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		<title>By: John Powers</title>
		<link>http://zunguzungu.wordpress.com/2008/12/20/this-post-will-change-your-life/#comment-856</link>
		<dc:creator>John Powers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 20:06:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What was my acquaintance&#039;s reaction?  I&#039;ll have to infer.  Being old isn&#039;t easy partly because our mind&#039;s eye image of ourselves seems to be frozen somewhere in our twenties. Some of the awkwardness has to do with the performance of it, to be at the center of the room wearing the same clothes as the deceased.  But I think the real kicker was something in that Baudelaire quote in the post at American Stranger concerning our slavish obedience to elegance and originality.  The same dress showed her up as a type--old lady.  Still, she knew it was a good story, the punch line not so much that we&#039;ve all got to die in her telling as it is: We&#039;ve all got to live.

What my friends in Uganda want in a photo of me is a suit looking business like.  What I like in a photo of me is a snapshot, informally me.  There are other conventions that are different, but like most culturally embedded ideas we operate unconsciously about them.  There are real ethical issues involved in photographs.  Some of the violence entails ignorance of social conventions.  It takes sensitivity and the realization that we may not be as adept at reading photos as we presume to minimize the violence.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What was my acquaintance&#8217;s reaction?  I&#8217;ll have to infer.  Being old isn&#8217;t easy partly because our mind&#8217;s eye image of ourselves seems to be frozen somewhere in our twenties. Some of the awkwardness has to do with the performance of it, to be at the center of the room wearing the same clothes as the deceased.  But I think the real kicker was something in that Baudelaire quote in the post at American Stranger concerning our slavish obedience to elegance and originality.  The same dress showed her up as a type&#8211;old lady.  Still, she knew it was a good story, the punch line not so much that we&#8217;ve all got to die in her telling as it is: We&#8217;ve all got to live.</p>
<p>What my friends in Uganda want in a photo of me is a suit looking business like.  What I like in a photo of me is a snapshot, informally me.  There are other conventions that are different, but like most culturally embedded ideas we operate unconsciously about them.  There are real ethical issues involved in photographs.  Some of the violence entails ignorance of social conventions.  It takes sensitivity and the realization that we may not be as adept at reading photos as we presume to minimize the violence.</p>
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		<title>By: zunguzungu</title>
		<link>http://zunguzungu.wordpress.com/2008/12/20/this-post-will-change-your-life/#comment-855</link>
		<dc:creator>zunguzungu</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 14:45:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s a great story. It reminds me of the scene in Bergman&#039;s Wild Strawberries where the casket in the guy&#039;s dream rolls open and he sees himself, a scene of horror. I have a shirt that belonged to a friend who passed away, and I&#039;ve never worn it, but I would like to; I would like to wear it as a gesture of love, but I&#039;ve never quite been able to get over my (culturally imposed?) inclination to fear and push away the fact of death. Just rambling; but the natural horror of the Braff shot (the fear of lost individuality) is so utterly absent from the Keita photo as to be speaking through a different visual vocabulary. What was your acquaintance&#039;s reaction to the discovery?   

And Koranteng&#039;s blog is great; new grist for the reader.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s a great story. It reminds me of the scene in Bergman&#8217;s Wild Strawberries where the casket in the guy&#8217;s dream rolls open and he sees himself, a scene of horror. I have a shirt that belonged to a friend who passed away, and I&#8217;ve never worn it, but I would like to; I would like to wear it as a gesture of love, but I&#8217;ve never quite been able to get over my (culturally imposed?) inclination to fear and push away the fact of death. Just rambling; but the natural horror of the Braff shot (the fear of lost individuality) is so utterly absent from the Keita photo as to be speaking through a different visual vocabulary. What was your acquaintance&#8217;s reaction to the discovery?   </p>
<p>And Koranteng&#8217;s blog is great; new grist for the reader.</p>
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		<title>By: John Powers</title>
		<link>http://zunguzungu.wordpress.com/2008/12/20/this-post-will-change-your-life/#comment-854</link>
		<dc:creator>John Powers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 04:08:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What first came to mind seeing Seydou Keita&#039;s photo was  a story (a story that doesn&#039;t have much to do with your post): An elderly acquaintance went to a viewing at a funeral home.  Her  old friend&#039;s body was laid out in an open casket and a kneeler was provided in front. My acquaintance can&#039;t kneel so stood reverently with eyes half closed.  But eyes open enough peering down to see that the body in the casket was wearing the same dress she was wearing.

Ethics and sensitivity seem different issues, but I&#039;m not at all clear how to disentangle them in re the issues of photograph, music and tourism. I&#039;m not any clearer for reading your post or the great links in it, but am very glad to have read them.  

Another post that popped into my mind, and seems almost as off topic as the funeral home story, is Koranteng Ofosu-Amaah&#039;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://koranteng.blogspot.com/2005/04/cultural-sensitivity-in-technology.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Cultural Sensitivity in Technology&lt;/a&gt;. This is the bit I was thinking of:

 &quot;I find endlessly fascinating this notion that cultural sensitivity in technology sometimes necessitates algorithmic adaptation. Maybe though, iterative adaptation in response to local environments - evolution in short, is the name of the game. Perhaps that&#039;s simply the way things should be.&quot;

Do you share photos with Tanzanian friends?  I&#039;m fascinated sharing photos with a couple of long time online friends from Uganda.  We read and expect different things from photos.  What those differences &quot;are&quot; isn&#039;t something easily explained.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What first came to mind seeing Seydou Keita&#8217;s photo was  a story (a story that doesn&#8217;t have much to do with your post): An elderly acquaintance went to a viewing at a funeral home.  Her  old friend&#8217;s body was laid out in an open casket and a kneeler was provided in front. My acquaintance can&#8217;t kneel so stood reverently with eyes half closed.  But eyes open enough peering down to see that the body in the casket was wearing the same dress she was wearing.</p>
<p>Ethics and sensitivity seem different issues, but I&#8217;m not at all clear how to disentangle them in re the issues of photograph, music and tourism. I&#8217;m not any clearer for reading your post or the great links in it, but am very glad to have read them.  </p>
<p>Another post that popped into my mind, and seems almost as off topic as the funeral home story, is Koranteng Ofosu-Amaah&#8217;s <a href="http://koranteng.blogspot.com/2005/04/cultural-sensitivity-in-technology.html" rel="nofollow">Cultural Sensitivity in Technology</a>. This is the bit I was thinking of:</p>
<p> &#8220;I find endlessly fascinating this notion that cultural sensitivity in technology sometimes necessitates algorithmic adaptation. Maybe though, iterative adaptation in response to local environments &#8211; evolution in short, is the name of the game. Perhaps that&#8217;s simply the way things should be.&#8221;</p>
<p>Do you share photos with Tanzanian friends?  I&#8217;m fascinated sharing photos with a couple of long time online friends from Uganda.  We read and expect different things from photos.  What those differences &#8220;are&#8221; isn&#8217;t something easily explained.</p>
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		<title>By: zunguzungu</title>
		<link>http://zunguzungu.wordpress.com/2008/12/20/this-post-will-change-your-life/#comment-853</link>
		<dc:creator>zunguzungu</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 23:28:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>True, but he wrote and directed it, you see. My hands are clean!  ;) 

I loved Scrubs in the early days, back when the main characters were in that lovely position of having massive responsibility without real expertise, and people&#039;s lives in the balance. That sense of real gravitas gave the ridiculous humor a particular poignancy that I feel like they lost once they became real doctors.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>True, but he wrote and directed it, you see. My hands are clean!  <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>I loved Scrubs in the early days, back when the main characters were in that lovely position of having massive responsibility without real expertise, and people&#8217;s lives in the balance. That sense of real gravitas gave the ridiculous humor a particular poignancy that I feel like they lost once they became real doctors.</p>
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		<title>By: rosmar</title>
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		<dc:creator>rosmar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 23:21:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is a wonderful juxtaposition.

Though I don&#039;t think you should blame an actor for a bad film--it is usually the director&#039;s fault.  (And I also love scrubs.)

Thanks for posting this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a wonderful juxtaposition.</p>
<p>Though I don&#8217;t think you should blame an actor for a bad film&#8211;it is usually the director&#8217;s fault.  (And I also love scrubs.)</p>
<p>Thanks for posting this.</p>
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