Walosi's Instructional Cherokee Font install for PC's

Okay, you wanna install a Cherokee font. Here is the official Cherokee Font. Instructions and everything you need to know about it is right there.

http://www.cherokee.org/Culture/CherokeeFont/Downloads.aspx

Now, not all fonts are alike and as everyone likes choices, here are some more!

http://www.languagegeek.com/font/fontdownload.html

Aboriginal San Serif

Aboriginal Serif

Digowheli

The three listed on this site are good. For more choices there is this link....for the truly geeky.

http://www.wazu.jp/gallery/Fonts_Cherokee.html

Okay, this is from Japan but they have the best collection. I don't know why. (Maybe something about Windtalkers...good movie!)Download 'em all for the true nerd in you!

Download and install the fonts to your PC. Go to Control Panel, Fonts and at the top bar there is a drop down that lets you install, Locate the folder you extracted the zipped files to and it will show you a list of available fonts. Click the select all button and then install. Once they are in there you should be able to see the fonts on the web pages that have it.

Now for the typing part, there are two ways to do it. If you got the keyboard map from the Cherokee Nation that only works for their font. If you want to use another font you need a program that lets you see the Unicode fonts. I use a program called Babel Map

http://www.babelstone.co.uk/Software/BabelMap.html

Instructions and the program are here. The download is at the bottom of the web page. Unzip and install.

Now it is different and so take your time, you speed will improve. It is searchable, sort of...in search type the phonetic sound and it finds the character...cool ...but it doesn't go back to search it just goes down....you will see what I mean when you use it...hover over the font and the sound of the character pops up..it is really good for learning the syllabary.

The other way is to get into your on screen keyboard and select Cherokee as the font and they will show up on the keys, you have to tweak the size of the font and stuff but it does work.

Have fun!

Cherokee Pie ᏣᎳᎩ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ tsa-la-gi ge-li-s-t(a)-gi

Okay, I really like pie and I love Cherokee so I am putting this together while I am learning Cherokee...

Pie
Ge-li-s-gi "or" Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎨᎵᏍᎩ "ᎠᎴ" ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Piece
a-gv-ha-lv-da
ᎠᎬᎭᎸᏓ

I want pie
a-gwa-du-li-ha Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎠᏆᏚᎵᎭ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

I like Pie
A-gwa-lv- quo-di Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎠᏆᎸᏉᏗ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

++++

Apple PIE
Sv-g(a)-ta Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᏒᎦᏔ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Berry pie
U-da-ta-nv-hi Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎤᏓᏔᏅᎯ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Boysenberry Pie
u-tlo-si-nv-da Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎤᏠᏏᏅᏓ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

BlackBerry Pie
Ka-nu-ga-li Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎧᏄᎦᎵ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Buttermilk Pie
Go-tlv-ta-nv Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎪᏢᏔᏅ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Cherry Pie
Gi-ta-ya Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎩᏔᏯ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Chocolate Pie
u-wo-di-ge ka-l(i)-se-tsi Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎤᏬᏗᎨ ᎧᎵᏎᏥ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

coconut pie
Still looking for this one ... anyone got an idea besides
Go-go-nv-di Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi ?????
ᎪᎪᏅᏗ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Dewberry Pie
ha-se-nu-da Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎭᏎᏄᏓ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

ElderBerry Pie
Go-ga-sa-ga Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎪᎦᏌᎦ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Gooseberry Pie
a-ya-lo-i-s-gi Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎠᏯᎶᎢᏍᎩ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Lemon Pie
Le-ma-ni Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎴᎹᏂ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Mulberry Pie
Gu-wa Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎫᏩ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ


mincemeat pie
NOT sure this one is correct—I have it written down with word for mince and word for meat but I wouldn’t swear that is what its really

A-gv-ha-lu-ya-s-di ha-wi-ya ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎠᎬᎭᎷᏯᏍᏗ ᎭᏪᏯ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Pecan Pie
So-hi a-ni-nv-hi-da Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᏐᎯ ᎠᏂᏅᎯᏓ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Peach Pie
Kwa-na Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᏆᎾ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Persimmon Pie
Sa-li Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᏌᎵ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Pumpkin pie
i-ya Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎢᏯ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Raspberry Pie
Sv-di-wa-li Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᏒᏗᏩᎵ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Rhubarb Pie
I couldn’t find this one—I’m going to ask….
but I don't like this one anyway….and neither does Johannah! Lol—which is why I never asked anyone how to say it before now... lol
****** ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Strawberry Pie
A-ni Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᎠᏂ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Sweet Potato Pie
Nu-na a-ni-nv-hi-d(a) Ge-li-s-t(a)-gi
ᏄᎾ ᎠᏂᏅᎯᏓ ᎨᎵᏍᏔᎩ

Miss Gnomers

You seem to be one with a bright mind and quick wit. So let me tell you a little tale and maybe you can improve upon it...
I am, as you can tell,a mystical creature called a gnome. My small stature of two spans and my magical nature is quite evident. I have a very long life, unless it is taken from me. I enjoy the company of others of my kind, especially the feminine kind. *wink* My attraction to the lovelier sex has gotten me out of trouble many a time. While seeming the softer, more lovely and charming of our race, they are also the smarter, wiser and devious of mind than a simple male will ever be. Let me explain...
Sitting in a small tavern in the town called Haverness, having lit my pipe, I was enjoying a cup of fine mint tea and a crumbly scone with my good mates Thomas and Walther. Wondering what adventures I might consider embarcing upon. Quietly like a roe walkin thru the woods, the most beautiful gnome woman of my dreams approached. Looked directly at me with a fire in her eyes that made my dinner companions get up and find a place less violent to spend the evening.
I quickly found myself alone and facinated by the murkyness of my tea as I stared into my cup...
"Well if it isn't the wondering fool of Piney Hollow come to taste my wares.." she said softly as she walked around my table.
I found an interesting pattern in the bottom of my cup. I wondered if it was painted that way or just natural. Our Creator made us able to close our eyes and mouths and hold our breaths but short of sticking fingers in our ears and humming we can't shut our ears. So, not being deaf and not wanting to be obviously ignoring her by sticking my fingers in my ears and humming, I quickly thought of something to say. "Good-day, Melody" said I, not looking up, crimsom painting my ears. Never look them in the eyes.Avoid the eyes.Avoid the eyes.Don't let them see your fear.
Silence...Hah, I fooled her...no wait...it is a trap...she is not moving and I can feel her staring at the back of my head.
Breath...1,2,3...breath...It sure is hot in here. I glanced at the fireplace. It wasn't even lit.
My hand shook as I held my tea cup, and I prayed she didn't notice my fear or even smell it. I have never been more frightened in my life. Even when the ghost of Old Man Griffy sat down beside me and lit my pipe for me. I saw my life of freedom being swept away down the raging river of Melody. Wait...I mean the raging river of life.
Hmmm...Swimming in Melody...lying on her shores, drinking deep from her waters, having her...What am I thinking? Another shudder of fear ran in waves down my spinless spine.
What I feared most of all was being caught, trapped like a rabbit in a poachers snare, in marriage. 300 years I lived my life flitting from flower to flower, tasting the sweetness of the buttercups but never diving in. Until the buttercups turned to nettles and started talking to one another and wondering when I would settle down and with whom and then arguing who should "set me straight" then who would want to settle for me...even my mother was a part of this...I was my own gnome. My good human friend Paracelsus said it well..."alterius non sit qui suus esse potest" or for you fine friend "let no man that can belong to himself be of another" that's my motto...
Her hand moved to my shoulder and ran across my back softly touching my neck making every part of me tingle. My back stiffened and so did a few other things, stupid trick knee, my foot kicked the table. I think she could straighten the knots on a hangman's noose. She leaned close to my left ear and wispered "I've got more for you out back...." then it felt like she flicked my ear with her tounge.
Okay, I am a normal gnome and have normal appetites, I did what any male would do in the same situation...I looked her in the eyes and fell into her river. I closed my gaping jaw and saw the beautiful twinkle in her eyes and the promises of love fulfilled and wanted more. She clasped my hand and drew me to the back and out into the evening air.
The stars shone brightly and the moon was full and she asked me "Do you love me?"
Drawn into her eyes I said "Yes, and I will love you forever...""Would you take me as your wife?" She asked, looking at me with that fire in her eyes...consumming my very soul.
In the back of my mind a voice said "STOP!!!...THINK!!"It faded as my passion strangled the voice to stillness."Yes" I said. Eagerly reaching for her."You do?" she asked sweetly blinking her long eyelashes."Yes, I do" I said breathlessly looking at her full wet lips.
She looked away, bashfully stepping back, then head high and shoulders back showing all her beauty, she said "I want you to know I would do this for no one but you."
I eagerly reached with my arms and stepped forward... when she said loudly.."Did everyone hear that?"
A chorus in the dark replied "Aye, the parson agrees..Yer hitched."
It has been 400 years since that day and I never have forgotten it. Marriage is wonderful and Melody is in my heart. My fears were baseless and I am a better gnome for it. I have found that love is a sweet tasting fruit that never loses it's potency. I also know that I still crave it as much as breathing.
Anyways, to quote Paracelsus "All things are poison and nothing is without poison, only the dose permits something not to be poisonous."

Sleep Deprivation in Adults-Disorder

Sleep is an ellusive thing...especially if you have children..(i'll finish this later..my children have moved away and now i can get some sleep.) heheheh.

Mess Gnome and Creatures

Gnomes....

Gnomes are little people who live in the woods....

Ok here is how it goes down. See I am a gnome, and I am in a little trouble right now.

There I was minding my own business after visiting my cousin. Really, I only stayed a little while drank some summer wine and told a few good stories and sang some bawdy songs my grandfather taught me. Some thing about a maid and walking down the lane to meet a lad...anyway it was later than usual and
I had to get home, so I said my goodbyes and headed into the dark night.


Now i'm not one to be afraid to walk in the dark and Gnomes are known for our good night vision. It must have been the wine that gave me that careless feeling and having less caution than i normally have that got me into this frightful position.

I live in an area filled with the most wonderful creatures and also some of the most evil and deadliest. Tonight it was one of the evil and deadly kind of creatures...Ogres.....

Ogres stink and have terrible manners as well as eat all kinds of horrid things, even each other. We gnomes seem to be a favorite snack...too small for a meal but we must ease the digestion... This rarely happens but i have heard stories that would shake you to your marrow.

Well, i'll tell you. It was frightening to not notice a foul creature such as a ogre sneaking up on a person such as myself. Imagine my surprise that i found myself not with one but a whole tribe out looking to do great evil in the land.

I remember the holidays as a child searching for the hidden piece of candy in the house with my 13 brothers and sisters and all my cousins and being the poor soul who found it and the pile of bodies as all tried to get it for themselves.

I was caught in the fist of a filthy beast, the pile of bodies on top of me was overwhelming, as was the stench...finally a calm settled as the largest and strongest of the beasts beat a few heads in and claimed me as his prize...

"IT MINE" grunted the largest, while not the leader, he was the most feared.
Raising his fist, shaking it and me, high into the night air.

"I EAT IT AFTER MEAL" he said mostly to himself. Grabbing a large dirty sheet he bundled me up like a cookie in a hankey and dropped me to the ground.

Why did i ever leave my cousin tonight? I could have had a warm bed and only a slight headache in the morning...

I started thinking again, the night air and the fright had finally cleared my head.
"Ok", I thought, "what do you have to get out of this fine mess?"

Inventory: Two Coppers
A River Rock
One Button that came lose from my shirt
Lint
Aunt Minerva's little fire stick....

Hmmmm....It just might work....

I wiggled and squirmed until i got my hand free and the stick was in my hand...Aiming was important in this one... I found my target and let fly with my magic. BOOOMMMM. It was done.

I had time to work free while the Ogres were preoccupied with the change of events. I heard a general rustle of movement toward where my magic had found it's mark and the beat of fists on iron and a yell of rage that quickly turned to shouts and then cries that rose in earnest pleas.

I couldn't help but laugh just a little for the turn of events as well as some slight pity for the poor soul.

Aunt Minerva is a kindly old gnome that loves me dearly but is a little daft. She has always feared that i will come to a bad end and starve to death. I find her concern quite endearing but her help a little bit off... I could use a wand that gave me money or conjure food. That would be quite practical but that was not what i got....She had the oldest gnome in the forest create a wand that could not be lost(i missplace things alot) and would bring a fire and cookpot to where it was pointed. It sounded good in theory....but reality is really twisted....Old Man Thomas was a little hard of hearing. When she said she wanted a cookfire for my house that would last a hundred years.... he heard it quite differently.

I have a semi useless wand that creates a giant cookfire with an ironpot as big as a house that can cook 100 STEERS.

I can't get rid of it.

As I ran as quick as i could away from the noise, i could hear the smack of lips in anticipation of a fine meal for ogres. i imagine that the fire under the pot was getting pretty hot by now and the largest ogre knew without a doubt he was the supper for the rest of the dinner party.

mmmmmm.....PIE....

Pie...
Apple,Cherry,Pumpkin,Peach,BlueBerry,Blackberry,Raspberry,Sweet Potato, Strawberry,Elderberry,MinceMeat,Rhubarb(not a favorite),Pecan,Buttermilk,Lemon,Key Lime,Chocolate Pudding,Banana Split, and any other flavor you can think of.

I like pie... It has brought many pleasant memories, changed strangers into friends and even got me a job once.(more about that another day)

I'm not talking about the pie served at McDonalds but a real pie made by someone who can cook with love. Pie can be awesome. Food is a social event to gather (hungry) people together. What can be better than a group of hungry people cutting a slice of pie from the whole and eating a piece.

Pie is the ultimate.

We all like the first piece.
There is nothing like the picture of a uncut pie.
I like to go back for seconds.
Juicy on the inside.
We like to lick the plate and nibble at the crust.
Tastes better with cream.
Any size will do, but the bigger the better.
We can eat it anytime...morning, noon or night.
I like to try new flavors.
I've been known to have eaten two pies at one time.

...it's all about the pie....



The world is a better place with pie in it and in me.


Next Blog....Little Gnome Facts and Fiction....

Well, First a few simple words...

Cat
Dog
Pig
Boy


Duh....

Well, here goes some silly nonsense...

I have just started this for the deep intellectual thoughts occuring in my head. Sometimes they actually make some sense. I usually have bursts of great ideas and dreams that are suddenly dashed to dust by the misfortunes of life. That's when the real fun begins, I like to make fun of them to distract myself from total dispair. Being a man causes one to internalize his feelings until they leak out somewhere else, you see it in the news all the time.(Read the Headlines...most are about men who have lost it.

I feel that it can be controlled by massive doses of Prozac and/or a glass of milk and a cookie.
Don't laugh..

Don't pick on the advantages of cookies...Don't tell any Scientologists either....they might set Tom Cruise after the Keebler elves...

Real Men don't cry...we swallow our tears and to keep them from causing us intestinal problems we MUST eat cookies...with or without milk,coffee or any preferred beverage. To soak up the tears.... It is a scientific fact reproducible in the lab...drop off a box and see what happens...the majority of women will turn away, eating a celery stick and shaking their head, a man on a strict diet will go for the cookie forgoing the celery every time, except when his significant other is watching. In a large group of men all will at least take one, being sure to leave one for every man.

Men know what happens when the tears aren't soaked up...They read the paper...

While not adkins friendly, it is an important part of a man's diet...

mmmmmmm

COOKIES!

Then next blog will be the advantages of pie and it's effect on society...