Saturday, March 29, 2008

In the beginning...

for $130! Sold!

Why I photograph what I photograph

It's too trite to say I see something other people don't. It's also trite to say I have such-and-such photograph which proves I was somewhere. Photography is so, well, ethereal it's almost impossible to describe it.

I just think, when it comes to what I see and photograph, I document what I was told never existed, and I document what I wasn't supposed to see. Somehow it's a badge, depending on the photograph.

Like I was lied to, somehow.

Then again, sometimes I think I photograph merely because it's a "bonus" for having been made fun of for wearing glasses (FOUR EYES!)

Condi Rice|Natal Chart


Jupiter conjunction Saturn
mid-March 2008 – mid-November 2008
A New Freedom

During this time you will confront your own inhibitions and self-restrictions, as well as the restrictions placed upon you by circumstances. You may wish to break free of them in order to enlarge your scope of activity, so you can go places and do things that you have never been able to do before. On the other hand, you may choose to grow within the structure of restriction in your life, using that very structure to enlarge your life. It can go either way, depending very much upon your temperament. And neither way is better as a general rule. It depends entirely on what is appropriate in terms of your own life. If you respond by trying to break free, you will begin to feel very restless. Events and circumstances will make it clear that you have neglected much that must be done, and the structures of your life that have held you back will seem intolerable. You can no longer accept barriers such as responsibilities that you have put up with for years, onerous duties or perhaps a built-in fear of breaking away from the established order. Consequently, if you react in this way, this is often a time of breaking away and leaping out into a new freedom. This is often accompanied by a change of job or residence or the breakup of relationships. And however catastrophic these changes seem to others, they are usually quite fortunate and allow everything to work out for the best. If you respond in the second manner, you will also seek to expand your life and find new freedom, but for a variety of reasons you will not overthrow the structures of your life in order to do so. Instead you will seize every opportunity to build new structures and expand the already existing order. For example, if you are in business, you might use this time to expand in a careful and cautious way. You will not overextend yourself, and whatever you build up now, either in yourself or in the outer world, will be lasting.

Condi Rice|Natal Chart


Natal Transit|Now

Friday, March 28, 2008

Not in my lifetime.

would I ever have the opportunity to answer the phone, and speak with this woman, calling in for my boss. 

I do come from a world where something like that is "something!" in a WTF kinda way.

Grace note.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Frozen genius.
Irving Penn.


you just feel empty.

It's the big disconnect.

And that was today.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Liar! Liar! Your pantsuit's on fire!

Hillary, how many bullets did you dodge?

And what the FUCK is up with "I mis-spoke?"

That's called A FUCKING LIE.

Captain Fantastic's Brown Dirt Birthday!

Monday, March 24, 2008

The Disappearing Birthday.

How many boots?

That terrible knock at the door...

Been there, had that done to me.


This is an extensive article which NEEDS to be read by as many people as possible. Yeah, it's annoying to have this much space in a blog taken up by ONE article. People won't bother with the "click-thru" to the NYTimes (this source of the article) so I'm presenting the entire article here.

This was done to me, repeatedly, for some 12 years, through two grammar schools and one high school (all three, it's worth noting, were parochial – Catholic – schools) but that made no difference.

And I can still remember both the first and last names of all involved.

And I'm reminded of "that" every time I go for an eye exam:

when did you tear your retina?
Oh, that? Seventh grade when D**** L****** pushed me to the ground, and the left side of my face hit the sidewalk.

Now I drive daily past a bricked-up public school, and see the sign, some 35+ years later:


Yeah. Right.

March 24, 2008
A Boy the Bullies Love to Beat Up, Repeatedly


All lank and bone, the boy stands at the corner with his younger sister, waiting for the yellow bus that takes them to their respective schools. He is Billy Wolfe, high school sophomore, struggling.

Moments earlier he left the sanctuary that is his home, passing those framed photographs of himself as a carefree child, back when he was 5. And now he is at the bus stop, wearing a baseball cap, vulnerable at 15.

A car the color of a school bus pulls up with a boy who tells his brother beside him that he’s going to beat up Billy Wolfe. While one records the assault with a cellphone camera, the other walks up to the oblivious Billy and punches him hard enough to leave a fist-size welt on his forehead.

The video shows Billy staggering, then dropping his book bag to fight back, lanky arms flailing. But the screams of his sister stop things cold.

The aggressor heads to school, to show friends the video of his Billy moment, while Billy heads home, again. It’s not yet 8 in the morning.

Bullying is everywhere, including here in Fayetteville, a city of 60,000 with one of the country’s better school systems. A decade ago a Fayetteville student was mercilessly harassed and beaten for being gay. After a complaint was filed with the Office of Civil Rights, the district adopted procedures to promote tolerance and respect — none of which seems to have been of much comfort to Billy Wolfe.

It remains unclear why Billy became a target at age 12; schoolyard anthropology can be so nuanced. Maybe because he was so tall, or wore glasses then, or has a learning disability that affects his reading comprehension. Or maybe some kids were just bored. Or angry.

Whatever the reason, addressing the bullying of Billy has become a second job for his parents: Curt, a senior data analyst, and Penney, the owner of an office-supply company. They have binders of school records and police reports, along with photos documenting the bruises and black eyes. They are well known to school officials, perhaps even too well known, but they make no apologies for being vigilant. They also reject any suggestion that they should move out of the district because of this.

The many incidents seem to blur together into one protracted assault. When Billy attaches a bully’s name to one beating, his mother corrects him. “That was Benny, sweetie,” she says. “That was in the eighth grade.”

It began years ago when a boy called the house and asked Billy if he wanted to buy a certain sex toy, heh-heh. Billy told his mother, who informed the boy’s mother. The next day the boy showed Billy a list with the names of 20 boys who wanted to beat Billy up.

Ms. Wolfe says she and her husband knew it was coming. She says they tried to warn school officials — and then bam: the prank caller beat up Billy in the bathroom of McNair Middle School.

Not long after, a boy on the school bus pummeled Billy, but somehow Billy was the one suspended, despite his pleas that the bus’s security camera would prove his innocence. Days later, Ms. Wolfe recalls, the principal summoned her, presented a box of tissues, and played the bus video that clearly showed Billy was telling the truth.

Things got worse. At Woodland Junior High School, some boys in a wood shop class goaded a bigger boy into believing that Billy had been talking trash about his mother. Billy, busy building a miniature house, didn’t see it coming: the boy hit him so hard in the left cheek that he briefly lost consciousness.

Ms. Wolfe remembers the family dentist sewing up the inside of Billy’s cheek, and a school official refusing to call the police, saying it looked like Billy got what he deserved. Most of all, she remembers the sight of her son.

“He kept spitting blood out,” she says, the memory strong enough still to break her voice.

By now Billy feared school. Sometimes he was doubled over with stress, asking his parents why. But it kept on coming.

In ninth grade, a couple of the same boys started a Facebook page called “Every One That Hates Billy Wolfe.” It featured a photograph of Billy’s face superimposed over a likeness of Peter Pan, and provided this description of its purpose: “There is no reason anyone should like billy he’s a little bitch. And a homosexual that NO ONE LIKES.”


According to Alan Wilbourn, a spokesman for the school district, the principal notified the parents of the students involved after Ms. Wolfe complained, and the parents — whom he described as “horrified” — took steps to have the page taken down.

Not long afterward, a student in Spanish class punched Billy so hard that when he came to, his braces were caught on the inside of his cheek.

So who is Billy Wolfe? Now 16, he likes the outdoors, racquetball and girls. For whatever reason — bullying, learning disabilities or lack of interest — his grades are poor. Some teachers think he’s a sweet kid; others think he is easily distracted, occasionally disruptive, even disrespectful. He has received a few suspensions for misbehavior, though none for bullying.

Judging by school records, at least one official seems to think Billy contributes to the trouble that swirls around him. For example, Billy and the boy who punched him at the bus stop had exchanged words and shoves a few days earlier.

But Ms. Wolfe scoffs at the notion that her son causes or deserves the beatings he receives. She wonders why Billy is the only one getting beaten up, and why school officials are so reluctant to punish bullies and report assaults to the police.

Mr. Wilbourn said federal law protected the privacy of students, so parents of a bullied child should not assume that disciplinary action had not been taken. He also said it was left to the discretion of staff members to determine if an incident required police notification.

The Wolfes are not satisfied. This month they sued one of the bullies “and other John Does,” and are considering another lawsuit against the Fayetteville School District. Their lawyer, D. Westbrook Doss Jr., said there was neither glee nor much monetary reward in suing teenagers, but a point had to be made: schoolchildren deserve to feel safe.

Billy Wolfe, for example, deserves to open his American history textbook and not find anti-Billy sentiments scrawled across the pages. But there they were, words so hurtful and foul.

The boy did what he could. “I’d put white-out on them,” he says. “And if the page didn’t have stuff to learn, I’d rip it out.”

Natal + Transits

On the shoulders of Bush
Patriotism v Bloodshed

The Bush Legacy

Sunday, March 23, 2008

An intriguing arrangement...


Anonymous said...


I think I got it!

And on the third day...

The OTHER 10 Commandments.

Black Party Bad Boys Club Top 10 Rules

1. Don’t talk about Bad Boys Club. Never blab to the media or non-members about what you witness at Black Party.
2. Bring some sort of pack for all of your gear. For a tip, coatcheck staff will let you retrieve anything from mouthwash to sunglasses for the bad boys’ Walk of Shame.
3. Change into your gear at the venue. Slip into jeans for the Morning Music, when you’ll really be moving. Don’t be shy about changing in front of everyone.
4. Take your primary-care physician’s business card; one piece of nonessential ID with home address and home phone; dollar bills for tips; and a pin-access-only ATM card.
5. Check your coat with your wallet, credit cards, driver’s license or passport, keys, cell phone and camera.
6. No matter how well lubricated or rested you are, an 18-hour session can exhaust even the toughest brute. Arrive early for the harder, driving music; early morning for a prettier set.
7. No booze after 4am or before noon Sunday, so keep your strength up with free soft drinks, apple juice and water, plus free coffee, milk, sugar and cookies.
8. Scout out the medics station, usually to the right of the stage.
9. Establish your territory on the dance floor with landmarks for wandering buds.
10. If you’re bringing someone back to brawl at home, make sure to introduce him—or them!—to someone you know before leaving.