Whatever I saw must have been a figment
of my imagination. And before I jump
into this, I also feel like I need to acknowledge
that I have an affinity for ghosts,
UFOs, cryptids, and the macabre. Spooky
shit. I have a bias on wanting to believe
such things. But I still don’t believe in the
thing I saw not so long ago, in the remains
of the abandoned orphanage outside of
my hometown.
Central New York
Cultured Wilderness and Wild Culture:
Noted landscape architect and urban planner Frederick Law Olmsted, Sr., laid out Highland Park, part of one of four park systems that he designed and implemented in the US (the others are in Boston, Buffalo, and Louisville)…the park was founded as an arboretum for the display of a collection of exotic—as well as native—trees and shrubs donated by the nursery firm of Ellwanger and Barry…To an extent this is an open-air museum, illustrating a certain historic biome, which can no longer exist unaided. At the water tanks, however, there is no discernible orderliness in the arrangement or succession of imagery produced, apparently, by individuals perhaps more or less motivated by an anarchic attitude or even ideology.
ALN8BAL8MO: A Native Voice
Bruchac chronicles the biography of Joanne Shenandoah, an Oneida singer-songwriter born in 1957 on the Oneida Territory, Syracuse, NY.
Music and Food in Multicultural Syracuse
Ethnomusicologist, Sydney Hutchinson, reports on a fieldwork based course at Syracuse University that engaged students with the city’s diverse tradition bearers.