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On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.
On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.
Richford, Vermont near the Canadian border Eastern Townships, Quebec, Canada
To see more of my work, please go to my web site
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.
October, 2004, group show with Mary Bogdan, assemblages, Anne-Marie Vacherot, photographs and myself photographs at Galerie de bouche à oreille, Montreal, Québec, Canada
To see more of my work, please go to my web site
A celebratory gathering in the Mile-End area of the Plateau in Montreal. This event was for the welcoming of the son of a Rabbi from New York. The crowd was huddled together with anticipation, banners and flags. The whole street was a buzz of excitement. I was fortunate to have been invited by a friend who lives near by to witness and record the event.
As I was watching this crowd, my mind traveled to the days of my own forefathers who were Jews living in Eastern Europe and although one hundred plus years ago, they looked and dressed very similarly to the Hassidim living here in Montreal today. But the feeling that stood out the most for me was the fact that although, as a Jew, we share a common heritage, I felt very disconnected and remote from these people. I could hear their chatter and even could understand the Yiddish they were speaking. Yet I found them as curious and as distant from me as any one of the individuals of other cultures in the neighborhood who stood by watching the festivities.
Helena Bonham Carter as The Red Queen from Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland poster, no photoshop manipulation.
Door to one of the buildings of McGill University, Montreal, Quebec.
To see more of my work, please go to my web site
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.
On Jan. 29, 2015 outside the FCC, Free Press organized a a historic battle between two contenders who symbolized the fight over the fate of the Internet. On one side was Net Neutral-i-kitty, representing the millions of Internet users who had spoken out for Net Neutrality over the past year. On the other side was Cable Boss, hailing from the self-serving nation of Comcast.
Hundreds of Internet cats rallied outside the FCC in support of Chairman Tom Wheeler’s hints that the agency will pass strong Net Neutrality rules.
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.
Google was a strong supporter of Net Neutrality
arstechnica.com/telecom/news/2010/08/a-paper-trail-of-bet...
until they made an announcement with Verizon
arstechnica.com/telecom/guides/2010/08/googleverizon-we-d...
arstechnica.com/telecom/news/2010/08/google-net-neutralit...
He'll be covering the rally
arstechnica.com/author/matthew-lasar/
Public policy groups rallied online & gathered 300.000 signatures
savetheinternet.com/blog/10/08/13/google-can-you-hear-us-now
www.colorofchange.org/opennet/
which were delivered to Google's DC office and today to their headquarters in Mountain View
www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2367814,00.asp
thehill.com/blogs/hillicon-valley/technology/114253-googl...
www.nbcbayarea.com/news/tech/Protesters-Lash-Out-at-Googl...
www.npr.org/blogs/therecord/2010/08/13/129176208/you-ve-g...
Google said people should comment on their public policy blog
googlepublicpolicy.blogspot.com/2010/08/joint-policy-prop...
googlepublicpolicy.blogspot.com/2010/08/facts-about-our-n...
The Raging Grannies sang
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O4hI1kiCP4
Google don't be evil chant
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQu7zl0xczA
Internet is under attack chant
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwyBCxL_KRc
I'll be uploading more video (to YouTube of course as well as here)
On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.
On July 23, 2014, hundreds of Free Press activists rallied for REAL Net Neutrality on President Obama's motorcade route as he attended a big fundraiser in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles.
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.