To remember.
To be an attack dog. Witness yesterday.
http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com/2010/03/24/two-matters-one-sad-the-other-angry-but-hopeful/
I don't have an esthetic du bon, du mal or anything else. I use a
blog--when I use it at all--as a form of tears and assault. Did I
already say that? It is my form of confessional.
I once traded comments about the virtues of Binghamton, New York, where
I lived and went to graduate school (I learned very little) for over six
years, with a man who called me a racist and a few other choise things.
Then I deleted his comments. He was furious. "Why did you do that?" he
snapped. "Because this is my space and my playground. I will let stand
what I wish. Now get the fuck out of my house."
Done.
I don't know if I'm the only person threatened with a lawsuit from a
former employer for using his name in a blog but it's a badge of honor.
The death of Jim Marshal, photographer, saddens me greatly. He was one
of my Camera Heros. He will remain so. The passage of the health care
bill will, I hope, turn us toward Western European medical socialism.
The motto, now as in the 19th century, is *epater le bourgeois*, which I
probably spelled wrong. That's part of the act.
Ken
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Ken Wolman
http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com
http://opensalon.com/blog/kenneth_wolman
http://wearethecure.org/friends/cids-memory-p-394.html
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