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Hofstra reporters fed back content from the Republican National Convention in Tampa, FL on August 25- 31, 2012
A reporter's notebook and the view of Highway 15 outside of Magdalena, Sonora, Mexico. (Peter O'Dowd)
WRHU Reporters Gary Duff, Dennis Foley, and Bill Goodenough report from the Democratic National Convention
SUFFOLK DOWNS - July 9, 2016 - Race 1
MAIDEN SPECIAL WEIGHT - Thoroughbred
TO BE RUN OVER NATIONAL FENCES FOR MAIDENS, FOUR YEARS OLD AND UPWARD. Four Year Olds, 147 lbs.; Older, 154 lbs.
Two And One Sixteenth Miles On The Hurdle Track Record: (Miguel Grau - 3:41.73 - July 9, 2016)
Purse: $30,000
Weather:Cloudy Track:Firm
Off at: 12:36 Start: Good for all
6 - Reporter (Norris, Kieran)
4 - Meteoroid (Young, Paddy)
5 - Bishop's Castle (Geraghty, Ross)
La Jolla Village News reporter Alyssa Ramos.
Strobist:
Lumedyne Classic in Small Softbox, camera left.
Sun, camera right.
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Riding a recumbent bicycle 12,000km solo from Japan to England - check out the fully featured website at 14degrees Off The Beaten Track / 日本から英までの12、000kmを単独でリカンベント自転車でこぐ途中 - ユーラシア大陸14度の旅
WRHU Reporters Gary Duff, Dennis Foley, and Bill Goodenough report from the Democratic National Convention
The Scotsman reporter Alastair Jamieson is pictured dressed as Elvis Presley with an 'Elvis sandwich' (fried peanut butter and banana sandwich).Picture by Jane Barlow.08/08/07
100 Portraits of 100 Strangers #13
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I Ran into these two as I was leaving the Pride Parade last summer. He asked if he could ask me some questions and I said You can take my picture if I can take yours :)
I can't remember his name, (and I never did get the name of the fellow behind the camera) but when I do I'll add it here.
I would have added this to the group sooner but I only developed the film today.
I shot the Pride parade in black and white and developing it wasn't a top priority (I know right?! who shoots a Pride parade in black and white?! truly, not one of my brighter moments ;))
Shot with a Rolleiflex
Tri-X 400
You can't see it in this shot, but the reporter here is using a cell phone to get a video. On a earlie cast that he was tapeing I heard him state that he has video captured from his phone. Kinda bothered me since he has a video grapher with gear that takes much better images.... Maybe it's sensational... The photographer was not with him.
Ziphozakhe Hlobo, Cape Town integrated reporter
Here we are.
Antje's kitchen.
Myself and Antje are discussing our different family structures.
The similarity is that we both grew up in small places in our extended family homes. Antje had uncles and cousins in her home just as I had cousins growing up too. Though, when we grow up that way, you then refer to your cousins as your siblings, but in Antje's family, there would still be a clear distinction of biological siblings and cousins.
My sister and I were raised by our aunt with our cousins (who are a lot more older than us). When I arrived at her home, I was seven and my cousins were already past university years, and one was working as a teacher. Before that, I had lived with my parents in the Eastern Cape near Queenstowns, and when my mother lost her job, she decided it was best she goes with my two siblings to work in Cape Town as a domestic worker, and me and my sister go to live with my aunt in Port Elizabeth. My aunt raised us as her own children, like paid for school feesm bought clothes, toileteries, everything and we saw our mother once a year, but were still very close. Though I was seven, there was never any misunderstanding, I knew who my mother was and that the woman who was raising me was my aunt, and even in the school forms, I marked her as a gurdian. But still, whatever she said was law because I grew up in her house, so, although I was more (naturally) closer to my mother (who was in Cape Town), my mother couldn't oppose any of my aunt's rules on how to raise me and my mother completely trusted my aunt. Of course being a child, I would call my mother when I did not like something my aunt said, but my mother would never really interfere because she was not the one raising me.
But for Antje, it is a little different because she would be closer (that way) with her immediate family (or nuclear family), and she said that in this family structure, children would be hardly raised by parents not of their own. The good thing about this is that, contrary to my family, what ever you make from your job is yours and it makes for progression in one's life (like buying a house, moving out of home, buying a car), whereas in my family structure, the one who works is responsible for the larger family, the way my aunt pretty much raised all the children in our family (her sibling's children). She is also the same woman who raised my father because her mother was very ill and worked in the city at the time my father was growing up and my father was the baby of their family. But in Antje's family structure, she said she wouldn't necessarily even ask her brother for money for luxury purpose (like going out with friends). What a culture shock! I ask cousins and sister for money all the time, but obviously not when I work, only when I do not work and need money for something. And with age, asking for money isn't necessarily mature when you could be working, but honestly, a lot of people that I know depend on their siblings's pay cheques. Though fortune is shared, it is shared when necessary, so for instance, my aunt in Port Elizabeth became educated and worked as a headmaster, but her sister in Cape Town didn't, so they are obviously of different social class, but my aunt from Port Elizabeth would not feel obligated to share her money with her sister. However, if her sister was struggling raising her children (as it happened), then my aunt could offer to raise the children in order to help out.
This is also the reason that the notion of 'adoption' in our culture is a little bit foreign (though it is now growing because things are changing) because there is that saying that "every child is my child." When I was growing up, if a neighbour saw you smoking in a corner or getting up to any mischievous behaviour, you would be very nervous because you knew that they have an intrinsic right to rebuke you as though they are your parent or to report you to your parents. When our parents where gowing up, it was worse, my mother used to tell us that if so and so's mother saw any mischievousness, they could physically reprimand you and so if you saw any parent coming your way while getting up to trouble, you needed not ask questions but run. And, if so and so's mother did reprimand you, telling your parents was not an option because they would tell you that so and so's mother was right to do that, and they would actually reprimand you more. I think this is another thing that differs in our culture, because I have seen that a lot of post-modern parents (especially white) are not comfortable when their children are being disciplined by someone besides them, but in our families, this happens a lot. Of course, sometimes things are different, some black families are more nuclear and would not allow children to be rebuked by neighbours, and these families are usually families of higher social class.
Listening to Antje, sometimes I felt that her family structure was convinient when one thinks about the burden of a delayed progress in one's life. I suppose in terms of starting a family, it would be difficult (as it is with some of my responsible friends) because before they think of marriage and children, they have to buy their parents houses and pay for their siblings's fees. Yet, on the other hand, being a person who was raised by a parent that wasn't biologically mine, I felt like the white family structure is a little bit selfish and perhaps I wouldn't have it any other ways because had it not been for my aunt's empathy, I would not have had some of the opportunities I got. Though, sometimes, family can become a burden when other people are just lazy to work and the one working will be responsible for all the bills of the family. But also, thinking about the uncertainty of life - is it not consoling to know that if anything happened to you, your child would not end up in an orphanage home? Sure, my family structure is not always as gracious because there are instances of greed and child-abuse, but I think for the most part, the family structures have helped teach us about the act of selflessness.
Holy crap, you guys – I'm was on TV! Last week, I got a surprise call from Jeremy Keefe, who works up in the city for Global. Like everyone these days, he was excited to talk about my adventures exploring the abandoned roads of Nova Scotia. Initial notion was to have me drive up for a morning show interview, but that quickly morphed into him coming down to film the story in person. Out of all the places we could visit, I chose Little Brown Road – both for its easy accessibility and incredible mystery. You see, this is the site of one of those many mystical granite heads by Brent Reeve, carved into the forest floor. When I first stumbled this way a year and a half ago, it was like an incredible gift of discovery. I've been consistently compelled to share that with the world ever since.
We met up by the Berwick fire hall, and he followed me to the slopes of the South Mountain – chasing scattered storms, hoping not to get rained on. I can't overstate how impressed I was with Jeremy's commitment to the story. He lugged in what must have been a good 30 pounds on his shoulder, and came out dripping with sweat and covered in mosquito bites for his trouble. This kind of effort is admirable, a huge expense of energy when some folks might have just used a cell phone. If everyone loved what they did as much as this man, we'd all get better tales to tell. That's what this is all about, fireside chats in the darkness, gathered around a living room or internet access, just trying to connect to each other. I sure hope you do to me. After a decade of toiling in total obscurity, I've suddenly been printed in papers, heard over airwaves on CBC Radio, and soon sent out through the TV screen. What's been happening this summer? I can't even describe how much this means.
video: twitter.com/globalhalifax/status/1164118310620815360
article: globalnews.ca/news/5787486/self-described-explorer-docume...
August 19, 2019
South Waterville, Nova Scotia
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