Paul Ages

Great thanks to Paul’s sister, Mary, who keeps part of her eye on her brother through this blog, for sending me this image. He did ask for you upon his return, asking that I tell  you where he was at. His surprise that I had informed you that he was incarcerated at St Albans, lacked understanding of our relationships: yours and mine; his and mine; and the power of blogs.

Photographers, especially documentary/portraitists look at their work in search of increased understanding of individual people, as well as the human race, in general. That is quite a span in which to find a focus. Every portrait forces me to look at the person, an exercise which can start with the easiest question, like where was this shot made or when and why. But, at some level, I just look at the portraits, knowing they have recorded a life living.

So, he spent 31 days in jail. What a waste. “Nothing much to do there,” he said. Missed the Labor Day Weekend in Burlington. People on the street said it was for a failure to appear; others said his public presence and sanitary practices posed a problem. He had built up a series of unspectacular violations of the public order and couldn’t or didn’t show up in court to answer them. He went in, because there are only  a few ways the system can respond to uncooperative citizens who disrupt the peace in the main urban glen in Chittenden County.

Still complaining, he returned to the spot where he hangs, starting the same cycle of present life again, and continuing to age. Yeh, they pick on you. Yeh, you have been underserved. Now what? It be getting cold, again. “Hey, yunno, there aren’t a lot of people walking down this street. Getting more difficult to make a living out here.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

David II Be Wrong

 

So David thinks, if he has some non-cloudy thoughts that I am the photo-journalist who has threatened the Market place, causing some to chase the errant shooter from the scene. He said, “I will break your camera and then kill you.”

Paul said, “he’s a friend; chill.”

Moved up the street. Pregnant again. “A mistake,” she said.

“I am proud of you, girl” Alicea said when I mentioned an abortion to Cheryl. Not like me to engage them in a discussion of their politics or closely held beliefs, even if they cannot pay for them or appreciate the effects of their decisions.

If looks could do more than get you laid, Andrew would be a star. He is just caught in the vortex. Life ain’t easy and bad things happen to good people. He has bad acts in his past, so cleaning it up cannot do it for him, here.

 

 

Amy Winehouse, Dead at 27

 

 

What did she say in F*uck Me Pumps, “… don’t be upset if they call you a skank.” Only two albums, one of which I, yes, me, own. Great ink. But don’t compare her to the others who only made it to 27 (Cobain, Janice, Jimmy, Jim, Brian Jones). I still cry for Lennon whose longer life would have made the world betta, betta, betta. When your obit can only refer to one great song whose point is that you should have gone to rehab and didn’t, I cannot mourn her, especially with what happened in Norway.

 

Jesse and My Coffee Cup

I left my coffe cup near the rock. Jesse kept it over the weekend. It returned to me a little bruised, but not broken. Had not marked it lost. Hard to explain how one becomes connected to a cup. Sure, it protects the environment, but it also has a feel that I have become attached to, associating it with the liquid it carries and its presence at the beginning of a day. This cup has been with me since Manchester, early oughts. But it never lived in someone’s backpack for four days, not knowing if it would ever see me again.

So, you think this is stupid, eh? If you be a dunkin donut drinker, do you think the cups really disintegrate, or don’t you care? I don’t know if you have a regular cup, many do, especially if they give to charities without taking the beneficial artist mug. When I leave my cup in the care by mistake, my day starts differently if I don’t’ have my cup. I sometimes spill on myself due to unfamiliarity with the opening. Could it be that it also tastes better? I know that it feels better and that it means that I didn’t lose it.

Paul’s Back on Cherry

 

Angry Paul

So, Paul’s back on Cherry Street. Too bad. “Someone swiped my change…. Cops beat me up. Things getting bleak and strange here. They want me to sit 9 feet from the store, next to the gutter…. I tried to put a quarter in a meter to stop someone from getting a ticket, but they wouldn’t let me.”

I have to get him some pants.

 

Captain Jack

Thinking Like Captain Jack

Pirates of the Carribean has no plot; it does have Johnny Depp, amongst others. Pennelope Cruz acts postmodern. Jeffrey Rush’s pirate seems 1950’s-greed, shough, and evil. Keith Richards never went to the Fountain of Youth.The Brits and the Spanish armada. What’s the difference between pirate and a privateer? Ok. What is the difference between a banker, the Federal Reserve, Goldman Sacks, and the Congress? Wait. So, you don’t want to know when you will die, eh. You live closer to the present than most.

Stripes Again and Yet

Just bought Apple TV. Search not as expansive as I would have liked. But there are plenty of movies I have wanted to watch which I didn’t want to spend the money to rent and weren’t worth the hassle of entering them into Netflix que debates with Sharon. Streaming screams out for filmfiles, even if I couldn’t find Mildred Pierce. Only need to watch five or six movies a week to pay for the device in a reasonable time. We can do it with no problem. And, there is no late fee or crazed drives to return rentals.

As for Stripes, you should be ready for a bumpy ride. Great to reacquaint with early Murray, Harold Rambis, and the late, great John Candy. Warren Oates brings generational glue, anchoring the tale for the WWII and Korean Vets. Listed as a comedy, the absence of a conditioning word like “black” deprives the flick of legitimacy.  The first half is funny and sexy; the second is scary.

Murry and his buddy can’t handle life. Goofballs and slackers, they enlist into the Army for a European vacation, training, and some benefits. Some still follow their path, earning $20,00 or more as an enlistment bonus, a sum that would require some to work four jobs in a week to accrue. They end up in a troop of misfits let by Oates. Afraid to be sent back to 9 to 5, and after a shot to the bread basket by Oates, they work the troop into shape and earn an assignment to a special forces team whose task it is to test a new high tech tank disguised as an RUV. To further the romance of  service, they team up with two more qualified MPs who happen to be female and whisk them off in the vehicle for a tryst. While screwing, the home team thinks they have been kidnapped and go off to free them. The rescue team gets captured and the slackers then have to rescue them, starting a minor war with an unnamed enemy (Joe Flaherty), smite them, and return heroes.

This movie speaks to our worst dreams. Metaphorically, the US Army does what it wants, bringing its people into places where they may not be wanted. The officers come from a privileged class, educated, and clueless, charged with overseeing members of the underclass whom they send into battle willing to risk the lives of other but not their own. Both sides party without regard to the customs of  the places they inhabit, ignorant of the possible consequences, while remaining blind and deaf to the real purpose of  their undefined missions. Assume the tank works. Certified, it becomes a superior killing machine. No one wants that responsibility. Don’t explain the mission. Just tell me what to do.

The consequences of their conduct goes unquestioned. Force will cure any missteps. If captured and they get tortured, a act of the heathen enemy that could later be justified by invasion, assuming they cannot be traded for our hostages. Civilian casualties or the accidental destruction of property can be fixed with post-war reparations. And the players, they are are rejects who couldn’t make it elsewhere and who can be sold on the Army life, sir, as much because they don’t have anything else going on in their lives as that they have ideosyncrasies which can be translated into killing, fighting, and destroying skills. We hope at the end of the movie that this is how it used to be. What could be bad. They could be in jail. Now, you can even use enlistment as a get out of jail card, so long as you haven’t lost the ability to carry a gun.

Then they make them heroes and give them medals for winning a war they started.