Phosop (Thai: โพสพ) or Phaisop (Thai: ไพสพ) is the rice goddess of the Thai people. She is a deity more related to ancient Thai folklore than a goddess of a structured, mainstream religion. She is also known as Mae Khwan Khao (Thai: แม่ขวัญข้าว; "Mother of Rice Prosperity").
Ritual offerings (เฉลว chaleo IPA: [tɕʰä˩.leːw˩˥]) are made to propitiate the Rice Goddess during the different steps of rice production. Villagers believe that Phosop ensures everyone has enough to eat.
In modern Thailand, paying homage to Phosop by rice farmers had been declining in recent times, but Queen Sirikit gave royal patronage to this ancient custom of Thai folklore in August 2008.
These traditional celebrations related to rice and its cultivation stages have a deep traditional significance in order to ensure that farmers will have good harvests. Every year the Royal Ploughing Ceremony takes place in Thailand. At the end of it people scramble to collect the seeds from the furrows in order to increase their luck.
A sop is a piece of bread or toast that is drenched in liquid and then eaten. In medieval cuisine, sops were very common; they were served with broth, soup or wine, and then picked apart into smaller pieces to soak in the liquid. At elaborate feasts, bread was often pre-cut into finger-sized pieces rather than broken off by the diners themselves. French onion soup, which took its current form in the 18th century, can be considered a modern-day sop.
The word soup is a cognate of sop, both stemming ultimately from the same Germanic source. The word is mentioned prominently in the Bible, King James Version (emphasis added):
In 19th century Australia, sop referred to a dish consisting of stale damper, soaked in cold tea and served with a dollop of jam on top for taste. This was mainly used in prisons and poor-houses, as well as institutions such as asylums. Sop colloquially stood for shit-on-plate and was not a desirable dish to be served.
The expression milksop describes a person as weak and indecisive. Its connotation is similar to that of "milquetoast".
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Sopó is a municipality and town of Colombia in the department of Cundinamarca.
Aesop (/ˈiːsɒp/ EE-sop; Ancient Greek: Αἴσωπος, Aisōpos; c. 620 – 564 BCE) was an Ancient Greek fabulist or story teller credited with a number of fables now collectively known as Aesop's Fables. Although his existence remains uncertain and no writings by him survive, numerous tales credited to him were gathered across the centuries and in many languages in a storytelling tradition that continues to this day. Many of the tales are characterized by animals and inanimate objects that speak, solve problems, and generally have human characteristics.
Scattered details of Aesop's life can be found in ancient sources, including Aristotle, Herodotus, and Plutarch. An ancient literary work called The Aesop Romance tells an episodic, probably highly fictional version of his life, including the traditional description of him as a strikingly ugly slave (δοῦλος) who by his cleverness acquires freedom and becomes an adviser to kings and city-states. Older spellings of his name have included Esop(e) and Isope. Depictions of Aesop in popular culture over the last 2500 years have included several works of art and his appearance as a character in numerous books, films, plays, and television programs.
L.A., city of smog
Scenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogs
I got the flyer from Amoeba Records
I called up P and I said, "Yo, let's check this"
I heard at these rave-things, chicks get naked
And I got a dick that's as big as Texas
?? arrived from the crew LA DAFT
I said it's my first rave, they just laughed
Picked up P from the Magic Castle
And hit up LAX and got in, no hassle
We left there when we hit up centerspace
Ron got his camera all up in my face
Tomorrow morning, I'ma be on Cobrasnake
Making out with a chick that my girlfriend hates
But who cares, the party's downtown
??, we're leaving right now
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, motherfucker!
In the middle of the dancefloor, so damn crunk
I see the Goldenvoice crew and they so damn drunk
Lindsey, Donna, my man Paul T!
Stacy and they all doin' shots with P
Me, I just saw my future wife walk past me
Singing that Peaches--damn she nasty
DJ AM, Steve Aoki
Got the dancefloor packed and it's mostly
Girls, girls, every day
From Paris to Canada to U.S.A.
I snatched one up and we danced for hours
She talked too much; she was off that powder
But looked so good in her Jeremy Scott
And her looks looked perfect for my copping lot
She put her hand down my pants
So I said, "Later P, I'll see you in France"
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't fuckin' with us
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't fuckin' with us
And from Paris to L.A.
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, motherfucker!
Paris to Los Angeles
Au revoir, motherfuckers
And you can fuck with my accent all you want
But you can suck my dick
And shoutout to all the--all my, all my n-words
All my black people in France
For being the only other niggas to burn some shit down
when the white people fuck wit you
We don't take any shit