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Sundays are for “life”-related things like having breakfast with friends, doing laundry, washing the dishes, and cleaning out the rat cage (and giving Missy and Trillian baths).
Sundays are for “life”-related things like having breakfast with friends, doing laundry, washing the dishes, and cleaning out the rat cage (and giving Missy and Trillian baths).
I have not been producing much photography in the past two months. This morning at breakfast, I felt a pang of guilt when I laid eyes at the camera sitting on my table.
So, I wrote it a letter.
After typing the enormously pithy byline above and before typing the first word of this first sentence, I managed to complete three different tasks with varying levels of priority.
I lie.
All three were barely above trivial.
“I cannot stress how important an independent mind in a person is to me. I like the dreamers, the idealists, and the impractical. I take great joy in exploring the depths of someone’s intelligence and imagination. I enjoy watching someone think, for it is only then that I do not feel so utterly alone.”
I have a profile on every major online social network (and on little-known ones as well) that exist. My space is on MySpace, my face is on Facebook, and my work history is linked in LinkedIn. I am live on Livejournal, a furry in Fur Affinity, and a tweeter on Twitter. I am a Flickr addict, a Stickam user, and a Digger of articles. In the online medium, I am a social media maven. I am a public figure by choice. I am always connected; always online. At last count, I am a member of at least eighteen different social networks. And those are just the ones I actively track.
Photography by Jayel Aheram.
“Post 1″ in this base is an access control point between the Iraqi Army compound and the rest of the American-military controlled compound. SOP (standard operating procedures) of this post is to make sure that no Iraqi Army personnel leaves their compound unless accompanied by an American military personnel. This, of course, excludes the IA officers who are authorized to come and go at whim without an American escort. Opposite of Post 1, about 50 feet away, is the Iraqi Army’s control point, which is manned by usually sleeping Iraqi soldiers (if manned at all). They probably realize the redundancy of their post and realize that Post 1 is the one that really matters.
Photography by Jayel Aheram.
Before actually experiencing it first-hand, I too had this same question in my mind: how do you go about sending a company of armed Marines (sometimes dual-armed with both the M16A4 service rifle and the M9 pistol) into a combat zone? Well, it starts with a long bus ride…
Photography by Jayel Aheram.
A correspondence between Jayel Aheram and his dad, “Uncle John.”
