well today is a celebratory day since my bro made it back from Baghdad last night. He's not in the military, he's a 'diplomat' for the state dept supposedly. He was riding around in a humvee meeting with local leaders for 6 mo though, so he is a lucky fucker. i still can't believe he went there, basically just to further his own career. you gotta play the game if you want to be a politician I realize, but to do something like that which would devastate the family is fucked up. like we haven't been through enough shit. I also can't believe I didn't really try to talk him out of it. I guess I only talked to him in person for about 2 days and was mostly defending myself (my bankrupting pursuit of a photography career). I would have been completely done if he didn't come back, but anyway thank god that's one potential obstacle gone. Here's some kind of bizarre tourist type photos of my bro in Badhgad with the recently deposed dictator's monuments for himself. the arms are cast from models of saddam's own and they are draped with the helmuts and bodies of dead Iranian soldiers. the outer space looking thing is a tomb for the unknown soldier. now back to work.
alright WTF? I posted the pics, copied and pasted the address (by right-clicking and opening in a new window in html mode). And I've been doing this for like 4 years! fuck.
alright WTF? I posted the pics, copied and pasted the address (by right-clicking and opening in a new window in html mode). And I've been doing this for like 4 years! fuck.
Jobhunt a no-go. You'd think it'd be easy to excel in a place where the average education level is 8th grade. Hell, my boss only holds an associate's degree in her field. Why oh why is a four year degree so useless?
As for your brother... would you give up photography if your family asked? In life people choose either to live for themselves or for the family. Can't say either is right or wrong but someone gets hurt either way.
I know the arms you speak of. They really, really creep me out.