On the Abutment Against Artificial, Time-Delimited Technological Barriers and the Engagement of Future Technologies in the Mind of the Modern Fan (An Ode to Abraham, from a Flight from Iceland) or Why New Tech Still Sucks

Once upon a time, on a WOW Air flight from Reykjavik, Iceland to Baltimore, USA, a twenty-something man named Abraham turned to the totally doesn’t look forty-something woman in the next seat and said, “I wish I could go back to the eighties [or before] and experience what it was like to see the Star…

Key, Peele, & the Divergence of Blacknicity

There has been a great deal of discussion on social media this week regarding Jordan Peele, writer, comedian, founder of Monkeypaw Productions, and the writer/director of the surprise hit movie, Get Out. Now admittedly, I haven’t seen the movie, nor am I likely to since horror films generally irritate me without providing either scares or…

Must We Respect the Wishes of Dead Artists?

You’ve undoubtedly read this title to this piece, so let’s cut right to the chase. Must we respect the wishes of dead artists? In my opinion, the answer is no, or more accurately, the annoying it depends. If an artist leaves explicit instructions as to the distribution and use of their work in the form…

The Instagramming of Art

During yesterday’s morning walk through the Internet, I came across a ream of articles proclaiming that “Justin Bieber Quits Instagram.” Apparently, Bieber objected to fans’ criticism of his new girlfriend, stating, “”I’m gonna make my Instagram private if you guys don’t stop the hate.” Fans objected, as did his former girlfriend, Whatever Thehellhernameis. Apparently, Whatever…

Days of Art – Same Hate, Different Day

History lies. That is, the human interpretation of historical events is and has always been subject to change and distortion from historians. Stated more directly, people bend facts in order to substantiate whatever socio-political view they are expectorating. However photos, although subject to the same distortions as anything else, are unique in that they allow…

The Fallacy of the Defining Moment

One of the things that pains Maria and me is the number of people who are enamored with a single shot by Henri Cartier-Bresson (“Behind the Gare Saint Lazare“). You know the one, the “Defining Moment” shot. But here’s the thing: it’s a shitty photo. It’s underexposed, details are lost because of the lack of…

It’s always the right time.

I began penning my response to Bill’s comment regarding my recent post, ‘Never a right time’, and realised that it constituted an essay’s worth of wordage, so I thought I’d post it instead as it also happens to be a fascinating discussion. The subject of prejudice will never get old unfortunately.   Not being terribly…

Never a Right Time.

Because I am a straight talking kind of a Chickie, I like to say things as I see them, which is quite apt considering the subject I am about to rant about. Actually I wrote the following as a response to a friend’s blog post about racism, a never ending well-spring of refreshingly good venting…