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02 Jun A Fable

Imagine for a moment that you move to a place where you don’t know the customs, or speak the language. It feels like you are living in a dream most of the time, and things don’t make sense in ways that you can’t put into words. While you can quietly observe what’s going on, when you try to speak or...

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28 May Confusing the Body to Exploit the Mind

When I was in college I started a band with some friends. We played noisy chaotic music. When we were putting out our first 7 inch single we added the phrase “confusing the body to exploit the mind” to the cover art. The idea of getting lost in music to access some part of the mind that one was normally...

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16 May The Day the KKK Came To Town

I started taking pictures voraciously in high school, and took many of the pictures in the school newspaper and the yearbook. However, the day after graduation was the first time I photographed what could be called a news event. I have no visceral memories from that day. I can’t tell you what it felt like, and I can’t really remember snapping...

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06 May Justice for Cecily?

Cecily McMillan, a 25-year-old organizer, and has been politically active for over a decade — most notably in the Democratic Socialists for America, the anti-Scott Walker mobilization, and Occupy Wall Street. However, on March 17, 2012, Cecily’s attendance at Zuccotti was a point of party, not protest. It was St. Patrick’s Day and as a McMillan, she vowed for this...

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04 May Four Birthdays and a Funeral

This picture, from my childhood home, was taken in the summer of 1984, when my mother was 49 years old. 30 years later I have moved back into that home, and I sit in the same spot to eat my dinner, and do my work. Throughout my life my parents have sat there reading the newspaper and paying bills. For...

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03 May Blunt

I think about my father in waves. I can go for weeks without thinking much about him, but then it seems like he’s everywhere, like cow pies in a pasture. We had cows in a pasture behind our house growing up, so that’s not a random reference. It's also kind of something he might say, except he would have used...

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