I received my New York magazine in the mail today. I like the magazine. The articles are short, and modern. On page 32, I started reading Only the Men Survive, The Crash of Zoe Cruz By Joe Hagan
Recently, I received a call from the Human Resources Director and my boss, also a Director, for an impromptu meeting. I supposed it was about my first annual salary review and the expected raise and bonus - which was running a couple of weeks late. After a short discussion, I was walked to the door. Actually, I was escorted by the Director and two rather large gentlemen to my office - to collect my stuff - and then on to the elevator. I was let go, paid till the end of the month. Not bad, I suppose, but still a shock. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone, not even the four people that worked for me or the other five in the department. Though, I did get to say goodbye to the Director.
Recently, I received a call from the Human Resources Director and my boss, also a Director, for an impromptu meeting. I supposed it was about my first annual salary review and the expected raise and bonus - which was running a couple of weeks late. After a short discussion, I was walked to the door. Actually, I was escorted by the Director and two rather large gentlemen to my office - to collect my stuff - and then on to the elevator. I was let go, paid till the end of the month. Not bad, I suppose, but still a shock. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone, not even the four people that worked for me or the other five in the department. Though, I did get to say goodbye to the Director.
Bob Edwards was having a talk with Errol Morris.
Radio: a medium which transcends time and space to impassion involvement.
I chose to listen - become involved.
Let's just say that Bob Edwards is interesting enough.
Add Errol Morris to the discussion keeps me in the car after I have parked.
This action gets you into all sorts of trouble. Well, trouble of the nice sort.
More stuff to read and look at.
One gem is The Fog of War
The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara
Radio: a medium which transcends time and space to impassion involvement.
I chose to listen - become involved.
Let's just say that Bob Edwards is interesting enough.
Add Errol Morris to the discussion keeps me in the car after I have parked.
This action gets you into all sorts of trouble. Well, trouble of the nice sort.
More stuff to read and look at.
One gem is The Fog of War
The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara
Photography describes the world around us. A reflection. An imprint. A memory. Thoughts. My photographs portray the usual stuff from my point of view. My photographic direction is to use cameras of the 50's to describe the visual world as seen though the photographic eye of, give or take, fifty years ago. Was their vision different. No. Yes. I expect is was.
We can only approximate the past. We really cannot go back into the past and think their thoughts. Even if we traveled back into the past we could not feel their feelings. Times were different. As were the cameras.
This is a good comparison. I like to say that we are all smart enough to figure this oxymoron out on our own. Make our own conclusions. This is the art part - the feelings part.
Therefore, to see the world today in the photographic eye of fifty or so years ago.
We can only approximate the past. We really cannot go back into the past and think their thoughts. Even if we traveled back into the past we could not feel their feelings. Times were different. As were the cameras.
This is a good comparison. I like to say that we are all smart enough to figure this oxymoron out on our own. Make our own conclusions. This is the art part - the feelings part.
Therefore, to see the world today in the photographic eye of fifty or so years ago.
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January 2008
