Why lend a hand?
Alright, so I didn't get the job.
It's not such a big deal, it's only the job i've already been doing for nine months. I guess there never was an intent for that job to open to me anyway.
Which brings me to my point, or rather the point made long, long ago in cliches:
Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?
I'd been working as a photographer at my job for about nine months in addition to my regular duties. I'd filled in when the full times were on vacation or sick, and shot nearly all of my own work since last summer.
So when one of the full-times left, I naturally thought I would have some pull in sliding right into that job and out of mine. But no. When the job description was written, I was knocked out of the running immediately because I didn't fit the requirements.
Score one for corporate america and middle management. Instead of advancing someone's career who'd proven themselves, given more time and effort than requiured, they hired someone from outside the company who already had a photographer's job and just didn't like it.
Let's take an informal poll. Check out my pics here
and comment on whether I suck, as apparently is the case, or if I'm correct in being indignant.
First Photo Post
My brother and my cousin
Alright, so it's a shameless pat on the back for figuring out how to post photos. It's also a pretty good capture of a genuinely happy moment.
I've got to give [another word for] props to Mt. Atlanticus Minotaur Goff course in Myrtle Beach for being, hands down, the best of this type of attraction I've ever patronized. Doesn't hurt that I kicked ass during this particular round either, does it?
The coolest birds I know
During the trip, we got hungry and had some fries. Given the fact that all the food we purchased came in outrageous amounts, we fed the excess to the seagulls. Damn bully of a bird, these are.
The Great [or not so great] Wall
So all of this week i've been trying to completely shut out the immigration 'debate' that's been ravaging the nation. Being a newsman myself, once I'm off work for a while, I try to remove myself from the inundation of news that we Americans have become accustomed to.
But it seems everywhere you look in the past few days, you find some version of the Headline: "Masses march for immigration rights," or "Debate sharply divides legislature and country."
Maybe I'm just missing the point, but I can't really see where this is as big of a problem as people are making it out to be. The problem doesn't lie with whether or not illegal immigrants should be allowed to stay in the U.S. for the sake of keeping families together or creating a better life. The problem lies at the exact moment someone crossed the border under false or questionable circumstances, or just sneaked across against the law.
No matter what sort of life has been created, or how much work has been done in that time, the fact of the matter remains that if you broke the American Law — yes, the same America that millions of illegals claim to honor and love so much — to get here, then have some balls and endure the same law that kicks people back across the border -- no matter what border that may be.
Now, this is what sparked my first post on the matter. In Lexington, Ky. yesterday, 3,500 people rallied for changes in the United States immigration law, saying they can't get student loans, drivers licenses, or buy homes.
One said something to the effect of , "We're not breaking any laws, we just want equal treatment," or something like that.
Seems to me immigrants break the law every time they cross a border illegally.
Another gripe. Protesters everywhere are holding up signs with slogans like "Yes we can," and other empowering statements. But they're all in Spanish, and the last time I checked, the national language of the United States is English.
I think that's what polarizes a lot of people in this debate — me among them; The self-segregation of people who refuse to speak the language people in this country have been spouting for at least 230 years.
Two centuries can't be wrong.
Don't get me wrong, i'm all for helping people out. I just want it to be done the right way, and the right way [or the right NOW way] is to go through all the steps and wait your turn. But because of horrible conditions, oppression, or some other reason that America doesn't have anything to do with, nobody can seem to wait.
A few years late
So this is my first real attempt at creating one of these, and those that know me know i've been dancing around the idea for months. Not really because I have anything life-changing or revelatory to say though... I just feel — like many other people — I just need an outlet. Also I'm going to be posting a bunch of personal photos I've taken, if I can figure that out.
So check back often, hopefully you'll find something you like.