February 23, 2008
It's been way too long!
By KAT CAVERLY
And what HAVE I been doing?
Well there's the long and the short of it. I'll start with the short story. I have been lost in the vortex that is Facebook. Launching our newest greeting product Giftums on Facebook in December was nothing short of a harrowing experience. We have problems with programmers and the so called F8 evangelist culture. Beside getting some really bad advice (and paying for it), despite programming ills that proved I was woefully our of my league, we created an amazing product AND succeeded in launching the Greetums app by Christmas.
We have a few subscribers and some really loyal customers who inspire me daily, but I still have my work cut out. First of all we need the world to be able to come into our card shop and just browse; no "require join", no Facebook, just browse. And next we have to be able to send cards to any email address, not just to your Facebook friends.
Turns out your Facebook friends ain't necessarily your real friends and that the gold rush of application developers have delayed what might eventually be a great marketplace. I still believe that greeting cards belong in any space that is dedicated to communication and staying in touch. After all greeting cards were the first social networking tool in the real world.
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December 13, 2007
Snow! Snow! Snow!
By KAT CAVERLY
I don't think I could be any happier. The simple feeling that I finally have the strength
to shovel snow again...and just in time! This is our third snow and our first big snow
of the season and I was thrilled to be out playing in it.
The thing that I was most proud to report is that I did all of that by myself and in only
10 minutes.
Pure satisfaction. Tis the season!
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July 9, 2007
If you can't stand the HEAT...
it's time to get out of Hell's Kitchen!
Alot has happened over the past 4 weeks and I apologize for the silence. But we
have decided to leave this neighborhood in search of space. Details to follow!
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May 24, 2007
Color Me Greetums
©Greetums 2007, photos by TH Reeve
In search for the perfect colors, and lighting, for Greetums, Tom and Kat took a day trip to
Cape May, New Jersey; a bucolic Victorian seaside resort at the southern most tip of
New Jersey. Although Tom had spent many summers on the jersey shore, together they
have only had one vacation in the last 26 years. And that was two weeks in Cape May.
We think of Greetums as a place and as a place Kat thinks of the Shoppe as a little Victorian
store but on a very small scale. The colors, the light, the Victoria styles on such a small
scale. TomKat wants to build a little Victorian storefront in Hell's Kitchen, New York!
Cape May, New Jersey 2007
Between them they have over 350 images; Kat concentrated on the colors and lighting that
caught her eye, the architectural details. she looked for the examples that were perfect for
Greetums in my mind's eye. Tom made great photos, incuding the portrait of Kat which
I adore.
Lighting at the shore is pretty much perfect at all hours; bright but totally idyllic, it is god's light. The colors are deep and pastel, smoky and sun bleached. At this time of the year
everything is fresh and ready for the summer. TomKat are planning to go down again for the
historic Christmas celebration. We'll keep you posted.
By the Greetums Lady
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May 20, 2007
I can be very Generous.
New York. If you can make it here you can make it anywhere; or so the saying goes. It's
where the salt of the earth meet the state of the art. And no place has more color than
42nd Street.
Here you have Disney, movie houses, Broadway theaters and creepy wax covered celebrities.
What some actors won't do for a buck.
I love this town.
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May 19, 2007
Forget Me Nots
Photo by THOMAS HUDSON REEVE
Ah springtime in Hell's Kitchen; it's like that old New York joke.
It's Springtime in New York. THE tree is in bloom, and THE bird is singing.
No seriously. Our local community garden is spectacular this year and Tom has been busy
documenting the flourishing every few days, while I have been steadily working on my crash
course in how to "Win websites and influence Servers".
Things are going to be alright and it really helps to see things being built so strong!
It's the weekend of the Ninth Avenue Food Festival which means that the National Stationery Show is in town, and the New York dreamteamsters are joining me in a marathon three hours of walking the Javits Center and soaking in all things gift and greetings.
I am dreaming of having a booth in the 2008 show. It all looks so good in my head! I
continue to work on the uniform for the Greetums Lady and it just tickles me to brainstorm
(and daydream) about the Shoppe.
The dream includes our flagship store which is going to really be the sets for Greetums TV.
We all need a little Christmas right this very minute!
By Kat Caverly
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May 16, 2007
Look at me! I'm a Webmaster!!
I feel all grown up. I am using words like Plesk and MySQL and I know what they mean. I am working with the coolest hosting company on the planet, Rackspace, This is just a quick note to make sure everything is working ok.
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March 5, 2007
Don't Push Me
Cuz I am Close to the Edge
Is it true that a crisis is necessary for a breakthrough? Or may it just simply cause a break!
I find myself exhilerated by the challenges, and yet at the same time I wonder if I would just
prefer a break; like a coffee break! Like, give me a break!! Oh well, if you can't stand the heat
you got to get out of Hell's Kitchen!
On the road again...
Sorry I know that I am being cryptic but I am not very good at keeping a secret either, and
I am busting at the seams. I got nothing to show for 5 weeks of the hardest work I have
every done except a Little Levity! and so it goes!
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August 3, 2006
MySpace Is Our Space Too
By DEANNA DAHLSAD
Yes, being children at heart, we had to give in to our desires to see and be seen, and so we've hopped on the MySpace bandwagon.
For those of you who are 'at' MySpace, we invite you to meet us there:
Befriend myspace.com/noevilproductions, and subscribe to the blog for all the inside info on No Evil Productions, including animation projects.
Fans of our original music and songs, befriend myspace.com/umoro, and don't forget to subscribe to the blog. (The update notices mean you won't miss a thing!)
For those enamored with Kat Caverly, the genius behind it all, you may befriend her at myspace.com/katcaverly.
For those of you who are not MySpace addicts, please note that we will not stop blogging here -- MySpace activities will be in addition to business as usual over here. :)
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July 2, 2006
Truth, Justice, and the American Way
By KAT CAVERLY
"Truth, Justice, and the American Way"; these words had more to do with the formation of my basic ideals than my family, truth be told. So, yes, I have a strong opinion about the character of Superman. I consider him family.
I first discovered Superman comic books at the corner drug store in 1961. And I think the monthly issues were 12¢. Four times a year the BIG books were published. They were a quarter. And I bought every one of them until the summer of 1966, at age 11 when I decided that I was too old for comic books.
I started collecting again the year that DC decided that Superman was DEAD, Superman #75, January 1993. What??? How could that be?? Superman was invulnerable, or at least he was back in 1966. Well to say the least Superman's abilities, and his stories, have always gone through as many changes as writers and illustrators.
I love the notion that there was someone fighting for what was good about mankind. And yes, Superman is a uniquely American character, but also an alien; not from this country. The metaphors fly too but what offended me most about this new movie, "Superman Returns" was the references to Jesus Christ.
Yes I did NOT like this new movie. But I hadn't liked the first Christopher Reeve version either and never saw the others in the theater. They just don't ring true to me for some reason. I like all of the other comic book genre movies; Spawn, Spiderman, The Matrix, so I thought with all of this great effects technology, I am going to LOVE this new Superman.
When I first saw some preview photos I noticed that Superman's eyes were brown, YES, brown! They at least had the decency to make his eyes blue for the release. And the costume, looked too rubbery. This actor he looked the part, just a bit too young for this time in Superman's life. I would have loved Tom Welling to do this movie, but his contract with "Smallville" must have prevented that being even a possibility. Ok, Brandon Routh has that look of goodness that is necessary, but I hated the way they depicted the flying. It was mostly floating.
And the story, geez, I guess they spent all of their money on the effects. When are they going to write a Superman movie worthy of this character? With Spiderman, they got to tell the whole story, from the beginning. That story has been told and "Smallville" has done a great job of telling the story of what happened right before Clark Kent became Superman. Now is the time to tell the next part, WHEN did Superman start being Superman?
Sure I know, but it is a story worthy of a movie and it could be set in our modern times of worry about terrorism. We don't need a "Saviour"; we need a hero!
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June 26, 2006
Grab a Spoon and a Toothbrush
By DEANNA DAHLSAD
On June 26, 1498, the bristle toothbrush, was invented in China. The bristles were actually the stiff hairs taken from the back of a boar's neck and attached to handles made of bone or bamboo. These boar bristles were used until 1938, when nylon bristles were introduced with the first nylon toothbrush called Doctor West's Miracle Tuft Toothbrush, made by Dupont de Nemours.
Ironically, June 26th is also National Chocolate Pudding Day, which is a much sweeter subject altogether.
Though time, many different kinds of foods have been called pudding. The first puddings made by ancient cooks were meat-based and similar to sausages, and even Medieval puddings were still mostly meat-based. By the 17th century, the English also made sweet puddings of flour, nuts and sugar, such as the old nursery rhyme "pease porridge" which was a simple boiled pudding of pease meal.
The creamy, rich dessert we Americans call pudding is more related to custard. In fact, some say that pudding is just another word for a chocolate mousse made with custard which gives the pudding "body" and heaviness that distinguish it from a mousse. (It's the ingestion of the custard which leads to the heaviness of my body as well.)
In the late 19th century, some American social reformers and food companies began promoting custards and puddings as health foods, stating these foods were especially nutritious for children, the elderly, and invalids. Even chocolate pudding was perceived as a health food! With this promotional push, puddings and custards quickly went from cookbook recipes to instant mixes, and eventually, to ready-to-eat snack packages.
But whatever you prefer to call it, pudding, mousse or custard, all I know is that chocolate pudding doesn't seem to hold a candle to birthday cake *wink* and that you'd better brush after you eat it.
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June 14, 2006
Wave the Flag
By THOMAS HUDSON REEVE
June 14 is Flag Day in the USA. That’s very nice. It’s a nice flag. It is one of the symbols
of this great republic. We’ve got a few other nice symbols and that’s handy because some
work better than others in certain situations, but flags, and pictures of flags (called “flags”)
can go almost anywhere. You can carry them into battle, put them on a car, a coffin or a
bag of chips. You can wear a flag on your shoulder, or on your shorts.
Wherever you find our flag, it means that we the “United States of Americans” are here.
That is all it actually means.Here we be. That’s it. In my way of thinking the more
important question is: What does the “United States of America” mean? The Flag stands
for the United States, so now, what does the United States stand for?
The way you enhance respect for the flag is to honor the republic for which it stands.
That republic is actually described in another important symbol, The Constitution.
The Constitution is really more than a symbol, because it actually is the idea itself,
the plan, the recipe for a great republic carefully written down to guide generations
of Americans through good times and bad. It talks a lot about the freedom of the
individual to speak, to worship, to live as they like, and it carefully delineates protection
for each citizen from the abuse of power by the very Government being formed. It protects
the common citizens rights and freedoms from their own leaders, and it makes those
leaders beholden to the common citizens.
Just stop there for a moment - That is an amazing, almost miraculous thing to have
happened. How often in history do you find the powerful limiting themselves out of
humility? The wisdom of it is astounding.
It was part of something called “The Enlightenment” for a reason. It deserves a good flag.
Done.
But this week – with all the extraordinary problems facing the U.S. Government (let’s just
leave it at that) The Congress is debating a constitutional amendment to protect the flag
from the citizens, limiting their freedom and criminalizing their discontent. They also gave
themselves a raise.
When a symbol becomes more important than the thing it is meant to symbolize then it
is a fetish. Originally used to describe magical charms and idols, a fetish is an inanimate
object seen as so imbued with mystical power that it is worshipped in and of itself.
Well, that is one explanation. Not too enlightened, but there it is. Another possible
explanation is best expressed by the famous Dr. Samuel Johnson in the year 1775 –
“Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel”
Wave your Flag proudly, but remember that’s the easy part.
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May 26, 2006
The Buzz
By DEANNA DAHLSDA
For generations, cool kids have used buzz marketing to get the word out on
all the cool events and gossip. There were no posters or giant hallway
banners for the party at Brian's house, yet everyone knew not only when and
where to show up, but what to wear. And the undesirables never knew about
it until Monday, when it was over and everyone was talking about it.
Passing notes, even in class, was one good way to start spreading the news,
as was whispering as you passed in the halls. The news spread from cool kid
to cool kid just fine. Like today's emails, instant messages, and 'tell a
friend' features on websites, cool kids are still passing the hottest tips,
the latest information from one cool kid to another cool kid.
Like a website? Want to show them where you got the best deal? Want to
invite them to the party at Brian's house? Cut and paste the URL or the
MapQuest information, and presto!
Like the teachers who found you holding the note and asked you to share it
with the class, there are companies and governments who want to read your
notes. Some companies just want to know if you think they are cool.
Others, like Google and Google Mail, proclaim they want to base their
popularity rankings on your votes of what is cool and interesting. But the
governments, they just want to make sure you like the right things. And if
they disapprove of what you think is cool, you may end up in detention or
worse...
I don't know about you, but I don't want others reading my notes -- not the
ones I send, nor the ones I receive. Nor do I want others to tell me what
parties I can go to, who my friends are, or where I hang out in my free
time. I'm an adult, darnit. And when it comes to my children, I prefer to
be the one to monitor, teach and yes, if necessary, remove inappropriate
materials from their hands.
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May 12, 2006
New York City :: 25th Anniversary
By Kat Caverly
Twenty-Five years ago today I saw New York City for the first time from the window of a plane. My
audible gasp let everyone around me know it was my first time. Would New York be gentle with me?
I was born in Chicago but I found my home when I landed in New York City. It scared me and no
place had ever scared me before this. I was on my way to Paris but decided that I would stay in
New York until I was no longer afraid. And by that time I didn't want to leave anymore.
There is an energy to this city. An energy that I knew right away would make things happen; an
energy that made things possible that I wouldn't have even dreamt about anywhere else. Mostly
it was the energy of the people; people from all over the world. On the streets I heard every
language; even languages I had never heard before.
I met the love of my life here, also in 1981; Tom Reeve. 1981 was an amazing year and it was
way before the Internet and although now I have expanded my horizons and I know that I no
longer have to be in New York City to connect to the energies of other artists, I am a
New Yorker and I am proud to say so.
Happy Anniversary New York City...here's to the next 25 years!
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May 3, 2006
Lunch At The Cool Kids Table
By DEANNA DAHLSAD
Do you remember being in school and entering the lunch room? You could
be a visitor from another galaxy and see the divisions... the group of
jocks here, the geeks there... pockets of persons defined by their
actions and interests which become their labels. I see it again when I
visit my children's schools. And as their schools have more ethnic
diversity than mine did, the pockets are often arranged by color and
accent as well as afterschool activities. Even in grade school there
are little pockets of little people.
Despite these pockets of people being formed somewhat naturally based on
interest, each group is not only visually separated, but they are rather
visually identified. The clothing, the school jackets and athletic
uniforms, help you id the jocks. The pocket protectors and A/V
equipment of the nerds etc etc. But you are also identified by the
company you keep. And this is where the groups are unnaturally formed,
for no longer can one person leave his group, even temporarily, to join
another. Each is branded with a label. Even as adults this happens.
Models can't know anything about advances in nuclear medicine.
Accountants can't be funny or draw etc etc.
It's silly, because people have more than one interest. We can, and
ought to be able to join and leave groups at any point, based on our
interests and abilities. Remember how those kids in The Breakfast
Club all discovered that if they looked past what they saw, and what
labels each person had, they had many things in common? The internet is
like a giant Breakfast Club experience!
Sure, we were all fed that "Free to be you and me" stuff, and while I'm not
knocking it as an ideal, humans still like to categorize people. We
like to label them, group them with others with the same label -- and we
prefer to have them remain that way. Now, the internet provides one of
the greatest freedoms of all: the freedom to be "me and me" (or "you and
as many 'you's as you'd like").
Where once upon a time -- or more specifically, a place -- your key to
the A/V room may have prevented you from sitting and talking film with
the pompon squad, the internet has taken that all away. You are only
seen by your user ID, and whatever information you provide in a profile.
While the media is full of stories of the dangers of the internet,
warning you that 45 year old Bill is really 13 year old Susan, or vice
versa, this anonymity of only revealing what you wish has its benefits.
You want to be seen as a wild artist type, choose a user ID that
proclaims this to the world! Put 'bon vivant' as your job title!
Voila! Now, I don't recommend lying. Omit details you feel limit you,
or opt to use real descriptors you find fit the group best. (Leave out
your model portfolio at the medical site. List your hobbies, but leave
the work are blank.) But don't lie -- because if the other kids accept
you and you've lied, well, who will you eat lunch with? (Only the
group labeled 'liars', that's who!)
No longer are you judged by your hair style, athletic awards and
spelling bee certificates (or lack thereof), job description, or
considered to be too pretty to know what you are talking about. If you
can no longer be judged by your unseen pocket protector or letterman's
jacket, your gender, race, age, employer or any label you wish can also
be unseen. (At least as long as you choose not to disclose it!)
You can have unique user IDs and profiles at each site (interest group)
-- even more than one ID at the same site, should you wish it...
Persons will still gravitate to areas of interest, but they may not only
move fluidly between groups, but they can also belong to multiple groups
-- have multiple labels -- at the same time. Now the A/V nerd can be a
football expert. The accountant may present his own comics. (Maybe the
A/V nerd grew up to be an accountant, and now he or she is both a
football expert and a webcomic, who knows?!) What we now have are
individuals reacting to each other based on mutual interests and forming
opinions based on personality, ability, and the individual experiences
of interacting with each other.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if this way of relating to one another on the
internet was transfered to us in real life?
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April 29, 2006
Dreaded Bliss: A Labor of Love
By KAT CAVERLY
I have always been about hair. HAIR I AM! But nothing compares to having
dreadlocks. First off I thought I couldn't have dreadlocks. Next I thought
it required no work at all. I was wrong on both counts.
Anyone, with any kind of hair, can make dreadlocks. And it requires many
rituals and lots of work and workers. You cannot do it alone and have beautiful
dreadlocks. And even with help, half the time they are very messy. It is part of
the locking process. That is why you see folks with dreadlocks wearing various
hats, scarves, tams, bandanas.
Washing dreadlocks is more of a bathing and requires planning. And within 24
hours you must wax and twist them otherwise they will combine and do their
own thing.
I love my dreadlocks. I even dream about them. But they are a constant surprise;
even a shock sometimes. They make me laugh and they cause me worries. They
have taken me more time than any other hairstyle or salon ritual to get use to and
above all they are a commitment.
And they look fabulous with tie-dye!
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March 13, 2006
Why DO Women Talk So Much?
By DEANNA DAHLSAD
Men often ask these questions:
"She just had lunch with her today, why does she need to be on the
phone with her tonight?"
"Why does it take her so long for her to tell one lousy story?"
"Why does she need to send a birthday card to her sister if she's going
to see her at the party on Saturday?"
Men are clearly frustrated by women's need to communicate -- nearly as
much as women are frustrated by the silence of men! So why do
women talk so much?
A female brain can, and will, effortlessly, put out 6,000 to 8,000
spoken words a day. A man's maximum spoken verbage lies between 2,000 to
4,000 spoken words daily -- and if watching my dad and husband is any
indication, it's not without great effort. All of this has its roots
in our survival as a species.
Men evolved from hunters who didn't do much talking. (If you've ever
seen your grandpa and uncles hunt and fish, you know this to be true.
Hours and hours go by, and no one speaks.) While there is evidence to
support that communication was needed among early hunters, most of it
was done prior to setting out to hunt, leaving little for discussion
during the hunting trip itself. This was practical. Too much noise
(conversation) would alert the prey -- at best scaring it away; at worst
turning hunter into hunted.
On the other hand, women went out-and-about not to hunt, but to gather.
As they did this activity in groups, they would keep up a stream of
conversation in order to make sure no one had fallen behind or prey to
animals. For a woman, conversation was literally life itself!
The many life-saving conversations among our female ancestors consisted
of sharing the details of the day's work with other members of the
group. This is also practical, since gathering is all about the
details. You have to know each leaf pattern and shape, and not just
what color, but what shade it is; because eating the wrong plant or
picking the berry at the wrong time could mean death. What better time
to educate the younger or newer members of the group than to with show and
tell? These detailed training conversations are still alive among
gathering societies today -- be it 'primitive' cultures or women
'gathering' at the mall.
When you look at these detailed life saving conversations, it's easy to
see why we women use twice the number of words of our male
counterparts. But there's another aspect to this communication as well.
Think about these groups of women relying upon one another to be trained
in the subtle art of gathering. As they walk along, bent over, looking
for signs of edible goodies, they are also listening to the voices of
the group members. They are not merely listening for tips on spotting
safe foods or cries of 'deep red ripe berries over here!' but for the
tone of voices. Does she sound alarmed? Does she sound too far away?
Urc's been quieter than usual... is she sick? Again, they are paying
attention to the details in the voices themselves. And they also
listening for what is missing... Has Ug's voice been heard recently?
Is she missing?!
Conversations like these, discussions which are clearly meant to teach
and share as well as look out for each other, build trust. You are
entrusting your own life, the lives of your family members, to the other
group members. You have to trust that the information is good. You
have to trust that these people are listening to you.
For women, talking and sharing are bonding experiences which help them
build relationships. Women learn how to trust and who to trust by
communicating and paying attention to the smallest of details. Having
communication reciprocated, to know that others are listing, is a reward
too. So the cycle continues.
Women talk so much because communication never fails to make women feel
understood, comforted and supported. It's proof that we matter! And we
do delight in letting others know that they matter too.
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March 2, 2006
March Madness
Stuck between winter and spring, the weather forcasts more snow for
New York City today. Well I am over and done with it. I think I'll take a
hybernation day!
What do you do when you get the winter blues?
---Kat Caverly
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February 20, 2006
Don't Wish Your Life Away
By DEANNA DAHLSAD
When I was little a girl, I played with Grandma's clothing and Mother's
makeup -- playing dress-up and wishing I were older. Both of them would
giggle at my appearance. Sometimes I would be offended. I wanted them
to see me as a grown-up lady, and I told them so. But then, Grandma
would say, "Dee Dee, don't wish your life away."
As I grew older, Grandma would use that saying whenever I wished for
something. "I wish it was Christmas", "I wish it was summer vacation,"
"I wish I was old enough to date", "I wish I was old enough to get into
the night clubs"; they were all met with "Don't wish your life away."
I don't know exactly when I understood what Grandma meant, but it was
somewhere between my girlish attempts to look older, and my womanly
attempts to look younger. Suddenly, instead of spending time at the
mirror trying to be a Big Girl and wishing for my next birthday, I was
in front of the mirror trying to look younger, and wishing my next
birthday was, well, never.
But, if I had my birthdays as often as I had wished when I was a little
girl, I would have missed the years on the jungle gym. I would have
missed springs and autumns. I would have missed sleep-overs with
girlfriends -- I would have missed my life.
And, conversely, if I didn't have birthdays now, well, at worst I'd be
dead. At best, I'd be frozen here, at 41. Either way, I'd miss my
children growing-up. I'd miss their years on the jungle gyms, their
sleep-over parties, their first dates, and the seasons of their lives.
My grandmother had a saying, "Don't wish your life away." I didn't
understand when I was young, but I do now.
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January 13, 2006
The Holiday Season Continues
By KAT CAVERLY
The holidays seem to loom so large then in a blink they are yesterday's
news. Christmas, Hanukkah, New Year, Orthodox Christmas and New Year;
the dead remains of last year's holidays still remind us and now I am
in mourning.
It is all gone too soon; the cheer, the spirit, the goodwill towards man.
Now we are back to business as usual.
The weather in New York is more like Spring than anything else and
thoughts of The Season now seem like a magical dream. Sure Valentines Day
is looming large but there is nothing like the rapid fire sequence of holiday
after holiday.
Now taking into consideration that there are a few different calendars we
could argue that it is still The Season. Orthodox New Year is tomorrow,
Jan. 14th this year and Chinese New Year is Jan. 29th, and the Jewish
New Year is at the end of September 2006.
So with the global village The Season starts in September and goes all
the way through February. Happy Holidays!
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December 31, 2005
If Pigs Could Fly: 2005 in Review
It was the best of years. It was the worst of years. No, no, scratch that. 2005 was
a year that will go down in infamy. No, no, it was a year when pigs could fly!
This year has convinced me that anything is possible. The Internet is as
amazing as ever. Broadband is even more ubiquitous and sales on e-commerce
sites are the best ever.
We have expanded our content into wireless in Europe and Asia. We created over
two hundred animated e-cards and made our first ever presentation of an idea
for a cartoon series. Ok, it got rejected but even that is a rite of passage. This is
the year we started producing shorts, which required starting to write actual
scripts. And we started to expand our casting of characters into a full-blown
voiceover department, directed by Thomas Hudson Reeve.
Our team grew from a nice round seven to a staff of twenty-two amazing professionals!
We are a band of writers, directors, performers, voices, singers, artists, creators, and
dreamers; digital masters, new media moguls, and maniac movie makers! 2006 is
going to be our year.
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October 6, 2005
It's October...
and the official start of THE Season. How very exciting!
I am seeing pumpkins in the stores and we're working on Christmas and Valentines Day too. I am getting catalogues for the holidays already. WOW. It seems to start earlier and earlier each year.
Are you ready?
Posted by photocartoonist at 1:52 AM
July 31, 2005
More from 1983-1989
Christmas 1983
June 1984 Little Italy
The Curly Years - Jersey Shore 1984
More photos...
48th Street Rooftop 1988
Self-Portrait 1989
In the Pool 1989
As is being revealed my life has been somewhat about my hair. Banana curls, long-long, pixie, perm,
and much more to come. Also through my first 40 years photography was a major driving force of my life.
Posted by photocartoonist at 8:46 PM
Coming to New York City
In 1979 I decided that I was going to Paris, as in Paris France. I wanted to live in a place where they loved their artists and I decided this was best Paris. I had met a family of French restauranteurs in Atlanta and was told that they would help me. So off I went back to Atlanta and left Chicago for good.
But instead of Paris, I ended up in New York City on May 12, 1981.
In New York City I started a series of photo promotions; first an oversized matchbook and then a poster. I believe in the self-portrait. It shows a side that cannot be captured by another photographer. A photograph is more a statement about the photographer than it is a representation of the
person in front of the lense.
The camera does not lie; but it doesnt' really tell the truth either. So at its best photography represents
the vision of the photographer.
From 1979 - 1984 I was a bartender at night to keep from being literally a starving artist. It was a great experience and fostered my fascination with characters.
More photos...
I met my husband and partner Thomas Hudson Reeve in 1982. He use to stop in the bar I worked in and for many months I didn't know his name, just what he drank. We started dating in 1983 and by 1984 were living together. We married in 1990 and our partnership in No Evil Productions is like our second vows!
Ah the start of my holiday series! This photo was taken on July 4, 1985. Little did I know
it then but this was the beginning of working on holidays and birthdays and occasions for
greeting cards. Here it started as photo postcards that I mailed out every month.
1984 was the start of my fine art photography career; photography without a client, but with an even bigger purpose. It was the start of my street photography and my experimentation, my fascination with black and white.
The end of the 1980's marked the end of an era. I had jobs as a bartender, as a photo lab technician, as a photographer, but by 1987 I was working for myself and had started putting together what would become my greeting card designer career.
Posted by photocartoonist at 7:41 PM
July 30, 2005
Graduating to The Apprentice
School, important formative years, that is until I got my Catwoman glasses. And the name; yes the name. I was born Kathleen Anne Klutcharch. The family name was Klutsarets but my father and his brothers, tired of people's inability to spell it, changed their name to Klutcharch; a fact I would have to live down until I changed my name to Caverly in 1973.
I loved those glasses but I was teased unrelentingly. My nicknames included Catwomen and Computer. I wore glasses and or had contact lenses all the way through high school. I don't have any pictures from the years between 1969-1975 because, well, my father threw them away.
When I ran away to be a photographer in 1976, I gave a special box to my father which included my collection of photos taken after I became seriously interested in photography in 1971. When I came back to reclaim them in 1981 I was told that they has been thrown away. I am still not over this loss.
I started my apprenticeship as a photographer in a commerical color lab in Chicago in 1975 and by 1976 I ran away to be a hippie photographer and join a motley band of hangglider pilots. I started to work in studios and soon learned that my specialty was photographing people. I vividly remember my fascination with this belt; a plastic see-through belt with silver sparkled stars.
I also got a tattoo in 1976; a blue crescent moon, yellow star and three red teardrops on my right wrist. As I would find out in 1980, this is my identifiable mark, and except when I have covered it with theatrical make-up you will find it in photos of me over the years.
More photos...
I started my fashion and beauty apprenticeship in Atlanta in 1978 and I learned from some of the best. It was a wild world, however, and I was one of the few women behind the camera.
In order to truly understand what it was like, I decided to come out from behind the camera and I was photographed many times, the whole treatment, make-up artists, hairdressers, designer clothes...
I grew my hair very long and before I cut it in 1980, it got almost to my knees.
But mostly on the set, in the studio every day I looked like this:
I realize by looking at these pictures that things were happening quite fast for me back then. I left school, ran away to be a photographer, lived on a mountain top outside Chattanooga Tennessee and came back to Chicago all within just 4 years. I had graduated high school in 3 years, worked as a keyline and paste-up artist, went back to school and did research in behavioral physiology while studying psychology and became a professional photographer. WOW.
Posted by photocartoonist at 2:41 PM
July 29, 2005
School Daze: the Chicago years
a photo bio-essay by Kat Caverly
I am always amazed by the frufru and girly stuff I was dressed up in as a little girl. Look closely, even my little fingernails are red and check out the matching shoes and purse. And that hat!!
Ah yes, there is one of these in every family album! Take a real close look at this picture and tell me what you really see!!
Oh boy do I remember this photograph. I use to pout alot...I still do. I was prone to tantrums (still am) and never liked being told no. So my father taunted me with the camera when I started to pout; you know the bottom lip coming out. He thought it was funny and he chased me down with the camera. I finally gave up and sat in the shadows.
More pictures....
Between the banana curls, the peddle-pushers and those shoes, WOW!
Now look at those bangs!! Hahaha, even these bangs have a story! This is my thrid grade school photo and my mother got me ready for my close-up; banana curls and all. And she wanted my bangs to be perfect, but they weren't straight and she kept on cutting until they were hardly there at all. I was mortified. This and the collar of my favorite velvet dress sticking out.
Why do we bravely smile no matter what in photographs?
I love family photos and I love that my family took lots and lots of photos. It's great to look back on your life and smile, even laugh.
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:52 PM
July 28, 2005
My Autobiography::A Picture Book
My Life in 50 Pictures by Kat Caverly
I was born on August 7, 1955 at 1:00am on the southside of Chicago. My father contended that I came out talking!
I was put to work before the age of three. My first job was catching dinner. This was my first business failure. But I learned early how to smile through the hard times.
More to come...
My love for the holidays and dressing up animals is a family tradition.
This is the first photograph I remember. I got an Annie Oakley outfit for Christmas and my father, an avid amateur photographer convinced me that I should pose, taking aim at my mother trying to take a nap. I love this photograph and it is the inspiration for my becoming a photographer.
Every picture sure does tell a story. My Uncle Frank was also an avid amateur photographer and I grew up being photographed all of the time. Oh and did I mention that I really did come out talking?!
Every day between now and next Friday I will be posting at least 5 new photographs from my life. It is amazing being a photographer; I have my whole life in pictures and a story about each one.
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:29 PM | Comments (2)
July 26, 2005
A Stand Up Gal
by DEANNA DAHLSAD
In getting her subjects to display their humor & playfulness for the viewfinder, she found that she had a character (or twenty) inside herself. And some of these were not content to be silently adored as prints – no, several of these characters craved the spotlight, laughter & applause.
In order for these characters to achieve such audience adoration, they demanded proper training. Lacking proper identification of their own, Kat Caverly enrolled for them: acting classes, voice work, improv classes, clown school, mime lessons, stand up comedy... For a few, even this wasn't enough: They would require shows of their own.
Through these performances, characters such as Shirley Kenosha, Mona Moore & The Professor received their much loved laughter, & Kat Caverly learned more about what 'funny' was to other people.
With Shirley she clowned around; combining stand up with mime actions to put the 'punch' in 'punch lines.' With Mona she learned that the rhythm of Beat poetry and the rhythm of comedy are very much the same; all adding to the playful qualities of her photos and the humor of the greeting card text.
With The Professor, the lessons were different, but important.
"I had created this funny little man character, The Professor, and I was a lot like a cross between Jerry Lewis and Lucille Ball. I went to this club in full costume (drag if you will) and I had special buck teeth and prosthetic male genitalia and all. We had built special body suits for various characters. I had a male-chest and special tidy-whities.
The low point was being put in a room at a comedy club that I wouldn't have put a stray animal in while I was waiting to go on stage. I found myself telling off the club manager as I left the club!! With those teeth! “ It was the final straw, I never performed at the comedy clubs again after that...”
You could argue that this was yet another example of Kat Caverly's personal character – not wishing to work in such environments. But it would be just as fair to say that her inner characters were divas in search of larger audiences...
For why play New York when you can have the whole world as your audience on the internet?!
Posted by photocartoonist at 11:11 PM
July 23, 2005
Kat Caverly Ends Up on the Streets
photo©Kat Caverly
As Kat Caverly presented her portfolio of photos taken of people at play, she was told her work was too commercial for newspapers, too humorous for corporate use; advertising agencies sent her to magazines, and magazines sent her back to newspapers... Rather than change the very nature of what her photography was, Kat Caverly knew she would have to find a new industry, a new venue for her works - if her photographs were to have any use, she would have to see to that herself. And so she entered the greeting card business - The Photocartoonist was born.
Read Interview with The Photocartoonist.
Posted by photocartoonist at 9:49 PM
July 22, 2005
Finding Characters in New York City
self-portrait 1986©Kat Caverly
In attempts to liberate herself from her work as an assignment photographer & begin to see the better side of humanity than she was witnessing as a bartender, Kat Caverly took to the streets.
Prepared by her lessons in behavioral psychology, armed with releases & her camera, Kat began to flaunt the silly side of people.
“My work as a street photographer was an exploration into humor good nature. Asking adults to play on the street with a perfect stranger (or was it perfectly strange?) taught me a lot about human behavior. I learned quickly that I really didn't need the camera.”
Now that Kat was able to play with her subjects, and make photographs that exposed more than physical features or a list of pre-described attributes, she happily took her film home to see what would develop.
It is here that The Photocartoonist was born: using her knowledge of people and photography to show the characters that are sitting inside human beings.
But what of the characters that lay inside The Photocartoonist?
Posted by photocartoonist at 11:15 PM
July 21, 2005
The Apprenticeship of Kat Caverly
1976-1986
When we last left, Kat Caverly had begun her career in photography.
It wasn't as glamorous as it sounds.
As a commercial & corporate photographer, she had specific assignments - including portrait works. While the job of a portrait photographer is to capture more than the physical likeness of a person, to capture & illustrate their character as well, these portraits were to illuminate the “strong, capable, wise” leader, and shadow their other attributes. This assignment work didn't allow Kat a way to express anything more (or less) than as directed.
These years of working on assignments allowed her to use her training as a behavioral scientist to get people to relax in front of a camera. Kat herself says “I think that the most important element in portrait photography is the ability to relax a person in front of the camera. Over the course of my career I heard being photographed be compared to "going to the dentist" more than just a few times. So the one and only thing that I want my subjects to be thinking about is BREATHING. I will do the rest.”
As a fashion photographer, Kat was allowed to express feelings & meanings, not merely show what things look like. But this too was limited to the assignment. None of this work was allowing to her to use photography to illuminate what she wanted or what she saw in the people she worked with. But she had to pay bills.
At this time Kat also worked as a bartender. It doesn't take a behavioral scientist to tell you that working as a bartender is also not glamorous as it sounds...
Becoming frustrated by seeing the worst of people as a bartender, and having a limited focus as a corporate photographer, Kat Caverly would take to the streets...
excerpts from The Biography by DEANNA DAHLSAD
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:58 PM
July 20, 2005
Kat Caverly:: A Piece of Work
A Career in Five parts (so far)
The Science of Kat Caverly
It's hard to imagine Kat Caverly as a scientist, quietly observing, not interacting with 'the subjects.' (For those that know Kat, just the quiet part seems impossible!) Despite the difficulty picturing her in the role of scientist, she was one.
She'd always had an interest in photography, but once studying with a professor who had a darkroom in the lab, she became even more interested. It remained a hobby though, while she continued to work towards her collateral MD/PHD.
That is until the summer before her last year as an undergrad.
That summer she got a job in a commercial color photo lab. Science may have been her choice, but art was her calling. Combining both, Kat Caverly ended up in love with photography.
And falling in love with a professional photographer; she ran off with him the following summer. That romance may not have lasted, but the love of photography has.
by DEANNA DALSAD
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:00 PM
April 1, 2005
What's Wrong with this Picture?
Happy April Fools Day
April 1st holds a near and dear place in my heart. I have always been fascinated by the celebration of the foolish. I sure wish they had a parade!
Posted by photocartoonist at 12:15 AM
February 13, 2005
No Ordinary Day in The Naked City
It starts out like any other morning but something, something is different. I know that this is a day that we can make a difference. What makes Valentines Day such a HUGE holiday? Why is every song just about have something to do with LOVE?
It is part of our condition to be in love with LOVE and this is the day we celebrate it. All I want is some chocolate. There are only two days a year that I must have chocolate - Christmas and Valentines Day. And both are holidays that also celebrate RED, my favorite color.
This is no ordinary day!
Posted by photocartoonist at 11:09 PM
January 21, 2005
Snow Snow Snow
It is always great to get a blizzard alert for New York City! I get so excited. First of all I love snow and in the 24 years that I have lived in New York there have been maybe a total if five snowfalls that could be described as blizzards. The anticipation is delightful!
The City is amazing when it is snow covered and the blanket of snow deadens the sounds in an eerie way. Life goes on in the City that Never Sleeps but we will try to get out and take some pictures during and after.
Let it snow, let it snow, fuggedaboudit!
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:13 PM | Comments (1)
January 18, 2005
Love is in the Air
Well it's official. I am finally over the fact that Christmas is over. It's only been a few weeks and I still can taste it. Okay so I am on to the next BIG thing; Valentines Day. You got ot love a holiday whose predominant color is red.
One of my favorite things to do on Valentines Day is go hang out in a greeting card store. Try this. At any other time of the year, even Christmas, these stores are filled with mostly women. But on Valentines Day they are packed with men, and the look on their face as they try to pick that perfect card, well. I'll be the one in the back laughing out loud!
Posted by photocartoonist at 12:59 AM
January 7, 2005
A Very Special Day
Happy Birthday Thomas Hudson Reeve
This is a very special day. A day which I celebrate above all others. Today is the day that my husband, Thomas Hudson Reeve was born.
He described this special occasion as THReeve version 7.2, because he believes in the fact that all of the cells in the human body renew every 7 years. Well I am real glad that he was born and this is the year that he shows the world that he is ready!
Happy birthday Tom!
Posted by photocartoonist at 12:30 AM
January 2, 2005
A New Year
This year let's make REVOLUTIONS!
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:35 PM
January 1, 2005
Happy New Year
May all acquiantance be forgot and never brought to mind...have a Happy and healthy new year!
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:49 PM
December 29, 2004
Five Golden Rings
On the fifth day of Christmas...I am grateful that my husband and I are alive and well. Today we heard that Jerry Orbach died and that has filled me with such sadness.
I have known Mr. Orbach for the last 10 years that my husband has worked full-time on Law & Order. When Jerry retired at the end of last season I expected to see more from him on Dick Wolf's new show. My husband and I were both were shocked; we hadn't known that Jerry was sick.
This in addition to watching the heart wrenching stories of the survivors of the Indian Ocean tsunami remind me of the fragility of life. Every day is a blessing, and so very precious.
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:34 PM
December 28, 2004
It's the Week After Christmas
and all through the house...
We are filled with the anxiety that only a new year can bring to us. The questions that plague us: what did we accomplish this year? Why don't we have another day off?
I am blessed with the fact that days off are like a punishment for me; after 2 or three days I just can't take it anymore. But I must admit that I did get use to the naps...and the Christmas candies!
Funny how all that anticipation (I had been working on Christmas since August) was not satisfied by just ONE day of Christmas. The fact is that this is the fourth day of Christmas; is that four geese a laying?? Yes there ARE twelve days of Christmas and I think that each and every one of those days should be updated and celebrated to their fullest; culminating on January 6th with Little Christmas and continuing through January 7th which is my husband's birthday. Yes, next year.
It's hard not to think about the devastating tsunami in the Indian Ocean on Boxing Day, December 26th. It is good to see the world coming together to provide as much relief as is possible during this time.
Posted by photocartoonist at 1:28 PM
December 26, 2004
Thank You So Much!
It's just what I wanted!
What a magical time! In my family we opened the presents right after midnight mass, around 1am. It made Christmas Eve very exciting and you would go to sleep just so happy. I always got exactly what I wanted for Christmas and I have continued the tradition into my adulthood by buying all of my own presents! I don't take any chances.
My husband grew up opening up the presents on christmas morning and he has not succeeded in twenty years to convince me that this is a good idea. It has become a holiday tradition for him to get me some very special Christmas ornaments and he enjoys surprising me with their uniqueness.
I will take some pictures and post them later. Have a great week enjoying your presents!!
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:50 PM
December 24, 2004
The Feast Day of Adam And Eve
December 24th also celebrated Adam and Eve in the Eastern church and paradise plays were performed on this Christmas Eve.
Mostly the festivals at this time of year were historically soltice festivals; the Celtic Yule, Roman Saturnalia to name a few. It wasn't until 336 AD that the birth of Jesus Christ was celebrated on December 25th, to take advantage of the immense popularity of these pagan holidays.
Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, the elves of Scandinavia, and the many gift bringers of lore, make this time rich with tradition. The Christmas tree as an indoor decoration is first mentioned in 16th century Germany; ornaments, lights, wrapping and ribbon, the stories, the music, greeting cards, midnight mass. This is a wonderous and joyous time of the year!
God bless us, everyone.
Posted by photocartoonist at 11:45 PM
December 20, 2004
Getting Watt you want during the holidays!
Don't be disappointed this Christmas. Buy yourself exactly what you want; wrap it and open it with glee on Christmas Eve!
Posted by photocartoonist at 9:24 PM
December 4, 2004
Christmas is Coming
I am trapped in Christmas production hell! But I refuse to give up! Between servers, programming, and creative issues, there have been amjor setbacks and even some set tos.
Atom Films was even interested in one of my new animations, but alas my schedule is way behind their deadlines. The sad fact is that I am already behind in Valentines production...and I am still coming up with Christmas ideas! I can't help myself; I love this season. I just hope I have the time to enjoy it myself!
Posted by photocartoonist at 12:12 AM
November 25, 2004
Happy Thanksgiving
I am watching the "Macy's Day Parade", which is what my father used to call it, on the TV and very happy with thoughts of all the things I am thankful for this year.
First I am thankful for a day off. Getting ready for this Season of greetings has been two full time jobs and I have been going Christmas crazy. You got to love holidays that are all about the color red! I am also thankful for the color green.
I am thankful for my family, my husband, my dear cats and the great team who helps me bring JOY into the world. I am thankful that I am here for another year.
Happy Thanksgiving
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:42 AM
November 20, 2004
Tis the Season
I have been so busy working on the holidays that I just realize, THE SEASON IS UPON US.
I love this season and with our little global village here, I hve come to understand that this season really starts with Canadian Thanksgiving in October,
That is followed by Halloween and the holy month of Ramadan. Then there is Diwali, Eid ul Fitr (the festival marking the end of Ramadan) and American Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. It is my favorite of all holidays. First because it is a holiday devoted to giving thanks. Second because I remember every feast fondly, since I was a toddler.
Then comes the 8 days of Hanukkah and the 12 days of Christmas and the week of Kwanzaa and Happy New Year!
January and February bring the world Eid ul Azha, Chinese New Year and Valentines Day. It is non-stop for 5 months. This is THE Season. Happy holidays to all.
Posted by photocartoonist at 10:22 AM
November 3, 2004
BUSHED
Largest voter turn out since 1968! US stock market rallys! Bush wins by the largest popular margin since 1988...and that year his father won. Bushed again!
Both Bush's were beat by Reagan in 1984 with 58.8% of the vote. But not to be outdone Nixon won with 60.7% of the vote in 1972! LBJ won with 61.1% of the popular vote in 1964. And to put it all in perspective JFK won with only 49.7% of the popular vote in 1960 against Richard Nixon who got 49.5% of the vote that year.
Posted by photocartoonist at 5:34 PM
We Need a Little Christmas NOW
Vote for a Merry Christmas
Some say Santa is all Ho Ho Ho and rosy cheeks. But there is another Santa behind the tinsel. A tough Santa; the kind of Santa who knows when you are sleeping.
Christmas is coming, Yet there are some of us who have yet to register their Good Cheer. The Bah Humbuggers want you to feel bad like them. The Bah Humbuggers want you to say NO to Christmas.
Say YES to Christmas.
Support Santa. Cast your Vote for Merry Christmas.
Posted by photocartoonist at 11:43 AM
November 2, 2004
Red, White, and the Blues: The Vote 2004
Twas the Night before the Day After
Where is tricky Dick when you need him? I haven't had a good laugh in 24 hours thinking about this election. But then I thought about Nixon. By today's standards Richard Nixon is a boy scout but he was the man the politicians loved to hate. Poor tricky Dick.
Tonight I will stay up late waiting for the results, sort of like waiting for Santa Claus but without the fun. I haven't been this nervous since my first wedding. Getting rid of my first husband was so much easier. The suspense is killing me. It's killing John Kerry too, Look at that long face!
Posted by photocartoonist at 5:51 PM
October 22, 2004
Don't Fight for Peace
Don't Fight...for peace
"You don't FIGHT FOR peace," a wise man once said, " You DON'T FIGHT for peace." Interesting words; interesting concept. Peace. Is peace even possible?
Posted by photocartoonist at 2:29 PM | Comments (2)
October 2, 2004
It's going to be one of those days!
I woke up today and said to myself, "Self, it's going to be one of those days." Oh you know 'em. A day after one of those weeks, when you are just a bit too tired to be rested from sleeping in late. Saturday is sometimes just not enough reason to relax.
September was just one of those months. The Season is upon us and I mean THE season; Christmas. Now that I am working on e-cards as well as paper greeting cards I am hit by each holiday at least twice; three time if you count the actual holiday!
Add to this the effects of the business of bringing JOY in people's lives, and well sometimes a gal just needs a rest. I spent the week dealing with contracts and agreements (and disagreements) and no matter how much my attorneys explained the "realities" to me I found myself just wishing that people really understood what I got to go through to make the best greeting cards!
Anyway this is not a time for laying down on the job. I am working on Christmas and Thanksgiving, and I've added Durga Puja, Navaratri, and Boss' Day to October's MUST SEE greeting cards. We got Halloween to finish too and then there's Hanukkah and Christmas and Kwanzaa and New Year coming fast.
I think there should be a day when we celebrate the greeting card designers. I think that day should be today.
Posted by photocartoonist at 3:07 PM
September 10, 2004
A Day of Remberance
September 11th, a day like all the rest but now I will always remember the year too. September 11th 2001. A day that started out like any other and ended like none other I have ever lived. I like so many couldn't help but watch the images being flashed on television. I close my eyes and I still see the towers falling; still in disbelief.
I was in shock. Two days later I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself unable to walk through the apartment. I was scared; truly petrified. I sat in the living room, in the dark, unable to bring myself to walk the 60 feet to the bathroom. I recognized the symptoms. I was suffering from post-traumatic stress.
I had just recently recovering from years of this type of stress and I knew a tried and true technique of living in a dangerous situation - denial! I was no more in danger on September 14, 2001 than I had been on September 10th, so I could go on believing that I was safe, despite the evidence to the contrary. It worked.
Of course our government in an effort to justify their spending billions of dollars does their collective best to keep us forever aware of the danger. I do my best to ignore the obvious and I go on believing I am safe. I knew I had fully recovered when last year when the power went down, not only in my building and on my block, but all over New York City and most of the Eastern seaboard, and thought of a terrorist attack didn't even cross my mind. I was just worried about my computers and the Internet.
To all of those who gave their lives on September 11th, 2001. I will never forget.
Posted by photocartoonist at 11:29 PM