Photojournalism At Its Best, By Brennan Andersonwith Nate Bartlett.
Photojournalism at its best, by Brennan Anderson with Nate Bartlett.
The burrito was good, but I believe this kid can actually get on the roof of anything.
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NSTF Prompt
Every week at No Stranger To Fiction, we finish our meetings with a short prompt. This week, our president picked a random paperback romance from the shelves at Barnes and Noble (where we meet) and requested the story behind the title.
The book was "Undeniably Yours" by Shannon Stacey, and this is what I came up with in five minutes.
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“Undeniably Yours,” was what she signed most of the letters with, followed by his name, Covington, printed in small letters spaced very far apart from each other. That had been his style in the past when he still wrote to Mrs. Covington personally. For years, he had been unaware of how she liked to add that small flair, had been completely oblivious to the way she started the letters with “My Darling—,” that she interlaced his unfailingly somber dictation with the occasional slip of sincerity and always, always sealed the envelopes with a kiss.
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In my head, it's an Edwardian lesbian romance in which a man discovers his secretary and his wife have been staging an illicit love affair through him.
Because the truth is: this is not about children. And when you strip away all the layers and you get to the seed, this is not about children. If it were, these people would go to the sewers in Columbia, they’d go to AIDS wards. There’s millions of babies—they’re thrown out like trash on the streets, like cabbage. Nobody cares about the children once they’re on the planet; they don’t care. They walk around with guns and blow each other up. They have no food, they have nothing. Nobody cares about that. This is not about children. This is about having control over a woman’s sexuality. And some women don’t want to claim that power because they feel ashamed, they feel guilty, they’re torn—love and lust. Christianity has nothing—absolutely nothing to do with that. Nothing. And it saddens me because these people—the anti-choice people could be doing so much for the children that are on the planet.
Tori Amos (via pacify-eris)
“Marie sometimes did more than merely write. In 1999, in East Timor, she was credited with saving the lives of 1,500 women and children who were besieged in a compound by Indonesian-backed forces. She refused to leave them, waving goodbye to 22 journalist colleagues as she stayed on with an unarmed UN force in order to help highlight their plight by reporting to the world, in her paper and on global television. The publicity was rewarded when they were evacuated to safety after four tense days.
This was the essence of Marie’s approach to reporting. She was not interested in the politics, strategy or weaponry; only the effects on the people she regarded as innocents. ‘These are people who have no voice,’ she said. ‘I feel I have a moral responsibility towards them, that it would be cowardly to ignore them. If journalists have a chance to save their lives, they should do so.’
The people of East Timor did not forget their saviour. At the end of her Sunday Times report about her Sri Lankan experience, she wrote: ‘What I want most, as soon as I get out of hospital, is a vodka martini and a cigarette.’ Later that week, having moved briefly to a New York hotel, she was woken by a room-service waiter bearing a tray with a huge bottle of vodka and all the ingredients for her drink of choice. She discovered it had been ‘fixed, God knows how, by the East Timor crowd, the people in the compound’.” - The Guardian’s Roy Greenslade, on journalist Marie Colvin, who was killed by shelling in Syria Wednesday.
[Photo: Marie Colvin in the A&E documentary “Bearing Witness,” on women in war zones. Credit: A&E Indie Films via NY Times]
