A man dons little more than a pink tutu to take photographs in effort to make his wife laugh. After his wife Linda was diagnosed with cancer, Bob Carey found his emotions overwhelming, and the photographs are about that too: dealing with personal suffering that cannot be expressed in words.
I don’t know what it is about these pictures that are so powerful. Maybe that a man (who does not do so otherwise) is more naked in a pink tutu than he is in the nude, more exposed as it were. More exposed to ridicule by the public. More exposed in every way even though he is, in effect, covered. Sad and seeking to make beauty, which gets past our defenses by at first seeming funny. There’s a stunning gravity about it.
Today marks the 4th year of this blog. 2000ish posts, 100 lbs down, 2 years in Korea, and nearly 2 years in grad school later.
Four more years four more years
Just kidding. All I want is to finish my final project for the semester…
Thank you for following, as always. I have enjoyed your input and reading your blogs over the years. Even if I’m not subbed to you, I often go through subbers’ blogs creeper-style… especially former students… you don’t know?… teacher is watching you ◉__◉
I hit my head on the sink yesterday, pretty hard (no need to ask as it’s just this month’s stupid tax). Have a nasty bump right in the middle of my forehead. Called my mom and she said to rub an egg (uncracked, in the shell) all around the edges of the bump and it’ll go away. Anybody ever heard of this? I don’t have any eggs :I
Been reading “Nothing to Envy”, which reads as a people’s contemporary history of North Korea. Highly recommended. From it, a South Korean song:
I used to hold my mother’s hand,
Then I let go to reach for the fruit and cake.
Oh, how I miss holding my mother’s hand.
I am so glad to have built a strong relationship with my mother in my adult life. I need to get an egg to roll on my head to see if it works.
The snow was radiant white, even in mid-afternoon, though the sun had disappeared over the other side of the house. She laid in the shadow from the roof, not having sailed far. The dog sounded a curious bark from where it had been exploring. Snow got into her snowsuit, into her hood, melted into the shells of her ears. Though the snowsuit cushioned her fall, the breath was shocked out of her, and because the snow was wet, she sank in it. She supposed her sisters were laughing, but she had sunk far enough that she was encased, and with her eyes closed, she heard the sea.
Main character’s wife recalls, at five years old, being thrown out the second floor window of her childhood home by her sisters, who thought it would be a laugh.
Coca Cola is not planning on spending any money on advertising starting on November 18. The reason why is amazing. Your daily dose of happy, positive, feel good news stories from around the world
Coca Cola vows to redirect all advertising budget into Typhoon Haiyan relief. It can be argued that this is great image advertising, but I choose to see that as a side effect. And if the side effect is the point, I wish that other companies would seek it in the same way.
It’s been demonstrated again and again in study and in practice that our generation responds best to word of mouth advertising, and look at me advertising right now. I guess the point is that we favor companies we feel are “Good Guy” companies. Good guy, Coke.
A disembodied head who talks about writing a lot circa 2012.
Formerly and still often about teaching English to high school girls [high schoolgirls? maybe not as likely here] in South Korea, and also sometimes pictures of cats, and also occasionally helpful resources. And diversions. Lots of diversions from around the web.