February 2008
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I have to admit, my musings about “the vast wire service in the cloud” the other day did stem from some sense that the job I’m training for just isn’t sustainable. This article eloquently argues that as soon as digital technology touches a thing, its marginal cost drops to zero. And while I have no doubt that there will always be a role in our society for the tellers of...
To be proud of America
Anti-war protest on 20 March 2003, the day after the invasion of Iraq. I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to state this: for a long time, the right wing in America characterized Democrats, liberals and progressives as having disdain for their own country. Immediately after the events of 9/11/2001, I remember there being a good 24 to 48 hours in which that all went away. But then...
Barack Obama in line at McDonald's
Barack Obama: Hi, can I get a number 10 meal with fries and an iced coffee?
Drive-thru voice: You can't get that with coffee, it comes with a soft drink or a bottled water.
Obama: Yes we can.
Drive-through voice: Come again?
Obama: We're coming upon a defining moment in the history of this great nation. So many things that once seemed impossible seem now to be within our reach. So as you stand there and say that we cannot have iced coffee, I say, "Yes we can."
Not quite liveblogging, but...
I brought my laptop to the Obama rally. Around my neck, easy, left a hand for my camera and another to shade bright lights. After the speech I grabbed sidewalk wifi and posted three quick JPEGs. No toning, just the BASIC half of RAW+BASIC. With only reserve battery to run on I did a quick edit and emailed these shots to my blog.
Walking back to my car now, people behind me are still crying out...
Politics, hope and humanity
Yeah, yeah, I know. More words on the photo blog. But like I said, sometimes I get moved and I can’t help myself. Because after all the rancor died down — rancor that I was a part of, I confess — I watched the debate tonight. And I was moved, I suppose, because I know what it feels like to watch the thing you want more than anything else slip away before your eyes. It’s a crappy...
You make your choice, you cast your lot, and you learn to live. All that over a...
– Me, to a Starbucks barista in North Campus. He was talking about my indecisive choice of beverage. I was, it would seem, talking about something else.
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Superdelegates are not second-class delegates. The real second-class delegates...
– Joel Ferguson, co-chairman of Hillary Clinton’s Michigan campaign. Thanks for clearing that up, Joel.
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The ones we [ha]ve been waiting for...
I don’t often write letters to politicians. And this isn’t even a letter to a politician, it’s addressed to the “web site suggestions” link. But after having wrote it, I figured hey, why not paste it here. If anything it’ll showcase the fact that sometimes, I get waay too wrapped up in the English language. Hi. I’m an enthusiastic supporter of Senator...
more politics
Listening to the Hillary Clinton camp, the bar keeps moving higher and higher. Earlier in the evening Obama’s wins in Washington and Nebraska didn’t mean anything, they said, because the caucus format favored him. Later in the evening, Louisiana didn’t count, they said, because he was going to win there all along. They’re already saying the same thing about Tuesday’s...
Polaroid closes remaining film plants →
It’s a sad day. I started shooting Polaroid Type 55 large format film about this time last year. Polaroid’s closing of all their film plants means the end of all that.
a song for the shuttle
The space shuttle is taking off right now. Summers back, I wrote a poem on the occasion of the launch; never shared it proper. And since I started the tumblr blog to share things quickly, here it is. Life burns before me with the sun’s own heat. It fills me with joy, yet I keep such poor reminders: sly ink and devious pixels beg the eyes forget what the soul knows. Hours later, in a...
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
– Barack Obama, in Illinois, or, an ancient Hopi proverb; either way, it feels right.
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Ever since the Mexico trip, I’ve been wearing this dog-tag my sister made me. I don’t know why I’m wearing it. But I’m not taking it off.
Processing film. Agitation time!