The thing about printing your photos, is how it changes your perception of your own work, it changes your belief in the work itself. Knowing it’ll be seen by others, is breaking a barrier. Its willful exposure of ones self, in the hopes that I connect with an audience at my own level. Its nerve-wracking.
I keep saying to myself that I need to write more, and yet I don’t.
An event happened this week, a sizable personal life event occurred, for now, it’s not important as to its nature, because I think it would cloud thoughts going forward, so bear with me.
I’m thinking as I’m writing this, a stream of consciousness as it were…
I can’t, unfortunately, type as fast as the narrative goes, in my mind.
“..next time, stick around, don’t be afraid to engage with him, in a general way, and if he asks (why are you taking so many pictures), you can tell him its a study of life on the street, and that he happens to be a perfect fit, for part of it.
This way you can build a relationship with him, and trust, and you will get astonishing images worthy of note, as long as you maintain a core vision of how the symmetry of the elements work together in the frame, then your images will fucking explode.”
Puzzling and unexpected.
Two boys. Brothers. Formative years.
Horseplay in the waiting room, I’m not paying attention.
I heard a sound. I don’t know what it was.
My mind does.
That puzzle piece is a root trigger. Deep and legacy.
A localized, cool breeze forms over thoracic. Cold. Instant.
Waiting for the event. Waiting for the ambush. Waiting for the violence.
V is for violence. It is purple on my right and navy on my left.
I’ve been using the internet since 1991. I’m not the generation that built it, but I am the generation that took it from obscurity to fruition.
In 2014 I cut back on my use of social media, primarily because I felt that the very fabric of the internet was starting to ‘guide’ me in a direction, whatever that direction was I didn’t know, but I didn’t like it. I actually really don’t come here that often now. I create and stock, or post, I contribute but don’t partake, I have too many other things on my mind to pay attention.
Twitter, to me, was always a bullshit platform, I still think it is. In the beginning, it was people talking about what they were doing at that moment, just rubbish, typing to be heard. Now, it’s that and more of it in cumulative voluminous chorus of pure unmitigated liquid shit.
Anyone who thinks Twitter is a powerful news media platform is off their rocker, simply and plainly, we are not journalists.
Pick a minstrel, and they will play to, or for their audience. You put a hundred people in a room and the dynamics will form eponymous groups
The first thing you learn in a conflict zone is there is no truth, that goes out well before boots hit the ground or even the first fist is raised, let alone bullets or Molotov’s. Truth was shoved out the door before the show even started.
Regionalized information delivery is 100% against what the internet was raised to be.
Proper news information delivery is journalism, and that comes with context, perspective and contrast; two or more sides of a situation delivered within the parameters of context and with ethics, backstory and overview. Yes the journalist is skewed, intrinsically, but the journalist is the brightest computer fueled by conviction, compassion, empathy and had human experience, which as yet, has not been emulated by machine, but is in danger of being swallowed by the tsunami of white noise, grey noise, black noise, brown noise, noise, or, as Navy personnel call interference, which all comes with agenda and skew.
What is real? Where is the middle ground?
Where are we?
Remember who you are.
Who are you?
Happy to see a class action lawsuit against Apple for its recent beligerance towards their iPhone customers.
Oh it so irritates me when those Mac Geniuses tell you that there’s nothing wrong.
I had a serious problem with my IPhone 4, and had to have the battery replaced by an semi-authorized service centre when I was in India. Later, back in the U.S. a Genius told me that they wouldn’t touch my phone now because it hasn’t been serviced at an Apple store. Explaining my situation, the guy didn’t seem to give a toss, and so a conversation with his supervisor who told me point blank, that their batteries never degrade, prompting me to ask if they had somehow found the secret to miniaturized perpetual motion.
I ended taking apple to the small claims court and won the right to the repair cost and the BS of dealing with people who are under pressure from higher ups to fob off anyone with pesky questions. Needless to say the phone died a few weeks afterwards because mysteriously a capacitor was weakened during the battery replacement. None of which is provable and so Samsung got a new customer until the iPhone 6 came out.
IOS 11 definitely made my 6+ dredge slow, but it was already getting slow before the update, taking 8 minuets too hard reboot. I would have preferred if they could have given us the possibility of rolling back to an older OS version, while keeping the security updates. I don’t see how that is not possible.