Archives de mars 2014
Typically, I prefer to work with and interact with my subjects, rather than snap shots of them without their knowledge. I feel like it might invade their privacy in some way if I take their photo and then walk away without speaking to them.
One thing I would like to start doing is making portraits of complete strangers that I pass in the streets. I sometimes pass by people that have such interesting looks, that I later wish I would have stopped to speak to…
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People hate Facebook for almost the same reasons they hate the DMV. They’ve become a de-facto license provider for content and contacts with friends and this is even before we get to the privacy issues. After all, you can’t drive to see your folks or drive to a political rally by car without a license. The act ( driving ) and the means ( car ) require special access now that enables said privileges and, to my eye, much the same as commenting on a blog post or seeing your family and friends.
The act ( commenting ) and the means ( site ) require special access as well. The major difference, of course, is that the Department of Motor Vehicles is a government institution and Facebook is a convenience institution. Both have dubious records keeping private records private; one due to incompetence and the other due to profit.
Plenty of sites E.G. Quora and Scribd make Facebook the…
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In November, I met the amazing Ragen Chastain at a conference. She was the keynote speaker and blew the minds of college health professionals about Health at Every Size. During one of her talks she explained that many people are currently experiencing a « bad breakup with exercise. » That phrase was a gift to me – I finally have the words to describe my fraught and complex relationship with exercise.
I was never an overly active kid. I loved to read, play with plastic dinosaurs, and find salamanders in the woods. I hated gym class. I did not like sports. Nor did I like hiking or cross-country skiing, my parents’ favorite activities. Once I hit puberty my body became soft and pudgy and my dislike of physical activity was no longer just a personality trait – it became a flaw. It became an indicator of my laziness and bad attitude…
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Before I had a baby, I was completely oblivious to the insane number of choices I would be forced to make as a new parent. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, an innocent Google search on « birthing options » (try it if you don’t believe me) left me awestruck and somewhat terrified at the seemingly endless multitude of options. Would I opt for the epidural or would I go natural? I could even get real crazy and go for a pudendal block, narcotic pain relievers, or nitrous oxide. What birthing philosophy would we subscribe to–Lamaze? Hypnobirth? Bradley? Alexander (I could be making these up right now and you probably wouldn’t know the difference)? Midwife or OB? Birthing center or hospital? Water birth? Should we bank the cord blood? Do people really encapsulate their placentas?!
I got so wrapped-up in making choices for the labor and delivery…
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