Secret Games: Collaborative Works with Children 1969-1999. Book Review

For thirty years, Ewald has been collaborating with children around the world, teaching them to make photographs and tell stories about their lives and dreams. Her work began as a student at Antioch College, working with Native American children in New Brunswick and Labrador. Many of her collaborations have been published previously, beginning with Appalachia: A Self-Portrait in 1979, and I Dreamed I Had a Girl in My Pocket in 1996, which documents her work with children of different castes in a remote village in India.

Secret Games is an extensive retrospective of Ewald's projects, with excellent reproductions in both color and black and white, accounts of her experiences working in very diverse cultural settings, and stories by children. Ewald's path has led her from Appalachia to Chiapas, Mexico, to South Africa, to Saudi Arabia, and most recently to the creation of a Visual Literacy program with children in Durham, North Carolina, to address issues of race and identity.

Ewald has been interested in creating communities of children that bridge gaps caused by race, class, ethnic, and cultural differences, trusting that the common experience of discovering a visual language helps to overcome those differences. She proclaims no strong agendas, and in truth, is very modest about her intentions. Ewald consistently steps back and allows the voices of the children to speak. She invites the fresh expression of their rich and fantastic worlds of play and their well-informed and sometimes disturbing views on life and death.

Ewald is courageous, generous, and gifted in her abilities to liberate these stories, which authentically reflect children's lives and concerns.

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That's it...I can't take it anymore...

What does this girl...

And this lovely young lady...

have in common? Give up?

They were both married to it:

Oh my does this make my blood boil.

Now, I don't know much about Debra, the blonde, of whom I only know about because she was in two episodes of Miami Vice (which I just watched...again...thanks to TNN). I looked her up on the IMDB and, sure enough, she was married to Mr. Personality up there (and I wish he wore a mask like his pathetic namesakes on Fox). Carre, on the other hand, is famous for two reasons; 1) she blue steeled her way through a Razzie-nominated performance in "Wild Orchid" in which she and the smirk up there actually were bumping butt-uglies for real during the climatic fuckfestfreeforall, and 2) she barely survived a stormy marriage to said-scumbag that drove her to bulimia, depression, and heroin, the last of which she almost overdosed on. That's right, in between dodging Mickey's punches (sometimes successfully, sometimes not) she shot up brown sugar. I feel bad for her...

Almost.

Mickey Rourke, at the beginning of his career, shot out like a cannonball onto the American film screen. With his early roles in Diner, 9 1/2 weeks and Angel Heart, his soft voice but intense performances inspired talk of him being the next De Niro or Pacino. However, a series of really bad choices (Wild Orchid being the pinacle) led to his demise as a serious Hollywood player, as well as his bad behavior, out of control drinking and drug use, and ill-advised pathetic foray into professional boxing (He got knocked out with one punch). But...

BUt BUT BUT...the ladies just could resist this douchebag.

I have no details about Mickey and Debra...I can only assume the worst and thank God the poor girl is still alive.

Carrie, though still alive and kicking as a plus size model, was not so lucky. Mickey spent their entire relationship either beating the crap out of her, or, especially so, any guy who would look at her the wrong way. Apparently, Carrie, upon going into Alcoholics Anonymous, befriended a guy who suggested they go to the gym together. Old Mickey found about this, went to the gym, and beat the shit out of him. Class. Pure class.

What continues to baffle me is why women continue to jump once more into the breach dear friends of adultery, black eyes and bruised jaws. I know bad boys keep you ladies on your toes but give me a fucking break. This is why I say I “almost” feel sorry for them. If a guy hits, you, run. Get a divorce and a restraining order. Any guy who would hit a woman is a scumbag, pure and simple. And you can’t change them. I’m sure I’m simplifying a more complicated matter, but…but but but…just leave the bastard already!!!

But back to where the blame really lies…

Suarez and I have talked about waiting until Mickey is about 65 or 70, and then tracking him down and beating the shit out of him. We figure we’ll push him in his wheelchair down a flight of stairs, and then take revenge on behalf of every woman who has been dumb enough to be with him. POW I’ll bet Carrie/Debra/takeyourpick SLAM didn’t like getting SMACK the shit kicked BANG out of SPLISH them.

I wouldn’t feel the least bit sorry about it.

But we’ll wait until he’s old and frail.

I hope he doesn’t find this entry.

Then again, we can’t be the only ones who hate him.

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Some Interesting Facts!

Stewardesses' is the longest word typed with only the left hand.

And 'lollipop' is the longest word typed with your right hand.
(Bet you tried this out mentally, didn't you?)

No word in the English language rhymes with month , orange, silver, or purple.

' Dreamt' is the only English word that ends in the letters 'mt'.
(Are you doubting this?)

our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.

The sentence: 'The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog' uses every letter of the alphabet.
(Now, you KNOW you're going to try this out for accuracy, right?)

The words 'racecar,''kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left (palindromes).
(Yep, I knew yo u were going to 'do' this one.)

There are only four words in the English language which end in 'dous': tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.
(You're not possibly doubting this, are you ?)

There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: 'abstemious' and 'facetious.'
(Yes, admit it, you are going to say, a e i o u)

TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row
of the keyboard.
(All you typists are going to test this out)

A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.

A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.
(S imilar to most men)

A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.

A snail can sleep for three years.
(I know some people that could do this too.!)

Almonds are a member of the peach family.

An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
(I know some people like that also. Actually I know A LOT of people like this!)

Babies are born without kneecaps.
They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.

February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.

In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.

If the population of China walked past you, 8 abreast, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.

Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors

Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite!

Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.

The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.

The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.

The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely solid.

There are more chickens than people in the world.

Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.

Women blink nearly twice as much as men.

Now you know more than you did before!!

The bunny and the snake

Once upon a time, in a nice little forest, there lived an orphaned bunny and an orphaned snake.. By coincidence both were blind from birth. One day, the bunny was hopping through the forest and tripped over the snake and fell down.

'Oh, my,' said the bunny, 'I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I've been blind since birth and can't see where I'm going. In fact, since I'm also an orphan, I don't even know what I am.'

'That's ok,' replied the snake. 'Actually, I too, have been blind since birth, and also never knew my mother. Tell you what, maybe I could slitherall over you, and figure out what you are so you'll know.

'That would be wonderful' replied the bunny. So the snake slithered all over the bunny, and said, 'Well, you're covered with soft fur, you have really long ears, your nose twitches, and you have a soft cottony tail. I'd say that you must be a bunny rabbit.'

'Oh, thank you, thank you,' cried the bunny, in obvious excitement. The bunny suggested to the snake, 'Maybe I could feel you all over with my paw, and help you the same way that you've helped me.' So the bunny felt the snake all over, and remarked, 'Well, you're smooth and slippery, and you have a forked tongue, no backbone and no balls. I'd say you must be a team leader, a supervisor or possibly someone insenior management

Scotch with two drops of water

Scotch with two drops of water.
A lady goes to the bar on a cruise ship and orders a Scotch with two drops of water. As the bartender gives her the drink she says, " I'm on this cruise to celebrate my 80th birthday and it's today."
The bartender says, " Well, since it's your birthday, I'll buy you a drink. In fact, this one is on me."
As the woman finishes her drink, the woman to her right says, " I would like to buy you a drink, too."
The old woman says, " Thank you. Bartender, I want a Scotch with two drops of water."
" Coming up," says the bartender.
As she finishes that drink, the man to her left says, " I would like to buy you one, too."
The old woman says, " Thank you. Bartender, I want another Scotch with two drops of water."
" Coming right up," the bartender says. As he gives her the drink, he says, " Ma'am, I'm dying of curiosity. Why the Scotch with only two drops of water?"
The old woman replies, " Sonny, when you're my age, you've learned how to hold your liquor. Holding your water, however, is a whole other issue."

Letter to dogs and cats

The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they
sleep.. It i s not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat’s butt. I cannot stress this enough.