MAY 10, 2004
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Tim Folzenlogen
Washington Heights, New York City
gun
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Control freak. Now you say control freak who.
Renee Tamara Watabe
Verona, NJ
What a Woman Wants
Image Two : Josh Polishes His Bike
To be wholly engaged in my life, the day, my task, the moment.
Renee Tamara Watabe
Verona, NJ
What a Woman Wants
Image Three: Maiden
To connect with all things "girl". To have a young girl look up to you and take her under your wing. See the world through her eyes. Eyes that burn when a classmate picks on the boy with autism and make you rally to defend him. Eyes that fire up when learning about Martin Luther King Jr. and Helen Keller and Native American culture. To read Anne of Green Gables and cry. To read Harry Potter and want to go to Hogwarts to study magic, and almost believe that maybe, just maybe you could. To know that your every thought, inspiration and action, in the drama of life, is terribly significant, even world changing. To play a part in protecting and nurturing the innocence of The Maiden, without which we are lost.
Anthony Gonzalez
Washington Heights, New York City
Epreuve Inalterable
You will never see Donald Rumsfeld cock his head to one side. That would be the gesture of someone who lacked absolute certainty. What an awesome burden it must be to be so manly. It's hard to believe that he too was once an innocent child full of curiosity and wonder. I watch him testify before Congress and feel the bile rising up within me. I resist the impulse to throw something at the TV, or to shut it off. The spectacle is perversely compelling. In spite of his arrogant countenance, at times he looks as if he could use a hug. Where is Spongebob when you need him? Rumsfeld must wish he were anywhere else. I force myself to imagine him alone, pensive, at a rare moment of reflection, longing to go back beyond childhood - back into the womb - to float in abundance, and dream pure formless dreams.
James Huckenpahler
Washington, D.C.
untitled
Halle... in my alley.
Peter Ferko
Washington Heights, New York City
chosen perspective: Peter's New York Times
While only a "5" on the political animal scale, I occasionally completely freak out when I hear what's going on in the world.
May 5th's NY Times had three articles about Iraqi prisoner abuse on the front page above the fold. (Yes we know about it, it's horrible. Keep us posted about when they're bringing Rumsfeld to the table.) I started reading the rest of the paper and found unbelievable stuff hiding under the fold, under small headlines, or inside the paper. How can we keep priorities straight with even a class act like the Times getting swept up into the war show?
My picks for the day's top news: Haitians are being forced to eat mud pies (for real). What are we doing about that?? Disney censors Michael Moore. Why'd you buy Miramax? Ex-VP Gore now owns a cable channel. Finally, the media-politics door revolves in a more pleasant direction. And what should have been the war story of the day, from my seat: thousands more sons' and daughters' destinies lie in Iraq. And lastly, I couldn't resist squeezing in a story about artists who get paid - what a concept...
PP
New York City
Me Mum
A few hours after my mother had said she wishes she had been more independent of my father, I asked her if she had to have a tattoo what would it be? She quickly said, "it would say I Love Me." What made it funnier is that earlier that day I had taken this photo from a driveway on her street. Last Mother's Day, in a card, I had thanked her for the hundreds of loving crust-free tuna fish sandwiches she made for me when I was young, she cried. She has always called her 3 male and 3 female children, chicks. I usually find myself making her card with a mother bird followed by a string of hatchlings.
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