Two stories reveal the awkward mix of altruism and agenda within USAID, the U.S. Agency for International Development.
The Washington Post reminds me that words count, even when human dignity and suffering don’t.
Even the “shot” itself may be forgotten when continuous capture of video makes the light squeeze of a shutter, or the tap of a finger, simply an on-off gesture handled with an eye-blink. The work of the photographer will come later, on a screen. It will be more like painting.
I don’t want to be stuck at my computer fixing or fiddling with my web site. I want it to work. Period. That is, for all its privacy-busting ugliness, the real power of Facebook. It’s awful, but it works.
I once met William S. Burroughs and hung out for an afternoon at his house in Lawrence, Kansas, where I lived in the mid-’90s. I was a young writer, he was an old but still kicking icon, and I can’t explain why I felt compelled to find and meet him, but I wasn’t unusual.