We are distributing hundreds of disposable cameras to two groups on different sides of the U.S.-Mexico border: undocumented migrants crossing the Arizona desert and Minuteman volunteers trying to stop them.
Their photos will be developed, juried, and shown at galleries throughout the United States and Mexico.
cd shelves I started working on a new project this past weekend. Not a freelance design gig or anything web related, but something bigger, more time consuming, and potentially overwhelming — the complete dissolution of my library of compact discs.
For most ‘normal’ people this wouldn’t be a big deal, but I’m out of the ordinary. I worked in the music business for all of the late 90s, and was already a big music collector before then. I hosted a public radio show, interviewed artists for newspapers, wrote record reviews, worked part time in a specialty record shop, briefly managed a band, and when the local public radio station in Charleston, SC (WSCI) dissolved their full time staff, I was offered any CD from their priceless library. Myself and a few other DJs carted off as much as we could handle. Who knows what happened to the rest.
By the turn of the century I had thousands of CDs in a small one bedroom apartment. They were in piles on the floor, on bookshelves, in the kitchen, on top of the TV, in the unused fireplace, in boxes in the closet…you name it, a jewel case was probably on top of it.
The scary part? I loved it. The CDs were a never ending source of creative inspiration when planning out my next radio show. I would spend hours popping CDs in and out of the tray finding the right track to follow, say, a traditional Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Qawwali song (which often worked scarily well with American gospel), or Japanese pop like Cornelius. It was an adventure of sorts — feeling out the BPM, the atmosphere — and trying to come up with a similar, yet unexpected track to play next. For all intents and purposes, my love for making mixed cassette tapes in high school had turned into a full time job. It was also completely overwhelming.
So I gave it all up. I sold at least a thousand CDs on ebay before leaving town, but the vast majority moved to Atlanta with me in 2000. Adamant that I wouldn’t live like that again, a family friend built custom CD shelves which could hold nearly 4,000 jewel cases. I packed it full, and again sold the excess.
And then came iTunes. What do i know digitizes his music collection. the whole thing.
it’s the very first posting i read on his-or-her site, and i already love it. here’s the whole story.
Are the days of the Australian workers counted?
The question aimed at immigrants, it named, as far as i remember lebanese construction workers and others, and how dare they, and all that crap.
How can public TV news be so xenophobic? particularly in a country like Australia, which is completely and utterly dependent of migrating workers and immigration? i can’t believe they actually get away with that. ugh.