Monday, May 4, 2009


Did everyone at some point in time when they were kiddos get their ass handed to them on a paddle by their parents? My Mom's weapon of choice was a wooden spoon. And, of course, I would run away wailing and flailing my arms and legs all over the place, screaming child abuse and swearing I would NEVER spank my children..when I grew up. Well, now I am a Mother. And I have an "all boy" 2 year old son who every now and again feels the sting of my palm. And it works. He straightens up, and knows I mean business. At what point was it decided that a spanking was abuse? Granted, there will always be the people with problems who like to take it a step further and step over the line of discipline, and ends up actually abusing the child. But - perhaps it is just my raising - but if a kid is disrespectful, out of line, or making a scene, I would say it is time for a swift kick in the butt. Apparently David Nixon, the recent principal in a South Carolina school full of troublesome, agrees.

Before Nixon took over "John C," student behavior had gotten so bad that one teacher described it as "chaos." She eventually quit in disgust, pulled her own child from the school, and moved to a different one 45 minutes away. John C is located in a rural stretch of South Carolina near the Georgia border where all but one of the major textile plants have closed, and where the leading local employer is the school system. Nearly 90 percent of the kids at John C live below the poverty line. When Nixon went to his first PTO meeting, only about a dozen parents showed up at a school with 226 students. He still has trouble reaching many families by phone because they can't afford to put down a deposit on a landline. And yet Nixon has managed to turn John C around. It recently earned three statewide Palmetto awards, one for academic performance and two for overall improvement—the school's first such honors in its 35-year history. Not everyone agrees with his methods, but most parents and teachers will tell you he couldn't have pulled off such a turnaround without his wooden paddle.

Still, the mere fact that it works hasn't made spanking kids any easier for Nixon, who's no fire-breathing traditionalist. He's 31, a brownish-haired beanpole with a soft-spoken but determined manner. Married, with an 8-month-old daughter, he taught agriculture to high-school students for six years but had no prior administrative experience. He studied animal science at Clemson, served as state president of the Future Farmers of America, and raised 50 head of beef cattle on his ranch. In 2006, a family friend called about an opening at John C. The school, he heard, was "kind of in bad shape," but he took the job anyway.

Thirty minutes into his first day of school at John C, a father walked into Nixon's office and said, "I want to give you the authority to whip my son's butt." Nixon was surprised, but after he thought it over, he decided to give every parent the same option. The year before he arrived, students made more than 250 visits to the principal's office; order had to be restored. While suspensions take kids out of the classroom for days, paddling could be done in 15 minutes. "What are we here to do? Educate," Nixon says. "This way there's an immediate response, and the child is right back in the room learning." According to school statistics, referrals to the principal's office have dropped 80 percent since 2006. So far this school year, there's been fewer than 50. "I've had parents say 'thank you for doing this'," says fifth-grade teacher Devada Kimsey. "And look at the behavior charts now—there's nothing on them."

Corporal punishment is still legal in portions of 21 states, including South Carolina, but it is rarely practiced anymore. Most education scholars consider it abusive, helpful only in the short term and even predictive of future violence. "This is not a practice for the 21st century," says Nadine Block, executive director of the Center for Effective Discipline in Ohio. "Maybe for the 18th century. An atmosphere of fear is not going to increase learning. Maybe temporarily. But over time, it does not work."

Nixon's policy does not have universal support at John C. On the permission form he sends to parents about paddling, a few have checked "no." "I was spanked as a child," says Deniece Williams, 36, who has a son at John C. "I want to go a different route." The school's mental-health counselor, Heather Hatchett, is equally concerned. "I'm not crazy about it," she says. "A lot of these kids come from violent homes, and kids see this as another violent act." (Nixon winces when Hatchett's words are repeated to him.) Even Nixon's boss, Abbeville County superintendent Ivan Randolph, is unsettled by the practice. "One has to be extremely careful with this," he says. "If it's not administered properly, it could be abusive."

Yet the majority of parents see Nixon's paddle as a deterrent, not a weapon. (So what is it you're doing at home... exactly..?) "I agree with the policy," says Tim Rhodes, 42, who has two children at John C. "Kids know if they do something wrong, they are punished." In Fran Brown's first-grade class last month, a brown-haired boy spat on a fellow student. Miss Brown strode to her computer, drawing a loud "oooooh!" from the class. She typed an e-mail to Nixon, who came right away. "I don't think it's right for kids to take away from the instructed time," says Brown. After a conversation in Nixon's office, the child was paddled at home. Parents are given the option of spanking their child themselves; on rare occasions, they come to the school and use their own belts.

John C isn't as bustling as typical elementary schools. The hallways are hushed as kids move wordlessly between classes, lined up single-file on the right side of each hallway, though they do bop and sashay in muted, youthful excitement. A severe budget crunch means the school will almost certainly have to let some teachers go. Still, John C is in much better shape than the state's woefully underfunded schools from the 2005 PBS documentary "Corridor of Shame," or the Dillon, S.C., school President Obama cited as needing repairs to block out the sound of passing trains. John C, with its sliced tennis balls on the ends of chair and desk legs, is shopworn but pristine.

Nixon has instituted many reforms over the last three years, and he's leery of focusing too much on paddling as a "fix-all." "The best form of discipline," he says, "is praise." He brings pizza for classes that perform well on tests, and he's plastered the teacher's lounge with statistics on each student's performance. In March, he held a school pageant, where boys and girls dressed in their Sunday best and did twirls onstage, with hundreds of parents giggling and snapping pictures.

But all the improvements, says fifth-grade teacher Karen Bass, were built on Nixon's bedrock of discipline. Bass was the teacher who left with her child years earlier. She returned when an administrator told her, "You should come back. It's different now." Bass says she likes her job so much she doesn't use her vacation days. "I'm oh so very pleased," she says. "And I can say that with full confidence because I've been other places."

Kids at the school say the paddle definitely makes them think twice about acting up. Asked if he's afraid of it, second-grader Nathan Hoover says, "Yes! It really hurts." The policy, he explains, is three strikes and you're struck. "I know if I got [paddled at school]," Nathan says, "my mom would whip me, too." Hoover's mother says she would give Nixon permission to paddle her child—parents only get the form if their child commits a major offense—but she's relieved that corporal punishment is only a "last resort." "Some kids see too much of that at home," Hoover says. They're no longer seeing much of it anymore at John C. According to Nixon, the last time he paddled a student was more than a month ago: March 16, after a fourth-grader swore in the cafeteria. Corporal punishment, it would seem, has worked so well at John C that perhaps the need for it no longer exists. Given Nixon's ambivalence toward the practice—indeed, he would not even allow NEWSWEEK to photograph the paddle—could it be that he's already delivered his last whipping? "I hope so," he says. But he quickly adds that there will always be "new kids who need to learn the limits at school." And one way or another, Nixon will make sure they get the message.

the shadow of Plath.

I know this may be old news for those of us keeping up on such... but I have had the entire situation on my mind for some reason lately. Any Sylvia Plath fans out there? I used to chalk her up with the other "legends" who entered legendary status because of an untimely death... such as, in my opinion, Morrison from the Doors... and I will leave my examples at that so as not to offend any potential devotees out there. I changed my mind about Plath, however, after delving into her life a bit. Thought I would share a little time line of her life with you guys. Interesting to me, but if nothing else, puts my petty probs into perspective.

She was born October 27, 1932 in Boston, Massachusetts. She was the first child of Aurelia Schober and Otto Emil Plath. Three years after Sylvia was born, her brother Warren became her parent's second child. In 1936, the Plaths moved to Winthrop, Massachusetts, close to her mother's parents. Winthrop was also close by the Atlantic Ocean and Sylvia was fascinated by it. During this time, her father, Otto, was diagnosed with lung cancer but he refused to go to anymore doctors. Finally, in 1940, Otto died. Also in 1940, Plath's first poem and first drawing published in Boston newspapers.

Two years later, when Sylvia was almost 10 years old, the family moved away from the ocean- back inland to Wellesley, Massachusetts. In Wellesley, Plath and her brother started school at Marshall Perrin Grammar School. In 1944, Plath started Alica L. Phillips Junior High School and managed to maintain an "A" average. She also wrote poems for The Phillipian, the school's literary magazine. In 1947, Plath graduated from Phillips, and began her legacy of winning scholarships and awards- she won Honorable Mention in National Scholastic's Literary Contest, and is only student in the school's history to earn a sixth letter, as well as an Achievement Certificate from the Carnegie Institute.

In 1947, she also entered high school at Bradford High School. She graduated in 1950, receiving a full scholarship to Smith College. In August of that same year, Seventeen magazine published her short story, "And Summer Will Not Come Again," and The Christian Science Monitor published "Bitter Strawberries, " a poem. In 1953, Plath won the chance to be a guest editor at Mademoiselle magazine in New York. She spent the summer there and upon her return home in late July, she learned that she had been rejected from a writing class at Harvard summer school. She was already depressed and exhausted from New York, and the rejection made it worse. Her mother sought psychiatric help, but all it resulted in was a series of un-professional painful shock treatments. So finally, on August 24, 1953, she tried to commit suicide. She left a note saying she had gone for a walk and preceded to swallow a large number of sleeping pills and then crawled into a small space under her house. She was discovered three days later and rushed to a hospital. To recover, she spent five months at a private hospital called McLean's. This was paid for by Mrs. Olive Higgins Prouty, a generous benefactress of Plath. In 1950, Plath had won a scholarship from the Olive Higgins Prouty Fund and wrote her to express her thanks. Mrs. Prouty responded and continued to be an adviser and friend of Plath throughout college. This period of her life, from New York to the end of her stay in the private hospital, Plath recorded in her book, The Bell Jar.

In 1954, Plath won several poetry contests at Smith College and wrote her honor's thesis on 1955 Dostoevsky's use of "doubles" in two of his novels. She graduated summa laude of her class and ended up winning yet another scholarship-this time to Cambridge University, England. At Cambridge, she continued to have great academic success and in March of 1956, she met Ted Hughes, the British poet. Four months later, on June 16, 1956, Hughes and Plath were married. The newlyweds spent their honeymoon at Benidorm, a small fishing village in southern Spain. In 1957, the couple moved to Massachusetts, where Plath taught English at her old college- Smith College. The next year, Sylvia and Ted moved once again-to Boston. Here Plath wrote and attended poetry classes at Boston University, which were taught by Robert Lowell.

They stayed in America until 1959, when they returned to London, England. The very next year Plath's first child was born. Her name was Frieda Rebecca Hughes. This same year, Plath published her first major work-a collection of poems called The Colossus and Other Poems. In 1961, Plath got pregnant again, but unfortunately had a miscarriage. After this, the family moved to Devon, England.

In 1962, Plath's first son was born- Nicholas Farrar Hughes. Unfortunately, this year was also the beginning of the couple's marital trouble. During the summer of 1962, Sylvia learned of Ted's adultery and they were separated. Plath took the children with her and moved to a flat in London. Here she started to write poems quickly and voluminously. In 1963, The Bell Jar was published under the pseudonym, Victoria Lucas. However, ill health was starting to effect Plath and she said, "I am fighting now, against odds and alone." Although she seemed to be recovering, she even said, "The next five years of my life look heavenly," the "odds" must have overwhelmed her. Sylvia Plath lived just long enough to see The Bell Jar in print...

On February 11, 1963, after carefully sealing the kitchen so her children would not be harmed, Sylvia Plath took a bottle of sleeping pills and stuck her head in a gas oven. Her downstairs neighbor, knocked out by gas seeping through the floor, believed she had intended him to rescue her when he smelled the gas.

Almost from the day she died, readers and scholars have been faced with the enigma of her suicide in addition to being perplexed and thwarted by her mental illness. Sylvia Plath's unabridged journals lend credence to a theory that she not only suffered from mental illness (probably bipolar disorder) but also from severe PMS. (Seriously... that is an actual diagnosis. Take notes ladies...)

Not long to follow, Ted's mistress Assia Wevill also committed suicide by gassing not only herself, but the young daughter they had together. It is assumed she created a "copy cat" suicide after Ted broke off their affair.

According to the AFP: "Unmarried and childless, the 47-year-old Hughes had recently left his teaching post at the University of Alaska-Fairbanks' school of fisheries and ocean sciences to make pottery in a home studio."

On March 16 of this year, Plath's son Nicholas commited suicide by hanging himself from his home. His suicide occurs 46 years after his mother's. If you do the math, you can see he was barely even one when his mom stuck her head in the oven, leaving behind a poetic legacy for both scholars and artsy wannabes to marvel over for centuries. Left behind is Frieda, daughter and sister, who has witnessed the suicide of her mother at the age of 3, the death of her father from cancer, and recently her last link to the Plath family, her brother. She is a painter and

    Poppies in October

    Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
    Nor the woman in the ambulance
    Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly--

    A gift, a love gift
    Utterly unasked for by sky

    Palely and flamily

    igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
    Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

    O my God, what am I
    That these late mouths should cry open
    In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.

    --Sylvia Plath

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Narcissism Epidemic

This is an AMAAAAZING article - empowering to all ladies. Perhaps even to that handful of charismatic Y-chromosomes out there worried about their sisters and future daughters.

Coincidentally, I have been working on a similar idea for an outside class. This stole all kinds of my thunder. But, it is written better than what I would have come up with - even if it is written in complex form with "deep" vocabulary.. (that, Mr. Wascovich, is for you... ahem.) It is discussing the narcissism epidemic that has blanketed the youth, and how everyone is so focused on being "special" at whatever cost, and in turn cheapening the meaning of whatever special is all together.

Growing up, my literary heroines were those who, like me, struggled to be good. A strong-willed (and loud) child, I craved examples of unruly knuckleheads tethered to a loving family that encouraged us to be our best selves despite our natural inclinations. Precocious but naive, I thought of myself as an ugly duckling—misunderstood in my youth but destined for a beauty and stature completely impossible for my loved ones to comprehend. I shudder to think what a monster I would have become in the modern child-rearing era. Gorged on a diet of grade inflation, constant praise and materialistic entitlement, I probably would have succumbed to a life of heedless self- indulgence.

Perhaps, one day, we will say that the recession saved us from a parenting ethos that churns out ego-addled spoiled brats. And though it is too soon to tell if our economic free fall will cure America of its sense of economic privilege, it has made it much harder to get the money together to give our kids six-figure sweet-16 parties and plastic surgery for graduation presents, all in the name of "self esteem." And that's a good thing, because as Jean Twenge and W. Keith Campbell point out in their excellent book "The Narcissism Epidemic," released last week, we've built up the confidence of our kids, but in that process, we've created a generation of hot-house flowers puffed with a disproportionate sense of self-worth (the definition of narcissism) and without the resiliency skills they need when Mommy and Daddy can't fix something.

Indeed, when Twenge addressed students at Southern Connecticut State University a couple weeks back, their generation's narcissism was taken as a given by her audience. The fact that nearly 10 percent of 20-somethings have already experienced symptoms of narcissistic personality disorder, compared with just over 3 percent of the 65-and-over set? Not surprising. That 30 percent of college students agree with the statement: "If I show up to every class, I deserve at least a B"? Didn't get much of a rise either. When they're faced with the straight-out question—do you agree with this research, that you guys are the most narcissistic generation ever—there are uniform head nods and knowing grins to each other. "At the end of the day I love me and I don't think that's wrong," says Sharise Tucker, a 21-year-old senior at Southern Connecticut State, a self-professed narcissist. "I don't think it's a problem, having most people love themselves. I love me."


But as Twenge goes on to illustrate, all that narcissism is a problem that can range from the discourteous—residential advisers at Southern lament students disregarding curfews, playing dance music until 3 a.m., demanding new room assignments at a moment's notice and failing to understand why professors won't let them make up an exam they were too hung over to take—to the disastrous—failed marriages, abusive working environments and billion-dollar Ponzi schemes. Seems that the flip side of all that confidence isn't prodigious success but antisocial behavior.

Armed with a steady influx of trophies just for showing up, "I Am Special" coloring books and princess parties, it is hard for kids to understand why an abundance of ego might be bad for them. Hot off their own rebellions in the late '60s, my parents struggled to give me the freedom to be me while also teaching me generosity, compassion and humility. I didn't make it easy on them. I was the kind of kid who threatened to drink Drano if asked to load the dishwasher. "Don't get cocky, kid," was the response from my dad when I declared my grades too good for my behavior to be monitored. "Pretty girls are a dime a dozen," my mother would remind me when I came up with the brilliant idea that school was getting in the way of my social life. My mom would also trot out fables to keep me in check. Ever read the original ending to Cinderella? The evil stepsisters get their eyes plucked out by pigeons and end up beggars. But it worked, mostly, and "Don't believe your own bulls––t" became my mantra. Of course, I still hate to be told what to do, dislike following rules and will waste hours trying to get out of the simplest household task; but hey, I'm a work in progress.

But no matter how you were raised, the handiest cure for narcissism used to be life. Whether through fate, circumstances or moral imperative, our culture kept hubris in check. Now, we encourage it. Pastors preach of a Jesus that wants us to be rich. The famously egocentric wide receiver Terrell Owens declares at a press conference that being labeled selfish is fine with him. Donald Trump names everything he owns after himself and calls his detractors "losers." We live in a world where everyone can be a star—if only on YouTube. The general sense among students on that New Haven campus is that with the world being such a competitive, cutthroat place, they have to be narcissists. Well, you may need a supersize ego to win "America's Next Top Model" or to justify your multimillion dollar bonus. But last I checked, most of our lives don't require all that attitude. Treating the whole world as if it works for you doesn't suggest you're special, it means you're an ass. As an antidote to a skyrocketing self-worth, Twenge recommends humility, evaluating yourself more accurately, mindfulness and putting others first. Such values may seem quaint, maybe even self-defeating, to those of us who think we're special, but trust me: it gets easier with practice.

Monday, April 20, 2009

HIV flop

So for those of you who caught it from previous blogs, I get pretty passionate during conversation concerning out war soldiers and veterans. This hit home for two reasons, one because my Dad is among the veterans and my brother is about to venture into the borders of Kabul and Pakistan so these things catch my eye... and two because just this morning I found out that my photo made the olympus america photo contest finals... and they are directly involved in the incident...

Three patients exposed to contaminated medical equipment at Veterans Affairs hospitals have tested positive for HIV, the agency said Friday.

The three cases included one positive HIV test reported earlier this month, but the VA didn’t identify the facility involved at the time.

The patients are among more than 10,000 getting tested because they were treated with endoscopic equipment that wasn’t properly sterilized and exposed them to other people’s bodily fluids... wow. That is devastating...

Vietnam veteran Samuel Mendes, 60, said he was surprised to learn of an HIV case linked to the Miami facility, where he had a colonoscopy. He was told he wasn’t among those at risk.

“I was hoping and expecting to not get anyone contaminated like that,” he said. “It’s probably a little worse than we thought.”

The VA also said there have been six positive tests for the hepatitis B virus and 19 positive tests for hepatitis C at the three locations.

There’s no way to prove patients were exposed to the viruses at its facilities, so says the agency...

“These are not necessarily linked to any endoscopy issues from out facilities and the evaluation continues,” the statement said.How many endoscopies would these patients get at one time? Are you kidding me?!

The VA has said it does not yet know if veterans treated with the same kind of equipment at its other 150 hospitals may have been exposed to the same mistake before the department had a nationwide safety training campaign.

An agency spokeswoman has said the mistake with the equipment was corrected nationwide by the time the campaign ended March 14. The problems discovered in December date back more than five years at the Murfreesboro and Miami hospitals.

The VA’s disclosure Friday was the department’s first comment since April 3, when the VA reported the one positive HIV test.

VA spokeswoman Katie Roberts has declined to provide any details on how widespread the problems might have been other than saying a review of the situation continues.

She said in an e-mail Friday that “there is a very small risk of harm to patients from the procedures at each site.” She said the HIV results “still need to be verified” in additional tests.

The VA statement shows the number of “potentially affected” patients totals 10,797, including 6,387 who had colonoscopies at Murfreesboro, 3,341 who had colonoscopies at Miami and 1,069 who were treated at the ear, nose and throat clinic at Augusta.

More than 5,400 patients, about half of those at risk, have been notified of their follow-up test results, the VA said.

The Friday statement said the VA is “continuing to notify individuals whose letters have been returned as undeliverable, and working with homeless coordinators to reach veterans with no known home address.”

The statement also said the VA has assigned more than 100 employees at the three locations to “ensure that affected veterans receive prompt testing and appropriate counseling.”

All three sites used endoscopic equipment made by Olympus American Inc., which has said in a statement it is helping the VA address problems with “inadvertently neglecting to appropriately reprocess a specific auxiliary water tube.”..holy crap. I just made finals in their contest... hmmmm. Ironic.

Charles Rollins, 62, who served three tours in Vietnam with the Navy from 1966 to 1969, said the news concerns him because he’s used the Augusta ear, nose and throat clinic several times.

“That’s terrible,” he said by phone as he socialized at an American Legion post in Augusta.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

they published what?

So I decided to venture away from the normal New York Times news, and thought I would see what local newspapers are publishing. Then, I was reminded why I don't read the News Telegram....



"Massive stuffed gorilla flies out of truck"

John Bray is looking for the person who lost a massive gorilla on Blatnik Bridge in Duluth.

Bray says he was driving across the bridge Thursday afternoon when a huge stuffed brown stuffed animal flew off the truck in front of him. Bray says it flew up 50 feet and came down in the middle of the road.

He says he pulled over and traffic stopped. He then shoved it into the back of his sports utility vehicle and brought it to his office. He's a spokesman for the Department of Transportation.

Bray says it was a funny incident but someone could have been seriously hurt. He says the driver is required by law to have a load tied down, but he or she won't get a ticket.




Yea. It made the paper. yyyeeEEEEEHHHAAAaawwww!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Obama what?

While Obama was in Strasbourg, France, on the eve of a Nato summit meeting there, he was also up for two British Book Awards in London. On Friday his “Dreams From My Father” took the biography prize, but he lost author of the year — he had been shortlisted for “The Audacity of Hope” — to Aravind Adiga for his novel “The White Tiger,” which also won the Man Booker Prize last year. Other British Book Award winners included Kate Summerscale for her mystery “The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher: A Shocking Murder and the Undoing of a Great Victorian Detective,” best nonfiction book and book of the year; and Stephenie Meyer, for her “Twilight” series book “Breaking Dawn,” children’s book of the year.
I wonder how much he wrote himself, in all seriousness. It would be nice to know that during all of his shenanigans he had time to write it…
I also would love to know how much this award was weighed on the actual word of, as my dad calls him, Obie.

attack of the clones..



a day in the life of me....


half of it anyway.





Self struggles:
Do I take it or dish it back? Do I let it out or hold it in? Major inner struggles for the majority of mankind - emotional ventilation, sexual frustration, introverted vs extroverted anger, coping by giving in or coping by pretending it’s okay… a few of many.
So the question is...are you in pink, or are you in black? And are you happy being that color?




Wish my thumb drive asn't such a jerk - I had to convert the files to jpeg so it would read at the print shop. It muttled up the images a bit, lost alot of detail. Gotta do what ya gotta do I suppose... *grunt*

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

yay for good tunes.


So the European classical pianist Christopher O’Riley paired up with Shostakovich to jet out some radiohead – inspired tunes at the Miller Theatre on Friday – news that is exciting to me, since the three components are all amazing musicians. They say that the physical attractions were a bit overbearing at best, and took away from the music. Disappointing, in my opinion nothing more is needed in such a well selected tri-style from these guys. Bringing a serious and intense to Shostakovich’s melodies, O’Riley also paired his radiohead do-overs with his art-rock band inspirations to create, I am sure, a profound presentation. Radio head covers such as of “Motion Picture Soundtrack” and “Paranoid Android” were among the hits the two musicians arranged in an new fashion, while still bringing the classical twist to the scene. *sigh* wish I could’a been there…

Monday, March 23, 2009

CT Scan Art - does this have a 'soul' mode?



Talk about an over achiever – The once art professor at the Visual School of Arts in Manhattan, Satre Stuelke is now a third year medical student. (This about as ambitious as my goal to learn fifty million languages before my the end of my existence - particulary Latin...) While up to his elbows in his med school responsibilities (no pun intended, *snicker*) Stuelke has developed a new and seemingly interesting strategy (and recently questionable) art form using a CT scanner. Stuelk scans items rarely thought of as ineresting or beuatiful, and color codes the different densities of each object. His most noted work thus far has involved toys, food, and electronics. He inclines his viewers to “diagnose cultural objects, finding ominous or surprising details within them.” (Love that!)

What was it that my Mother always cited to me when I came home upset about a jerk, "beauty is only skin deep, dear." How cool would it be if there were a magic tool such as this, that scans a person and ultimately reveals their “inner beauty” – Shallow Hal style. The cruel eye candy across the globe wouldn’t be able to hide behind all that jazz. (Not that beautiful correlates with malice, nor does cruelty require attractiveness… but for some reason it is this vain type that irks me more than the other varities) What would “ass hole” or “vindictive” look like, anyway? Thinking outside of the Hollywood idea of pretty+cruel= indisputable ugliness with the Hal-vision set to ‘on’… but maybe really crazy creepy visuals, like death and gross and bleh and… yyeeeaa. Yea that would be interesting, eh? This is where I put down my 3rd cup of coffee, refrain from even trying to proof read this, and attempt to return to the sea of “study” I was drowning in before my article break.


Direct Article link: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/24/science/24scan.html?_r=1&hp

Thursday, March 19, 2009

takin' care of our best...


If you go to the homepage for the Veteran Affairs, you will see in bold writing:

MISSION
The mission of the Department of Veterans’ Affairs is to provide assistance to Nebraska’s veterans and their dependents in acquiring county, state, and federal benefits to which they are entitled by virtue of their service to this country.


The New York Times recently announced:

"Under withering criticism from veterans and Congress, Obama Wednesday abandoned a proposal that would have required veterans to use their private health insurance to pay for the treatment of combat-related injuries."

Well that sure is nice of him. Especially since most of them rely 100% on the VA for their medical needs, and have no private health insurance. The only reason this particular subject gets me edgy is because I’ve watched my Dad go through the ringer with his health issues and injuries he sustained from the Vietnam War. Agent orange, Shrapnel, and PTSD are only three of the grounds for treatment my Dad seeks after fighting as an army ranger in Vietnam for 19 months.


In a recent letter to the president, the American Legion and 10 other veterans organizations denounced the proposal as “a total abrogation of our government’s moral and legal responsibility” to treat service-connected injuries and illnesses.


Lawmakers of both parties said the proposal would have made it more difficult for some veterans to get affordable private health insurance for themselves and their families.
“Pushing combat injuries onto personal insurance plans could make service to our nation a pre-existing condition,” which could then be used to validate the denial of private coverage.
After reiterating the importance of generating universal and feasible health insurance for all Americans as a top priority, Obama denied the proposal.

Veterans groups thanked the president on Wednesday.


Thanked him, eh? I am sure they were completely diplomatic, but I wonder what the veterans were really thinking. I know what my Dad would have said…

“Thanks for not takin’ away my right to free and full health care for fightin’ for this country when you were still shittin’ yer britches, Obie!” (In fact, I am pretty sure he yelled something along those lines at the T.V from his recliner about 2 hours ago.)

I wonder if that would have made the session in writing…

The plan was initially deemed “necessary” as it was proposed to save the United States more than $500 million a year. Putting it in such a simple expression does make it sound quite appealing, but not so much after taking a look at a few statistics.
* There are currently 24.3 million veterans alive in the united states that are eligible for VA benefits, and only 11% of them receive disability.
* 48% of veterans currently covered by the Dept of VA are ACTIVE DUTY… what are the chances of re-enlisting if they are unable to provide health care for them or their families?
* Average annual amount paid to veterans or survivors under disability compensation benefits: $9,811 – Now, I will be the first admit I am not very educated on this subject, but I know for darn sure that $9,811 annually isn’t alone enough to keep a disabled person above water. How much more could you take away?

Best quote from the entire article:
“Our budget cannot be balanced on the backs of our nation’s combat-wounded heroes.” Damn straight Bob Filner

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Something interesting I found while digging up on some statistics. Not relevant to the insurance proposal dropped, but fascinating none the less:
Wounded-to-killed ratio*
* Global War on Terror (Iraq, Afghanistan and surrounding areas) 16:1
* Desert Storm/Desert Shield: 1.2
* Vietnam: 2.6
* Korea: 2.8
* World War II: 1.6
* World War I: 1.8

Notice out of the 6 wars listed here, the ‘Global War on Terror’ is the first that the killed soldier ratio is not greater than wounded.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

the list of randomness

In no order... (and probably no sense)

1. People watching is one of my things
2. I am addicted to lip gloss and chap stick
3. 4 siblings in my family, and each of them is one of my by very best friends
4. I got an associates in theatre, then started all the way over
5. I am equipped with a sewing machine, and know how to use it
6. My hair is naturally curly
7. I work from home doing medical forms – for now. It is repetitious and dull, but pays the bills.
8. I was born in Grand Junction, Colorado and miss it quiet often.
9. My mom has webbed feet, and I think it freaking rocks.
10. I was a fashion design major for a while, but quickly grew thin of the ridiculous expectations in the field.
11. My Dad (step father who has raised me, and is in every sense of the word, my Dad) has emphysema, and has been tough to swallow
12. I was raised around horses, and learned they can be the best of companions.
13. I lived in Kearny Nebraska for a while
14. When I was in Philadelphia I got to write for a local music/fashion magazine. Some of the best times of my life.
15. When I’m stressed, a bubble bath and a slushy margarita calm me down
16. I love tranquil, rainy days the best
17. When I lived in Marysville, Kansas I rode a hot pink bicycle absolutely everywhere
18. Embarrassingly, in the 8th grade I was the Delta County Rodeo Queen. (But I got a free saddle out of the deal, so it wasn’t so bad. Except for the terrible sequence blouses I was forced to wear.)
19. I posses the terrible habit of cracking my knuckles – fingers and toes.
20. I can drink milk with any meal. Yes – any.
21. I hate, hate, hate hand washing dishes. I’d rather fold a mound of laundry.
22. I like the smell of a car’s air conditioner when it is first turned on – weird, eh?
23. My Favorite treat is ripe, sweet Clementine orange. Mmmm.
24. I read to much
25. I have a dog named Nikko (from the velvet underground J) She is a mixture between a miniature dachshund and chihuahua. She keeps out the bad folks.
26. My favorite flowers are tulips
27. I am the second oldest out of the four kiddos
28. My older brother just got deployed to Iraq, and I spend a better part of my day thinking about him.
29. If I had to live my life doing an office job, I’d croak.
30. My main two outlets are running and writing.
31. When I was 7 I rolled off of my bunk bed in the middle of the night and cracked my right collar bone in two. It still pops if I move it just right…
32. Coffee fuels my soul
33. I am allergic to jalapenos, major.
34. Sage green is my favorite color in almost any situation.
35. I always wanted to learn to play the violin…
36. When I was a kid, I just knew for sure I wanted to be a zoologist. Then I had my first algebra and physics classes…
37. I was the maid of honor is a wedding once, and fell down the stairs during the ceremony walking to the front. Hands down, most embarrassing moment of my life. Made a GREAT video though J
38. I have a particular twitch when I get too nervous – I will let you figure out what it is on your own.
39. At times, my passionate nature gets me in trouble.
40. I started collecting comic cards with my two brothers when I was a kid, and then was the only one of the three to continue the hobby past the age of 12. I have a few that are probably worth enough to pay for the rest of my college….
41. I worked as the alterations manager at David’s Bridal for a while. Talk about experience.. if you can deal with bride-zillas and their even more rampaging mothers, then you can handle just about anything.
42. My biological father and Mom split up when I was about 6 – he is what some of you would call, a “douche bag.”
43. I do not have satellite or any kind of cable hooked up at my place, for no other reason than I just don’t enjoy it as much as the much more affordable and mind stimulating act of reading a book.
44. Nothing has forced me to see and find myself, like becoming a parent has done.
45. I absolutely love the sound of leaves crunching and crackling under my feet, particularly in fall when the leaves are extra crisp.
46. If I believed in reincarnation, and got to pick the animal I returned as (aside from being a human again, of course) it would be a coin toss between an eagle, or horse.
47. I don’t exercise as much as I feel I should.
48. I had an Uncle Ronnie who, when I was about 8, died after eating himself into a diabetic coma. When they found him, he had candy wrappers all over his bedroom floor. That was a pivotal moment in my life, forcing the realization that death is, in fact, not brought on by God (whatever name you may know him by) slapping you with his magic time wand because “he wants you hanging out in the clouds with him.”
49. I was, as I said in class Monday, raised by a hard core conservative Catholic mother, and the issues concerning that upbringing has been a monumental inspiration for many of my writings, art pieces, ideologies… (the list continues but here is where I stop typing)
50. I have only been stung by a bee one time in my entire life, though stinging insects freak me out more than other scary creatures, like snakes or rodents.
51. I have extremely vivid, abstract dreams almost every night, and I love it.
52. I am open to all kinds of music, though the only one I just can’t make myself sit down and listen to is rap.
53. Before I die, I am going to have attended the Bluegrass Festival in Telluride, Colorado at least once.
54. My ancestry is almost equally divided between a German and Jewish heritage… peculiar, eh?
55. The smell of cig smoke that sticks to a person after they smoke in a confided area really makes my tum tum quiver.
56. My weakness when it comes to food – mozzarella sticks dipped in ranch. Mmmm.
57. I hate the way my hands smell after shopping and handling metal clothes hangers.
58. I have dry eye disease. Egk. Pretty much, my eyes don’t create enough moisture on their own. Hence me hardly ever wearing contacts.
59. I was a dental assistant for about a year. I worked for a great doc, but staring down mouths all day wasn’t my thing, so it was back to school I go. (again…)
60. I have a tattoo… sshhhhh
61. I have a horse named Zeus , he’s a flea bitten grey (white with little speckles) and he is getting old. The day he dies will be a sad sad day. He rocks.
62. I know what I am going to school for… but I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. There isn’t enough time in one lifetime to do all the things I feel like I am supposed to do.
63. I am usually pretty mellow and laid back, with a sarcastic twist
64. I do all I can to surround myself with vibrant, open-minded, optimistic people who challenge and shape my ways of thinking in what I consider, the right direction.
65. My weapon of choice – words.
66. I have dark black bob tail cat named Alexander the Great. I call him Zander for short, and ironically got him this past Halloween. When he meows, he sounds like he is whispering. He’s a sweetie.
67. Sometimes I speak before I sort out the “appropriate” phrasing or edit ideas in my mind, and my bluntness gives the impression that I am rude. *shrug*
68. I have a total soft spot for kiddos in rough situations. I bend in ways I didn’t know I could in order to help them, fully aware that being taken advantage of is a possibility.
69. Cheesy zombie flicks are super fun
70. I absolutely love to use a single, genuine smile to transform a total strangers entire day or attitude. Try it, it’s fun.
71. Willow trees, to me, are absolutely beautiful. When I eventually find that one place I want to grow old, I will plant one there.
72. The smell in the air right before it rains, aahhh how I wish I could capture that in a little bottle and keep it for whenever I wanted it.
73. I would rather be outside.
74. Geology intrigues me, and I wish there was a living to still be made in fossil digging. I’d so be that chick.
75. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a mermaid so damn bad. Not because Walt Disney made them look hot, or because they are glued to all of the little girl fantasy stories along with fairies and princesses, but because I wanted so bad to be a part of a different world without being a martian. Or maybe a Jupiterian. *second shrug*
76. I have the compulsive need to touch things – in stores, outside, books, textures, everything. Well, almost everything. I don’t fondle the public toilet or anything...
77. It’s been said that the most beautiful form is a naked woman’s body. I always thought it was a naked a tree… leafless with every curved and twisted branch revealed, reaching upward. I don’t know if it is the eerie feel or the appreciation for the natural order and catching a glimpse of them without their skivvies on, but I love it.
78. I wouldn’t say I am terrified of many things. I am open to try just about anything once, within my moral boundaries.
79. I am not a picky/squeamish eater, not even a little. I don’t eat Jalapenos because they close up my throat and causes anaphylactic shock... but with that aside I will try it at least once.
80. I have been known to enjoy a sip or two of good wine…
81. Favorite town on earth (so far) is Boulder Colorado
82. My most anticipated traveling ambition is to voyage all over Ireland. I want to visit every pub, every church, and all the castles during the country’s greenest months. I always thought the most ideal year of all time would be to have the money and the time do spend 12 months going throughout this country, with no responsibility other than writing whatever it is I will be working on at the time and meeting as many new people that would take the time to talk.
83. I get embarrassed for people entirely to easy, and I tend to get wrapped up in what they may be feeling that at times I have a hard time differentiating the feeling as the viewer from the experiencer.
84. I sing oh so loud in my car when I don’t think you can see me. Or more importantly, hear me.
85. I am super ticklish.
86. Dusting, swiftering, and windexing are the three therapeutic cleaning tasks I don’t mind. (Unlike the daunting dish washing.. *shudder*)
87. The most horrifying experience I’ve had up to date happened on a Wednesday morning along I95 on my way to the University of DE for class. A truck and school bus had a nasty collision, and I had arrived a few seconds before the ambulance with their tarps. The visuals still haunt me sometimes.
88. For someone who loves to read and write as much as I do, I am a horrible speller.
89. Historically speaking, ancient Rome, Medieval Ireland, WWII (around the globe), and America’s roaring 20’s all very much intrigue me.
90. One of these days I am going to cover an entire wall of my house in clustered, collaged art pieces – paint, charcoal, color pencils, deco posh, photos, writing – then seal it to keep it safe. I have had this plan for a while… now for those kahoonies…
91. The smell of burp totally grosses me out
92. I have been wearing glasses since kindergarten, and am deemed legally blind without them.
93. I worry the most at night, right before I fall asleep. Then dream about the crap.
94. The movie Braveheart still gets me every time.
95. I am taking my son to Scottish Rite tomorrow. They are going to investigate and try to diagnose an unusual auto immune disease... talk about a nightmare.
96. I wouldn’t physically fight for a lot of things, but I would a million times over for my family.
97. I have only been to jail once, and it was, speak of the devil, due to a fight in high school. A big ‘ole gal started to raise her hand back to hit me (I am still confused as to why to this day) and I beat her to it – with my biology book. I slammed her upward in the nose. I had to sit that one out while she took care of the injury…
98. I was a vegetarian for a long time, then I got pregnant. No time is better for a steak than when you’re prego. I still only eat white meat for the most part now, though. For no other reason than attempting to stay healthy. (Don’t get me wrong, I love the animals and all that jazz… but PETA is a little over the top in my book. )
99. I get super duper car sick if I read while riding in a car. Bleh.

100. Last but not least… the only live thing I have ever shot was an armadillo with my dad’s shot gun. He was ruining my mom’s garden, and when I was visiting from college and about to embark on a little run, I caught 'em! yehaw. I was damned proud at the time. Cheve would have been for sure. I even have a picture I am going to hunt down and attach to this...
mmmm - morning hair and pitch fork for effect. That morning rocked.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

questions questions questions

1. Name, phone #, and e-mail:
oooh, I'm sure my number is written in a stall somewhere...
email is audrey_c_w@hotmail.com

2. What’s your major? What year will you graduate?
I am a Literature major, and the tunnel has no light yet. I will have my bach this time next year, and if it all goes to plan, I should have my PhD in 2012. Damn... that seems like forever put in those terms...

3. Why did you choose a photography class (or photography as a major), and what do you hope to learn from school in general and this class specifically?
I have taken just about every other form of "art" at other universities, and have not attempted photography yet. Thought it seemed like something challenging to try, and that I would enjoy it.

4. What are your goals after graduation? Please list your goals in reverse order, starting five years out, then three, two, one, and six months.
5 years after graduation - Maybe working on my first book... half way to a tenure? Who knows. As long as I'm living and loving what I'm doing, I'm going where it takes me.
3 years after graduation - have a stable job at a University somewhere, with a house being built on an amazing plot of land full of trees and miles away from any highway. Maybe another tot or two? *shrug*
1 year after graduation - Hopfully staying afloat while paying back crazy student loans. I hope to have a job doing what I love, the time to read more from my list. Compiling ideas for books...

5. What artists, musicians, photographers, writers, movies, books have influenced you/your work?
Twain,
6. Where do you get information about current national and international events?
nytimes, msn

7. Are there any important websites that you are referencing for art/photo competitions and/or information?
just google and the nytimes

8. What museums and/or galleries have you been to in the past year? I got to see the Body Preservation Exibit at the Museum of History in dallas a year and a half ago, that was amazing.

9. Have you had any photo projects and/ or training in the past?
not in photography, no

10. What is the value of art for the artist?
Depends what kind of value you are talking about. Personal value, I would say is whether or not it expresses whatever they are trying to convey in a style all their own. Then of course there is career/achievment value, whether or not it is "good enough" to be bought, sold, and displayed.

11. What is the value of art for the audience?
Once again, depends on the audience. Over all, though, I would hope it (an audience) consideres originality, execution, emotional impact, a new approach at controversy... etc

12. Is photography a vocation or an avocation?
Well, for me it is an avocation. Hopfully for the many photo majors in the class it will be their vocation.

13. What is your passion?
add an -s and I can answer acurately. My son, reading/writing, using my hands to create (in all of its many forms). all of which are better if I can be outside while doing/enjoying them.

14. What are you afraid of? What makes you uncomfortable?
an uninvited person in my "bubble", mistakes from the past, and worrying whether or not I've "got it in me".

Monday, March 9, 2009

aged vs dumb dumbs - the procreation recipie for the unintelligent

So, some scientists decided to get together and research whether or not children's cognitive developments and levels are in any way correlated to their father's age. Turns out that the older the father was at the time of conception, the worse the children scored on the test scores. (Thank you doc's, one more reason men will be found readily unavailable during their child-seeking mate's procreation peaks...) The researchers analyzed the scores of 33,437 children who, as part of the project, had been tested at regular intervals in a variety of cognitive skills, including thinking and reasoning, concentration, memory, understanding, speaking and reading, as well as motor skills. Now, the most astonishing part of this article was, to me, the fact that they nonchalantly recorded the following information:
Fathers in the study were age 14 to 66, while mothers were 12 to 48.
14 and 12? How many 14 and 12 year old parents were they able to conjure up? Aiy yai yai.
Anyway - Here's to you dudes, nothing wrong with making little minie-yous past the age of 40, just don't go hoping for a little rocket scientist. :)
kidding. kind of.
here's the entire article:

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Classy Trash, or Trashy Class?

A few I did myself.






















immediate family






Sally Mann. <3



































"Mother and Child"

Elliot Erwitt is the man behind the camera of this amazing photograph, titled "Mother and Child." This inspired me to attempt to capture some up close Mommy and son time.












Levey, hooo!

















Patti Levey is a nude self portrait artist who uses edgy props and positions to ask questions, particularly focusing on politics and womens self image. She's balsy, more so than me. So I used to trash heap props she uses throughout an entire collection to emulate...






















phobia zone



Larafiarie chooses to portray her claustrophobia (and other fears) within her pictures. Trying to capture fear and phobia in a portrait has proven to be quite difficult.





Here's a few of my best attempts...
















Saturday, March 7, 2009

my "must read" list continues to expand...


Aahh, the sweet news. Elaine Showalter has single handedly created yet another work that has been added to my “list.” She has constructed an enormous novel titled “A Jury of Her Peers: American Women Writers From Anne Bradstreet to Annie Proulx.” In an upbeat and energetic fashion, Showalter describes the work of our many past influential (and sadly some long-forgotten) female writers and poets that together created the foundation for a vast amount of our American Literature. Showalter was a professor at Princeton for over two decades, and actually taught the author of the NYTIMES article I have gained this information from.
The part that excites me the most is the fact that, though she refers to this book as a literary history, she is more focused on the impact each writer had on the development of women’s rights or feminist themes. (I know, you read “feminist” and you think of butchy women and picket signs, though that is not at all what the original idea set out to portray. It the most vague explanation, it is the belief that women should have equal political, social, sexual, intellectual and economic rights to men in a time when they were bound to child bearing and floor scrubbing while holding zero jurisdictions concerning their own futures.) She does not dwell on whether or not fame or fortune their works brought them, but if it posed a question – begged for change. (Thank you Betty FriedanJ)

Anyhoo, sounds like a kick ass read. Here is the link to the article if any of you are just about to explode from all of this literary excitement…

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/08/books/review/Roiphe-t.html?_r=1&ref=books

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

and the winner is... number 16


Welp, good 'ole honest Abe's 200 birthday was last week. He must have done SOMETHING amazing in order for an entire country to continue his birthday celebrations... two centuries later. In class on Monday Wasconich posed the question, "why is he America's favorite president?" Coincidentally, an article was posted in the NYTimes last week, documenting a society that... dresses up like Lincoln? They are known as the Association of Lincoln Presenters, and spend all year preparing for Presidents Day. They are known as the "19 Lincolns" and take extreme measures to each resemble our 16th president as accurately as possible. Kinda creepy.


The photographer that was hired to take their portraits asked them why they chose Lincoln to imitate, and their answers varied from "It helped me to find myself, becoming Lincoln helped be give up drinking" to "I wanted to share with the wider world my admiration for Lincoln's moral character." I think we should designate a day in which we are each required to show up to class, completely dressed up as the figure in history that "moves" us. I was so be Queen 'lizzy.


I did a little more reasearch as to why Lincoln is admired so. Here are some reasons I cam across:


* The very foundation of Democracy within the United States was defined by Abraham Lincoln as “government of the people, by the people, for the people"


* He left the nation a more perfect Union by ensuring that Federal authority superceded State sovereignty


* also remembered for his great ability at oratory and the 13th amendment to the U.S. Constitution.


changed the course of American history, being remembered best for his introduction of the Emancipation Proclamation which freed all slaves within the Confederacy and changed the civil war from a battle to preserve the Union into a battle for freedom.


* It can truly be said that Lincoln was directly responsible for the maintenance of the Union of the States which he passionately believed was essential to the continuance of the American nation.


* Lincoln never wavered in adherence to the principles he firmly believed in though he adapted and changed policies in the face of changing circumstances and experience to obtain his goals.


I would add that he had a rockin' beard.


Here is some interesting info on other presidents I came across...


* George Bush was ranked 36th out of the 42 men who had been chief executive by the end of 2008. (Nice.)


* After Lincoln, academics rate George Washington, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Theodore Roosevelt and Harry Truman as the best leaders overall.


* Rated worst overall were James Buchanan, Andrew Johnson, Franklin Pierce, William Henry Harrison and Warren G. Harding.



Holy Northanger Abbey!


So how many of you were forced to read "Pride and Prejudice" in your early school years? Now don't get me wrong, I am pretty nerdy for books of all kinds (as depicted in every one of my portraits..) but that book was awfuly uninteresting to me... even as a female (I couldn't imagine reading that book as a middle school boy) who gets off breaking apart themes, analyzing ideologies, and the art of complex syntax (I know. I need an easier button, eh?) So what would have to happen to make this novel interesting enough to read without a gun to your head? Apparently, adding a zombie/monster twist.


The New York Times documented that Quirk Books recently announced the publication of “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies,” an edition of Austen’s classic juiced up with “all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie mayhem” by a Los Angeles television writer named Seth Grahame-Smith. The book starts off, “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.”

Love it.

Then, as if that wasn't astonishing enough, last week it was announced that Elton John's Rocket Pictures is in the midst of a project titled "Pride and Predator", in which the alien from the 1987 "Predator" plays a lead role in the Bennet family. (Would be so much cooler if they brought Arnold into the mix... "AAaAaAHhHhHhH! GeT tO dA' ChooOoPa'!")

Next year, Ballantine Books will publish Michael Thomas Ford’s novel “Jane Bites Back,” in which Austen turns into a vampire, fakes her own death and lives quietly as a bookstore owner before finally driving a stake through the heart of everyone who has been making money off her for the last two centuries.
So, I'm thinking that I am going to invest in this fad of convoluting the super natural with the classics. Here is my list up to date:
"The Alien-Apes of Wrath"
"The Undead Soldier"
"The Lord of the Fiends"
"A Beast In the River"
"A Portrait of the Artist as an Alien"
"The Call of the Warewolf"
"The Age of Invaders"
"Apparition Animal Farm"
And lastly, "Wise Blood: A Vampire's Guide to Creative Cooking"

Monday, February 23, 2009

The "Must Know" List

Wascovich listed a few people during class on Monday that we should get to know. Here is a little something about these fine folks...



John Gossage:

This American photographer was born in 1946 in Staten Island, NY. He became interested in photography extremely early, and now photographs places and sites that tell an everyday story: paths worn through abandoned tracts of land, corners where debris collects, markings on a wall, a table after a meal. By asking us look at what we have misplaced or abandoned he brings us face to face with the present as it becomes history. I would assume Gossage is an influence in Wascovich’s work and interests, as common themes are present in the work he has done at the toxic waste sites.


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Art Sinsabaugh:






From New Jersey, and made his big break in 1961 after creating images with an enormous view camera that produced 12 X 20 inch negatives. Using this format, he then created similar pieces of American locations, such as Chicago and Baltimore to farms and deserts. Sinsabaugh was one of the first photographers to finish his work in small editions, usually not more than three prints at a time. Because of this, his exhibitions are rarely seen by the public.





"At some point I became aware of the unbelievable infinite detail on the horizon; this is what drew my attention. So I set about to pursue the distant horizon." -- Art Sinsabaugh (1924-83)


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William Klien:




As a photographer and film maker, Klien insisted that his models “act”, and never “pose”. His innovations have not only been technological, but a philosophical element is considered to be consistent throughout his images. His street style opened an enormous door into the realms of fashion photography.



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Robert Heineken:






Robert Heineken uses technically sophisticated photographic methods to mingle erotic images with visuals from TV and advertising. He takes an interest in the audiences' ability to respond to images without necessarily knowing how they are created.













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John O’reilly:

Using razor blades, paper clips and an old Polaroid camera, O'R
eilly has constructs visual passion plays and elaborate fantasy scenario. O'Reilly produces aesthetically dazzling, thematically rich body of work that addresses issues of sexuality, creativity and self-definition. By piecing together Polaroids of himself with pictures from family photo albums, beefcake shots from porn mags, and reproductions of paintings by the likes of Vermeer, Corot and Degas, O'Reilly reflects upon his own experiences as a gay man drawn to disparate cultural traditions. "I love the clash of pornography with the righteousness of a beautiful masterpiece," he says, adding that he relies on magazines for his hunky subjects because "I'm too embarrassed to hire models to pose for the photographs."






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Chuck Close:















Painter, photographer and printmaker. His work is based on the use of a grid as an underlying basis for the representation of an image. This simple but surprisingly versatile structure provides the means for "a creative process that could be interrupted repeatedly without…damaging the final product, in which the segmented structure was never intended to be disguised." It is important to note that none of Close's images are created digitally or photo-mechanically. While it is tempting to read his gridded details as digital integers, all his work is made the old-fashioned way—by hand. While a painting can occupy Close for many months, it is not unusual for one print to take upward of two years to complete. Close has complete respect for, and trust in, the technical processes—and the collaboration with master printers—essential to the creation of his prints. The creative process is as important to Close as the finished product. "Process and collaboration" are two words that are essential to any conversation about Close’s prints.




(The color pic to the right is a self portrait)





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Gary Winnogrand:



Winogrand was known for his portrayal of American life in the early 1960s, Many of his photographs depict the social issues of his time day and in the role of media in shaping attitudes. He roamed the streets of New York with his 35mm Lecia camera rapidly taking photographs using a prefocused wide angle lens. His pictures frequently appeared as if they were driven by the energy of the events he was witnessing. While the style has been much imitated, Winogrand's eye, his visual style, and his wit, are unique. Winogrand died of gall bladder cancer in 1984 at age 56. As evidence of his prolific nature, Winogrand left behind nearly 300,000 unedited images, and more than 2,500 undeveloped rolls of film. Some of these images have been exhibited posthumously and published in an exhibit catalog entitled Winogrand, Figments from the Real World, published by MoMA.


Two quotes of his that I love:
" A photograph is the illusion of a literal description of how the camera 'saw' a piece of time and space."
"Photography is not about the thing photographed. It is about how that thing looks photographed."


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Sally Mann:
Sally Mann was born in 1951 in Lexington, Virginia, where she continues to live and work. She received a BA from Hollins College in 1974, and an MA in writing from the same school in 1975. Her early series of photographs of her three children and husband resulted in a series called “Immediate Family.” In her recent series of landscapes of Alabama, Mississippi, Virginia, and Georgia, Mann has stated that she “wanted to go right into the heart of the deep dark South.” Using damaged lenses and a camera that requires the artist to use her hand as a shutter, these photographs are marked by the scratches, light leaks, and shifts in focus that were part of the photographic process as it developed during the 19th century. Mann has won numerous awards, including Guggenhe
im and National Endowment for the Arts fellowships. Her books of photographs include “Immediate Family,” “At Twelve: Portraits of Young Women;” and “Mother Land: Recent Landscapes of Georgia and Virginia.” Her photographs are in the permanent collections of many museums, including The Museum of Modern Art and the Whitney Museum of American Art in New York, and the Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington, D.C.



Ps- I think her work is absolutely amazing. She has taken the king of the mountain as my new favorite.



Maybe this is the photograph that Wascovich was thinking about when he sawAmelia's shoulder showing? How cool is this picture?! The kid in the back out of focus on stilts so so great.. I want this picture framed in my home. Hey, you! Girl! Don't you know cig's bring out ugly in a gal?!
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Photo-Eye



You gotta check this out! The main page gives you catagories to chose from, like books or galleries, mag's or newsletter feeds, etc. Under Gallery, I discovered Carl Burton. How absolutely amazing is this picture!? You should give his stuff a looksie, the colors are fab.