Los Negritos De Cacaopera
traditions of Morazan El Salvador.
The dance itself consists of two rhythms: the input and the Bell.
Entry steps are:
- Pulled forward.
- Pulled to the side or mancornado.
- Sprig standing with stroke.
- Turning your back foot or measure.
- Wave mancornado.
- Step flown or unhinged.
- Bending the knee or carrinche.
Bell Steps are:
- Pie.
- Picado.
- Picado ago.
- Steps to pair and sides.
- Two strokes forward.
- Cruzado and folded back.
- Two bashes and mancornado.
- Meciadito.
- Dexterity great.
- Dexterity girl.
- Mannitol.
- Mancornado and crossed back and forth.
The dance is accompanied by the sound of whistle, drum, ayacaxtle, leggings with coins or bells (in the bottom of the legs)
The community of Cacaopera is the sole surviving representative of an otherwise vanished ethnic group, variously referred to as Ulua, Matagalpa, or Cacaopera. Linguistic evidence suggests that this group originated in lower Central America, and at some point in time (but shortly before the conquest) established an enclave within the territory of eastern El Salvador. Some of the traits which continue to identify members of the community with this ethnic group are architecture, subsistence patterns, religious practices, myths, legends, and clothing styles. The marked traditionalism of Cacaopera can be attributed, in part, to its isolation within the very mountainous terrain of northern Morazan department. This region was severely affected by the war. Many of the inhabitants of outlying hamlets relocated to Cacaopera. Cacaopera was alternatively occupied by Army and FMLN troops, and was the scene of firefights and bombardments. These circumstances has introduced considerable changes in traditional lifeways. Several archaeological sites have been recorded within the Cacaopera municipality. Tradition identifies some of these as former locations of Ulua communities. Other sites are definitely of much greater antiquity, probably reaching far back into the Archaic Period. A number of sites consist of rock shelters with petroglyphs, pictographs, and lithic flakes and debitage.
also this looks Afr@-Salvadoran as fuck so maybe something to look into?
My kids hooked it up for Teacher’s Day. ¡Feliz día del maestro! #korea #southkorea #teachersday (at Pyeongchon Station)
I’ve been so healthy since I moved too Korea. Not so much the diet but the fact that I hate ALL the junk food. Even traditional american brands like Dorritos and Cheetos come in flavors I can’t get used to. My brothers candy and snack package is going to kill me. If you want to live a better lifestyle move to a country where you hate all the junk food.
CALLING YOUNG SALVADORANS IN THE US! June 22 - 29, 2013: Radical Roots Delegation Application Deadline - MAY 15. Download a flyer, informational sheet, and application. Invite friends on facebook. Cost = $550 + $150-300 Sliding Scale Registration Fee + Airfare. […]
Here are some opportunities to go to El Salvador and learn about your roots and give back: the first delegation, Radical Roots, is specifically for Salvadorans living in the USA, and the second is the second CISPES Literacy Brigade and is open to anyone with strong Spanish language skills and an interest in literacy campaigns.
Metrosexuality is so ~in~ in this country that it’s so hard to tell who is a homo and who just looks it. Like for music festivals dudebros on steroids turn up all fake-tanned and in short shorts. You have to try extra hard to look like a ‘faggot’
If I learned anything from aus/nz coworkers your society isn’t as violent as ours despite the whole shared colonial thing, I may be wrong. I just think back to Los Angeles when I had to commute two hours to work in my part time job for a major gay nonprofit. I had to come from my own low income neighborhood, crossing 4 other low income neighborhoods on my two hour commute. I had to navigate lots of very different spaces and I had to tough it up at serval bus stations like “you’re not gonna fuck with me I’m just like you.” This was just for wearing button ups with cute prints and colored slacks to work. I get that it was tensions of many people thinking I was a hipster and that I was aligned with those ppl trying to displace them. Then I’d go to the west side and face more classism/racism because I took the bus rather than homphobia. Even in college though so many white surfer frat bros calling me faggot from my way home from school. The perils of looking cute and not hyper masculine man of color in America.
I love that I can own salmon pink short shorts and bright blue pants here and not be called a faggot for wearing them.