that meal was from 3 years ago. He cooked pork shish kabobs as an entree and they were outstanding. I wanted to create a similar effect on my family and their tastebuds. Looking back, I was unaware that I was capable of producing a meal this tasty and coordinated.

When the unfriendly staff unlocks the door, the beauty of temporary freedom puts a smile on my face. We walk in single file, with boys on one side and girls on the other. After they?ve checked us up, we put our hands behind a backs and walk towards the dining hall to eat breakfast, which consists of muesli and lukewarm water.

Across centuries people have asked, what does it mean to live a wholesome life? Is it found in material objects or by putting faith in the unseen? For native peoples, the answer is found in time. Time—the past, present, and future. A relationship to history and the future allows for better understanding of personal identity, cultural tradition, and the ability to change wrongdoing in humanity. Applied ingenious studies examines dance, music, art, and religion as a means linking these elements together.

I waited until she came back. I regret it because I ended up waiting for a couple minutes, which I believe at the time was too long. It was finally time for me to explore. So I looked around to observe the restaurant, which was moving in a fast pace since everybody was scattered because it was the dinner rush. I also noticed that the food smelled fresh and the amount of people at each buffet line was not that much. The lady from the front desk came back with our drinks. The drinks were fresh and cold. There was condensed liquid dripping from the sde and cold air coming out from it. After that I went to go get some food. I needed some assistants since I was confused on where each of the types of foods I wanted were at. I asked one of the cooks and he was able to point to the places I needed in order to get the foods I wanted. I then traveled back to my seat to enjoy my food. I really hoped that the food was better than the mediocre

Sweat beaded down my back as I paused to think about where I could use the bathroom. I turned around to see my host mother carefully and swiftly picking the coca leaves one by one and stuffing them into a bag that was tied around her waist. The voice of Jorge Medina, an afro-Bolivian advocate echoed from the radio next to her. “The government has taken significant steps to recognize the Afro-Bolivian population in the census, but more work still needs to be done. In many of rural areas Afro-Bolivians still do not have access to quality education and even learning their history in schools. Many Afro-Bolivian farmers do not have clean water in their homes or do not have bathrooms.” Just then my host mother looked up at me. Slightly embarrassed I asked, her“where can I use the bathroom.” She pointed to a bush nearby, “make sure you go quickly and duck so no one sees you.

As I sat alone at my small table for two, I looked at my watch and noted the time of 12:10pm. As I glanced at the menu I slowly began scanning the dining area. As I suspected the lunch crowd was pretty full and I counted 36 customers in the dining area. My waiter arrived at my table and introduced himself. His name was Tony, although I am sure his full name was Anthony. He was average height, slim build, olive complexion, and dark hair. He was very polite and asked if I would like a drink before ordering and after my response he turned and retrieved my beverage. When he returned he asked if I need a few minutes to look over the menu and I responded that I did. Before leaving, he proceeded to tell me the lunch specials for the day and even made a recommendation. I thanked him as he turned and walked away.

The church service was to start at 11 a.m. and we reached the church around 10:20 a.m. As we walked inside the church I was fascinated by the size and beauty of it. It was a big church with beautiful decorated stained glass like we see in cathedrals and a wonderful music room. This first thing that amazed me was the size of the sanctuary. In Nepal we have small temples where people go to pray and worship various deities. The sanctuary could probably seat more than five hundred people. I felt like I was in an auditorium and about to perform my solo in front of these people. The part

The Bribri civilization of Costa Rica/Panama and the Kogi civilization of Colombia were believed to be a secondary area to the Mesoamerican and South American civilizations. However, differences began to surface that distinguished the Bribri and the Kogi from civilizations of Mesoamerica. They formed part of the Isthmo Colombian Area, therefore similarities were expected to exist between the Bribri and the Kogi. These similarities were understood through the rituals that the Bribri and Kogi practiced. Nevertheless, there are a few links that tie the Bribri and the Kogi civilization back to the Mesoamerican civilization.

Crash. One, two, no, three plates hit the floor. I could for all intents and purposes feel my spirit drain from my body as that sound rung throughout the restaurant. I paused for a moment to recollect my thoughts, looking up to see a collection of dirty plates, bowls, and pans stacked nearly a foot high on the shelf and beginning to collect around my feet as there was nowhere else to put them. With a stack of plates so tall, the grease had allowed a plate to slip and take several others with it to crash onto the stone floor. Ah yes, this was dinner hour, the busiest hour of the night, on Friday, the busiest day of the week in general, and it was my first week on the job. Straightaway came the manager, Rachel, as well as a few of my coworkers. She looked to see glass scattered

Then, something happened. It was near the end of my 11-hour shift on a Sunday. It was quite busy as it was a hot summer night. The line was almost to the outside of the door while there was only two of us working. A man and his son walked in. They stood there and stared at the menu for a while.