May 30th, 2006

Chris Keeley

Charles Fréger

Portraits Photographiques et Uniformes

Charles Fréger 

Artist: Charles Fréger , Title: Menti, Russia (looking off into distance) - click on image to enlarge 

Charles Fréger: Itza' and Portraits Photographiques et Uniformes. Photographs by Charles Fréger at Stephen Daiter Gallery in Chicago, IL. "...Charles Fréger is a graduate of the Rouen Art School. Since receiving his degree he has devoted himself to making portraits of individuals from a variety of social groups: majorettes, Lègionnaires, wrestlers, factory workers, students, gymnasts, guards, youths, and cadets, just to name a few. Many of these projects are ongoing investigations. Fréger's work studies the surfaces of identity: skin, uniforms, ages, colors, shapes, etc., and how these essential elements help define both the individuality of his subjects and their shared character as members of groups. For Fréger appearance shapes the expression of individuality. An appropriate subject for Fréger's first North American exhibition is the first installment of an ongoing, collaborative project on the Itza'. The Itza', a subgroup of the Mayans and the last Mayan tribe to be conquered by the Spanish in the 18th century, survive in small numbers in present-day Guatemala. For two weeks Frèger photographed these Mayan descendents, their community, and the military and civil forces that are a constant presence in today's Guatemala."

http://www.stephendaitergallery.com/dynamic/artwork_display.asp?ArtworkID=1696
Chris Keeley

The perfect man

SF story about AI-human love

My friend Lauren McLaughlin, an excellent new sf writer, has a story up on today's Salon -- "The perfect man" -- the story of a woman who found true love by designing an AI, and then turning him loose.
Martin was a mouth breather. Jim lacked ambition. Rennie's head was too big. Craig licked my face like a dog.

But Pritchard. Pritchard is everything I want. And I'm not going to apologize about the way I met him. Especially not to my friends still slugging it out on LovePlanet.com. I did LovePlanet. Seventy-four dates with sixty-two men. You know what I learned? People lie. Sylvester was fifty-five, not thirty-five. Jacob was an unemployed bartender with halitosis, not a financial planner with a beach house. I admit I lied about my weight. All women lie about their weight.

But I can laugh at all of this now because I am off the roster. I am no longer "out there," as they say. And I didn't have to lower my standards or search outside my geographic region either. What I had to do was stop searching and start designing. That's right. I designed my boyfriend. I'm a busy woman. I don't have time for the Toms, Dicks, and Harrys the world keeps throwing at me.

Link 

http://www.salon.com/tech/feature/2006/05/30/perfect_man/?source=whitelist
Chris Keeley

MST

MST

Brenda Ann Kenneally


May 28, 2006

Home Remedy

Three years ago, Mary Beth Towell, a counselor in Canton, Ohio, was assigned to a family in a crumbling neighborhood of dilapidated houses, drug dealers and gangs. Even in that tough neighborhood, this family stood out as desperate. In a single month, child-protective services fielded more than 30 calls from teachers, police officers and others demanding that the children be removed.

The mother had bipolar disorder and was a heavy marijuana user. The children's father no longer lived in the home. Two of the girls, 15 and 10, and a boy, 11, were violent and suicidal. They threatened one another with knives and fought viciously. (The remaining child, a 14-year-old girl, was somehow O.K.)

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