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My cousin is brilliant

My cousin Tatiyana is only a freshman in high school but she's already showing her brilliance through art and photography. She's going to be one of the most sought after artists of her generation one day. Yes, I said it. I'm proud to say that she's my cuz.  

See more of Tatiyana's photography at Media Make Change.

#youth #art #photography #culture

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Digital Ethnography: Cool Ass Sh*t

Michael Wesch's research is like E = mc2 of ethnography. This video give me chills everytime I watch it. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPAO-lZ4_hU&w=480&h=390]

"Creating characters gave me an escape. It allowed me to be silly. It allowed me to act how I wanted to feel. It became a form of therapy; a coping mechanism. And after awhile it brought fun back to YouTube for me. You accepted my characters, even embraced them. And by doing so, you opened your arms to me. You allowed me to continue to have the escape I still need from the hard times while giving me the chance to talk about what I had gone through. And I'm eternally grateful to you all. Some people have said that the video that we make on YouTube should be created in hopes to change the world. I've made mine to help me live in it. And whether I make a hundred more or a thousand more, I will know forever that this website, that this community, helped bring me life again. And there's something really special in that". - bnessel1973

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lb-QALaXlFc&w=640&h=390]

#coolshit #geeksunite #digitalethnography #YouTube

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Where I'm From

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After reading Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon, I chose a line that resonated with me the most and then created my own poem.

From Lyon:

From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger, the eye my father shut to keep his sight.

My father was an artist. I witnessed him take his last breath on 12/17/08 at 9:40 p.m. In the spirit of mourning my father’s death, this is what I came up with:

I am from my father’s hands lost in the strokes of oily painted white mountains, from the heart he held to stop the attack, from hardened pale fingers I touched that were unfamiliar. From the shadow that moved curtains when it was over.

#personal #narrative #creativity #education

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