Thinking about today’s selfie generation. There are very few of me at college until the final semester of senior year and the summer that followed. I actually do not think I have ever seen a photo of myself during the first three years of college, except when I visited my family for Christmas, or a trip to New York in 1980 when someone had a camera. Not a single photo as far as I know of myself in a dorm room. No, Mapplethorpe did not approach me, ever. No photos of me standing outside the PiL show at Rosegarden Ballroom in 1982. (But I know I was there because I got Martyn Atkins to sign something which is in a scrapbook somewhere and I asked him a question but was mixed up and he said, “No! you mean Martin Hannett! I’m not him!”) Or with Chip at the PiL show at University of Maryland a few months later. So what? Well, all of the memories exist in my brain. I’m OK with that.
Blogs I Follow
- Walter Isaacson, The Code Breaker: Jennifer Doudna, Gene Editing, and the Future of the Human Race
- The Corner that Held Them, by Sylvia Townsend Warner
- Flux, by Jinwoo Chong
- V.V. Ganeshananthan’s novel “Brotherless Night”
- Making New People: Politics, Cinema, and Liberation in Burkina Faso, 1983-1987, by James E. Genova
Friends of African Village Libraries (I post regularly here)
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