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22/05/2008
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18/05/2008
Amanda and Her Cousin Amy, Valdese, North Carolina, USA, 1990
(catalog number 214H-143-002)IN 1990, Peter Howe at Life magazine sent me to North Carolina to photograph a special school for children with problems. The school was a very strange place because all of the twenty or so children were in the same classroom and their problems ranged from mild behavior instability to severe schizophrenia.
Nine-year-old Amanda was the most interesting child in the class. She was my favorite child. Amanda was very intelligent and very naughty. One day I followed her home on the school bus. When the bus stopped at her house, she dashed ahead of me and ran into a nearby wooded area. I continued to follow her into the woods and eventually found her sitting in an old stuffed chair having a cigarette. She thought that I would reprimand her since I was an adult. But I said nothing.
The following Sunday, I spent the day at home with Amanda and her mother. Amanda totally controlled her mother. She constantly gave her orders and proceeded to put on her mother’s nail polish and makeup. Amanda smoked openly in front of her. Her 8-year-old cousin Amy was coming over, and she was very excited. All day long, Amanda and her cousin played like children. Every forty-five minutes or so, Amanda would take a break to have a cigarette. Her mother could say nothing; Amanda was the boss.
Just before I left, I looked for Amanda to say good-bye. I found her and Amy in the backyard. They were in a children’s inflatable pool. Amanda was taking her regular cigarette break.
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09/05/2008
BIOSHOCK update
I killed Andrew Ryan, but it wasn’t the end!!!!!!
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06/05/2008
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05/05/2008
Feel free to reblog this
American airlines is AWFUL! Delayed flights left and right. And then, after they’ve inconvenienced you enough, they pinch pennies on your accommodations and you end up being shoved around from place to place like cattle. I have to say, even southwest is better than this.
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04/05/2008
Landed in Florida and found the Atlantic Ocean. It DOES exist!
I planted my feet in the warm sand and called homeboy:
me: “Wouldn’t it suck if during my 24 hour stay here, the ocean swallowed the state?”
him: “Actually, Mary, I think that would be far worse than sucking. I think they would call that a national emergency. It’d be one of the biggest disasters of our time.”
That’s just like him to ruin comedy with his worldly thinking.
Anyway…
Alaska Air needs to stop letting American Air service their flights. We were like prodded cattle… shoved into a shaky tin can and refused pretzles and personal space. I can’t wait until they invent a working transporter. Although I’m sure they’ll find a way to turn that into a cattle call also.
As for Fort Lauderdale… When I got off the plane there were six wheel chairs waiting for elderly passengers coming home to half-million dollar beach huts.
As far as I can tell… if you’re old, Fort Lauderdale is a good place to die. And if you’re young, it’s a good place to surf. It also seems like a good place to wear a bikini, get a tatoo, and have your beer spiked by the sex offender sitting next to you at the bar.
My boss is in Miami… probably living the high-life. From what I’ve heard, Miami has nothing to offer but hookers and blow, and so I’m perfectly content here with the old people.
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30/04/2008
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