Thought for the Day

Amidst the "I really don't care, do u?" contoversy, we should also recall . . .

The Pulitzer and World Press Photos of the Year, continued: 1989, Part #1

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The Pulitzer and World Press Photos of the Year 

 Pulitzer Prizes for Photography:

Between 1942 and 1967 a Pulitzer Prize for Photography was awarded for photojournalism, that is, for photographs telling a news story. In 1968 that award was replaced by awards in two new categories:

·          the Pulitzer Prize for Spot News Photography (photography in the nature of breaking news, as it has been called since 2000); and

·          the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography (human interest and matters associated with new items).

World Press Photo of the Year:

From 1955 World Press Photo has awarded prizes for the best photographs in 10 categories, with an overall award for the image that "... is not only the photojournalistic encapsulation of the year, but represents an issue, situation or event of great journalistic importance, and does so in a way that demonstrates an outstanding level of visual perception and creativity".

The photographs are interesting not only in their own right but for being windows on history.

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Award:	Pulitzer Prize for Spot News Photography
Year:	1989
Photographer:	Ron Olshwanger, a freelance photographer
Photograph(s):	A picture published in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch of a firefighter giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a child pulled from a burning building.

The Photograph:

Ron Olshwanger's prize-winning-photograph of St. Louis firefighter Adam Long trying to breathe life into a 2-year-old girl, Patricia Pettuis, he had pulled from a burning building on Dec. 30, 1988.

Despite his heroic efforts, Pettuis later died at St. Louis Children’s Hospital.

Long received a Medal of Honor for his efforts, but has stated that he didn’t feel very heroic.  “For about a year, I second-guessed myself: ‘Did you really do all that you could have done?' " Long has said that to him, Patricia Pettuis was the hero:  "People are going out and buying smoke detectors because of what they see in that photo.”

The Photographer:

Ron Olshwanger was a furniture dealer and amateur photographer when he took the above photograph in 1988 that won him a Pulitzer in 1989.  Before the award ceremony, Olshwanger commented that ''I'll be feeling kind of funny that I'm there with these professional people whom I admire tremendously.  I'll wonder what I'm doing there.''  With him at the award ceremony were his wife and Adam Long.

Olshwanger has described the taking of the photograph as a “total accident.” ' he said. He had been standing at the fire scene with his Minolta X700 in December when a reporter told him, ''When you get them developed, call me.'' He gave his film to a one-hour developing service and, when he returned to pick it up, he said, the clerk was crying after seeing the photograph.  When he showed it to his wife, she also started to cry.  After the Post-Dispatch bought and published the photograph, people started writing in, asking for copies of the picture.  The newspaper charged them $25 and donated the money to a hospital.

OIshwanger donated all prize money and income received from the photograph to charity and to assisting the poverty stricken family of Patricia Pettuis.

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Award:	Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography
Year:	1989
Photographer:	Manny Crisostomo, Detroit Free Press,
Photograph(s):	A series of photographs depicting student life at Southwestern High School in Detroit.

The Photographs:

Cristomo’s photo series documenting a year in the lives of students and faculty at a city high school earned Detroit Free Press photographer Manny Crisostomo the 1989 Pulitzer Prize for feature photography.  The photo series is called 'A Class Act, the Life and Times of Southwestern High School.'  It was part of an article that examined the violence that faces young people in Detroit.

Crisostomo said he started work on the photo series on Southwestern's first day of school in the 1987-88 school year and followed students and faculty through graduation.  'I worked real hard on it,' he said. 'I think it's a good portrayal on what's going on in the Detroit Public School system. And I hope people can look at it and say, 'There's some problems, there's some good things and some bad things and we need to do something about it. Documenting with my photographs, I want to bring about some changes, however big or small they might be.'

The Photographer:

From:  https://manny.viewbook.com/the_pulitzer_prize 

Manny Crisostomo won a Pulitzer Prize at age 30 and immediately sensed the profound impact the prize could have on the rest of his career.
 So he took his $3,000 Pulitzer Prize money and donated it to Detroit’s Southwestern High School to fund a journalism scholarship for graduating seniors and provide opportunities for others. Those students at Southwestern High School, a racially diverse, inner city school just five miles from the Detroit Free Press newsroom, were the focus of Crisostomo’s Pulitzer-winning feature photography.
 He spent the 1987-88 academic year chronicling life at the school, the successes and struggles of students from troubled neighborhoods overwhelmed by drugs, violence and plant closings.
 “There were drugs everywhere. There was violence everywhere. Yet, it was still high school,” Crisostomo says. “There was dating. There were pep rallies. There was football.”
 That complex and compelling portrait was presented by the Detroit Free Press in June 1988 as a 12-page, ad-free, special section titled “A Class Act, The Life and Times of Southwestern High School.” Crisostomo wrote all the copy and produced all the photos. More than 60 were published in total.

Comments:

BTW:

Southwestern High School closed in 2012, becoming derelict thereafter.

In 2015 Detroit Mayor Mike Duggan Announced the school would be turned into a manufacturing facility employing 600 workers.

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World Press Photo of the Year, 1989, tomorrow.

Quote for the Day

The Street Art of Eduardo Kobra

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Eduardo Kobra (born January 1, 1976) is a Brazilian street artist. He is notable for painting murals, usually depicting portraits with a technique of repeating squares and triangles. Kobra utilises bright colours and bold lines while staying true to a kaleidoscope theme throughout his art. 

Using brushes, airbrush, and spray cans, he depicts notable people from the past in a realistic, kind and sensitive way, achieving almost photorealism but in an abstract, a keleidoscopic format. At the same time, he sometimes also creates black and white works, departing from famous figures, with a common theme in his work being the fight against pollution, global warming, destruction of forests and war. 

Starting as a tagger, he evolved into an artist with a unique mural style. His project Walls of Memory in Sao Paulo, depicting contrasting scenes from the past, has led to further local and overseas works. 

Walls of Memory images 

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Gallery . . . 

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Portrait of Oscar Niemeyer, on a building in São Paulo. 

Detail 

Showing scale and difficulty 

Kiss, a mural copied from an iconic photograph of a sailor kissing a nurse in Times Square at the announcement of the end of World War 2. 

Below Kiss was a mural featuring scenes from New York in 1945, most prominently a trolley with the destination “Times Square” along with automobiles and dapper pedestrians. You may notice that I have used the past tense “was”. That is because the building owner has painted over both murals . . . 

As it looks now. Sad. 

An example of before and after, the reverse of the before and after of The Kiss.

Mt Rushmore mural, Los Angeles 

Painting Mt Rushmore 

Yoda, Miami 

The largest mural created by a single person which coincided with the Rio 2016 Olympic Games. The mural measures an area of almost 3,000 square metres, is 190 metres long and 15.5 metres high and now holds a Guinness World Records Title. Probably largest mural in the world, "We are all One" is located in Rio de Janeiro. The mural illustrates indigenous people from the five continents, the concept being based on the five Olympic Rings. 

Detail 

Albert Einstein, Los Angeles 

Afghan Girl, from a National Geographic cover, painted in solidarity with refugees. 

Cubatão, Brazil 

The Beatles, Sao Paolo, Brazil 

Peace, Rome. The work depicts a portrait of Malala Yousafzai, known for her activism for rights to education and women rights. 

Anne Frank, Amsterdam.

Thought for ther Day

Funny Friday

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Something different for today’s Funny Friday . . . a couple of longer items, the first being a short story that I recall I posted some years ago and that I came across again yesterday.

One of the items has risqué language so proceed at yown risk.

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Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Patrick Hanifin and could I please speak to Robin Carter?" Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me!

I couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits. After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number

still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled "You're a jerk!" and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "Jerk," and put it in

my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills, or had a really bad day, I'd call him up. He'd answer, and then I'd yell, 'You're a jerk!" It would always cheer me up.

Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the jerk. Then one day I had an idea. I dialled his number, then heard his

voice, "Hello." I made up a name. "Hi. This is Herman with the telephone company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with our caller ID program?" He went, "No!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a jerk!"

And the reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 722-4822.

The old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking space. I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the

stall. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she's finally leaving.

All of a sudden this black Camaro come flying up the parking isle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can't just do that, Buddy. I was here first!" The guy climbed out of his Camaro, completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn't even hear me. I thought to myself, this guy's a jerk, there's sure a lot of jerks in this world. I noticed he had a For Sale sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I'm at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 722-4822 and yelling, "You're a jerk!" (It's really easy to call him now since I have his number on

speed dial). I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I'd better call this guy, too.

After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said, "Hello." I said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro for sale?" "Yes it is." "Can you tell me where I can see it?" "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and the car's parked right out front. I said, "What's your name?" "My name is Don Hansen." "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home in the evenings." "Listen Don, can I tell you something?" "Yes." "Don, you're a jerk!" And I slammed the

phone down. After I hung up I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialler.

For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two jerks to call. Then after several months of calling the jerks and hanging up on them, the whole thing started to seem like an obligation. It just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be.

I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution. First, I had my phone dial Jerk #1. A man answered nicely, saying "Hello." I yelled "You're a jerk!" But I didn't hang up. The jerk said, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "Stop calling me." I said, "No." He said, "What's your name, Pal?" I said, "Don Hansen." "Where do you live?" "1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black Camaro's parked out front." "I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers." "Yeah, like I'm really scared, jerk!" and I hung up.

Then I called Jerk #2. He answered, "Hello." I said, "Hello, jerk!"  He said, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll what?" "I'll kick your butt." "Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now , jerk!" And I hung up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them a big gang fight was going down at 1802 West 34th Street. After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.

I turned onto 34th Street and parked my car under the shade of a tree half a block from Jerk #2's house. There were two guys fighting out front.

Suddenly there were about 12 police cars and a helicopter. The police wrestled the two men to the ground and took them away.

A couple of months go by and I get a call for jury duty. I was picked o be on a trial of two guys charged with disorderly conduct. As luck would have it, it happened to be the same two guys. I might have influenced the jury, because when they announced the verdict, they said, "We the jury find the defendants to be guilty, and a couple of jerks!"

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In the jungle, a group of explorers hear distant drumming. Their native bearers suddenly seem very afraid. The expedition's leader asks them, "What's going on?"  A native bearer replies, "Very bad when drumming stops."  So the leader asks, "Why, what happens then?"  The bearer explains, "Bass solo starts."

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The Lone Ranger and his mate Tonto were being chased by Indians when they just managed to get in to the Alamo.  Custer came out of his office and shouted to the Lone Ranger " How many Indians are there?”  "I don't know, I wasn't counting," he replies.

"Tonto, how many Indians were there, mate?”  Tonto puts his ear to the ground and says "100, kemosabe.”  “There's a hundred," shouts the Lone Ranger to Custer.

"Are they all on horseback?" replies Custer.  Fuck me, thinks the Lone Ranger to himself.  "Tonto,  mate" say's the Lone Ranger... "Are they all on horseback?”  Tonto rolls his eyes but gets his ear to the ground again and says "There's 70 on horseback and rest are on foot kemosabe."  "There's 70 on horseback and the rest are on foot" shouts the Lone Ranger to Custer.

"Have they all got guns?" say's Custer.  Jesus fucking wept, curses the Lone Ranger under his breath, "Tonto... Have they all got guns, pal?”  Tonto is pissed off by this time but once again places an ear to the ground and replies “There's sixty with guns and the rest have bows and arrows."  The Lone Ranger shouts over to Custer "There's sixty with guns, the rest have bows and arrows."

Custer takes a moment’s reflection, then shouts down to the Lone Ranger “He's a clever fucker, your mate, ain't he?”  "Fuck off you dopey twat," replies The Lone Ranger....  "He's looking under the gate."

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Farted on the bus and 14 people turned around.

I felt like I was on The Voice.

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You Know It's Going to Be A Bad Day When:

1. You wake up face down on the pavement.

2. You put your bra on backwards and it fits better.

3. You call Suicide Prevention and they put you on hold.

4. You see a "60 Minutes News Team" waiting in your office.

5. Your birthday cake collapses from the weight of the candles.

6 Your son tells you he wishes Anita Bryant would mind her own business.

7. You turn on the news and they're displaying emergency routes out of your city.

8. Your twin sister forgets your birthday.

9. You woke up to discover that your waterbed broke and then you realise that you don’t have a waterbed.

10. Your horn goes off accidentally and remains stuck as you follow a group of Hells Angels on the freeway.

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Gallery:

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Corn Corner:

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My Dad said you should always be up front with everyone.

Great bloke, shit goalkeeper!

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The wise old Mother Superior from county Tipperary was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it. Then one nun took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.

Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother Superior drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.

"Mother", the nuns pleaded, "Please give us some wisdom before you die". She raised herself up in bed with a pious look on her face and said, "Don't sell that cow".

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So I’m at the Wailing Wall, standing there, like a moron, with my harpoon.

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I have kleptomania. But when it gets bad, I take something for it.

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A fellow from Barnsley suffering from piles goes to the local chemist and says " 'ere lad, does tha sell arse cream?"

The chemist says "Aye lad, Magnum or Cornetto?"