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Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Graven Images

Dutch from Sweet Juniper has a great post up about his Flickr pictures being stolen and used for a certain parenting website. I am so sorry that this happened to him but so glad that he wrote about it.

Blogging about your family and posting pictures seems harmless enough. It's a good way to share your life, stories, writing, photos with people who are far away and it is an excellent place to hone your writing skills. I think when folks start a site they are not thinking about some corporation or pervert borrowing their pictures or words (side note: and it's never who you want borrowing your pics/words, is it? It's not like MOMA is emailing you to say, hey can we include that photo of your little one in our permanent collection?) But it can happen and does frequently, most times without the blogger/photographer knowing it, which is ridiculous because why not take the 5 seconds to email the photographer to ask if perhaps you can publish the picture? So then you are put in the very bummed out position to either make your Flickr photos private (like we did) or to stop posting pictures altogether. It leads to a lot of editing because now you know someone, somewhere out there is maybe trying to rip you off. And that's just a lousy framework to work from.

For me, it's not that someone is gonna steal a photo or an idea (even though that happened once and it felt very, very not nice.) I never thought about that until I starting blogging at said parenting website. It began when some ladies in the playground recognized Mamie and made a comment about her being cuter in person (which I hadn't realized was a backhanded compliment until right now.) I had only published one picture of her, but after that remark, I was like, no mas! There is something lovely when you get a compliment from a total stranger about your kid but there is also something way creepier about someone recognizing your kid from some dumb post that you wrote. After that my posts became very generic and the only photos I posted were copyright free clipart. That sort of defeated the whole personal blogging thing and so I left. But that's me. There are still wonderful bloggers there doing what I wasn't able to.

So it's a slippery slope and one that I didn't encounter when I did the zine and spent many hours laboring over each word, each piece of clipart, each little hand cut thingie to be glued onto another thingie. The act of making the issue gave me the time to slow down and really see what the hell I was putting out there. Desktop publishing is great and immediate and powerful. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it these days. Sometimes I think that writing here is just a way not to write elsewhere. Again, the immediacy of it all is a pull for me. Look, I wrote something! And it will never go away! Even if I want it to! I need to tame my impulsiveness before I blog, I think. "The Save button before the Publish button" is my new mantra.

While reading through the archives of Sweet Juniper, I came across a comment from Dutch about how he thinks the internet is not all full of perverts. He believes in the good of people (forgive me, I'm paraphrasing or perhaps just reading into something). I want to think like that again. I want to write funny stories without in the back of my mind wondering if you-know-who is lurking here and will nick my idea and get a 6 figure deal writing a book based on it. But what's the alternative? Not writing?

Nah. Not writing every little thing publicly. I think I can do that. Without pictures, but I think I can do that.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Home Alone

Today was the first day that I left Mamie at school. She started last week and I really thought I was going to be one of the moms who wouldn't get to leave the class til after Thanksgiving. I was very wrong. The very first day of class Mamie didn't even know I wasn't there in the room with her. I couldn't bring myself to leave the building, so I sat with the other parents in the lobby and had a cup of tea and tried to not appear nervous. An hour later, I went in to get Mamie and she looked at me as if to say "wait, you weren't here?" She hadn't realized I wasn't with her because she was having so much fun.

So this morning was the first 2.5 hour class and after dropping her off in the classroom I sat in the lobby for 15 minutes. The kindly director of the school came out and gently told me that I could leave anytime I wanted.

"Mamie is having a great time," she said.

So I headed home. It felt weird to be in the house without her. While I've been saying that I'm going to use this time to write, I found myself just keeping busy until it was time to pick her up. Did it feel good? Kinda, but I can't tell yet.

I took my place in line to pick her up and my knees just about buckled when she caught sight of me and a huge grin spread on her face. Of course she had a great morning and told me all about her snack and the toy motorcycle she rode and the little girl named Rebecca that liked playing with her. When we got to the house she plopped on the couch next to me and asked if she could lay her head on my lap.

I know that I must sound ridiculously ridiculous but I've been taking care of Mamie for 2.8 years now and she's always been around. This is a great thing for her to be independent and I know that. I just gotta learn the same lesson for myself.

Monday, September 17, 2007
Possible Exciting News That I'm Sure As Soon As I Mention Won't Happen

A few weeks ago I got an email from someone at The Jewish Museum in Manhattan. I get emails like this from time to time, that is, people asking about Plotz or wanting to know why I stopped producing the zine or just wanting some back issues. It makes me happy to know that folks still think about the zine. It reminds me of when I was first doing the zine and would go to my PO Box and get a bunch of heartfelt handwritten letters, with a buck tucked neatly inside. Anyway, this man wanted to know if the museum could possibly acquire the mock ups I used to make Plotz for their permanent collection. It took me about 4 seconds to say, hells yeah!

So I met with the curator on the floor of our apartment -- the only place big enough to stretch out the issuses and really look at them. We looked at my crazy sheets of paper with white out tape on, individually cut Jewish stars and nutty clipart. I hadn't pulled these originals out for years and seeing all of them on the floor reminded me of what a great time I had making the zine. Although I typed most of the pieces on the computer, I hand cut and pasted everything onto folded 8 1/2 by 11 pieces of paper, usually during a caffeine fueled weekend while watching kooky movies or Twilight Zone marathons. It was always so satisying to hold the issue up after I was finished. I made this. Although blogging is fun, it's just not the same as creating something that you can hold in your hand.

The curator asked me what kind of price I'd be looking for in exchange for handing over my goods. I was dumbfounded (still am.) How do you measure passion and creativity on a monetary scale? What's the going rate for whited-out copy and pictures of vintage clipart with Jewish stars pasted all over them? Will I get extra for the typos? I had no idea and was honest with him so I told him to show his superiors and then get back to me. Wondering if I will hear "She's a genius!" or "What the hell is this?"

Then I asked where exactly would the Plotzs live. "On permanent display?," I asked tentatively "or would they be in a drawer somewhere?" "Probably in a drawer", he said. But first I'd get to be a part of some kind of show before they were put in some back room. It doesn't depress me to think of my work hidden in some drawer in a museum in New York City. I actually like the idea. Maybe years from now some student will be searching through stuff and come across my zine and think OhMyGod This Is Ridiculous.

I haven't heard back yet about the final verdict but it's kinda nice to think that my work is museum worthy or at least museum worthy maybe. It's a little strange though to realize that I am part of another generation of writing. Am I retro? Whatever the verdict, seeing my old issues really got me excited and motivated to get back at writing. The past 2+ years of taking care of Mamie has been all consuming with no time/real head space/energy/ability to put two words together to sit and think about what I want to write about next. But it's started to flow again. And whether I'm in a museum of not, I'll be back to creating something, which is enough for me right now.




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