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How do we preserve our digital legacy, is it possible?

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Newsprint media in the shape of a bee made soggy from the rain. Washington DC, July 2016, Fujifilm X100T.

What if a civilisation existed prior to us, and they were as technologically advanced as we are now?
What if they too had moved away from retaining hard copies of information in favour of electronic databases, and that the reason there is no trace of them, is because all of their documented knowledge disappeared into extinction along with them?

As far as I’m concerned anything is possible, and if my and other channelled sources are to be believed, then it is, and such civilisations and realities have existed before, DO exist still in other probably realities. This however, is not what I’m putting into question.

My concern is that we, the members of the current civilisation will ultimately meet the same fate, in that all our beloved knowledge made digital will one day cease to be.
With technology changing rapidly and constantly, unless we continually upgrade and back up copy after copy of our now digital material, it is in grave danger of becoming obsolete. How many of us have the time, resources or funding to print out all of our written works, or photographic images in order that we maintain hard copies of our achievements, those of us who write and take pictures, that is?
With physical books, magazines and periodicals becoming steadily obsolete in favour of e-print materials, and digital imagery replacing the need for physical prints, this reality is steadily but surely taking a firm hold.

I used to write everything longhand, because the idea of having a tangible copy of my work that would occupy a simple, physical space of its own independent of me, yet still accessible by others was greatly appealing. The same was true with my photographs. With the writing at least I stopped recording things longhand a short time ago in favour of the convenience of only having to write things up once in a digital format. I suppose it changed when I began blogging regularly. In effect it made me lazy. I’m still going through the slow process of backing up my posts from the past few years from two of my blogs as many of them were written in-situ on the WordPress editor. To then print everything will be a task and a half, but perhaps one I should invest in given the climate of change and unpredictability that digital media presents us with; and while my printer is still compatible with my Mac!
With my photographic images I have an altogether different challenge. I fear that many of my images will one day be entirely lost. Printing images, even if you do it yourself is a very costly and time consuming affair. At the last count I have well in excess of 20,000 images stored on my computer, with that number ever growing every time I take my cameras out on shoots. I don’t have the luxury of having an agent who curates and publishes my work (yet), and keeps the format of my images current. I, and all of my years of creative work will cease to exist once I’m gone. There is no-one currently in my family who is in the slightest bit interested in keeping my legacy going, except for my husband perhaps, but that’s assuming he survives me.

Perhaps I’m looking at this in a far too materialistic, and thus currently humanistic way. Perhaps the physical result of my work is not what matters at all, but the process of having created it. But that’s a big leap of faith at any measure. The few material things I have left that have been collected over the course of my lifetime mean a heck of a lot to me, after all I occupy a physically tangible existence, and it’s the physical things that give my life substance and meaning, even if any memory of me is purely notional. Things my children have made for me, poems and stories I’ve written. Souvenirs from places I’ve travelled; and a wealth of learning from books I have acquired, that still line my shelves decades later. All of these things define me in some way.
I remember losing hundreds of photos of my daughter as a baby to a computer virus when she was just three years old. I was devastated, as they were unrecoverable. My only record that I’d ever taken pictures of her during the first three years of her life are the few images that I had printed to give to family, my copies are the duds, so to speak, but they are scant.

I suppose what is true of history however, is that the only people that are remembered are the ones who attain some kind of public notoriety, and although some of us try really hard to make that happen, it isn’t an easy thing to do. Especially these days when there is a seeming over saturation of folk wanting to be noticed and become famous for something. Kind of waters down the pool of exclusivity that artistic pursuits require in order to maintain a qualitative standard.

People come and go as entire civilisations come and go, so I suppose my desire for my own legacy to succeed is a purely self-indulgent one, especially as few people express an interest in the work I do. My children might just care one day, but right now they are still young and ensconced in the moment, creating their own legacies. Maybe it just doesn’t matter as much as I would like it to. And maybe I just have to be ok with that.

How do you feel about it?

M.

 

 

Author’s Note:

Everything I write on this blog is a work of fiction and published solely for the purposes of entertainment. Although it may be valid information and therefore of value to those for whom it resonates, any truth involved is both subjective on my part and subject to the opinions and beliefs of the reader, which may or may not be concurrent with my own. I refuse therefore, to be accountable for any negative opinions that my work here may unduly inspire in others. My intention will and has always been to encourage beneficial self-exploration through my written works and my actions, as well as to amuse and entertain. We are each personally responsible for our own actions, and equally accountable. Should you happen to disagree with that last statement, or have any personal grievances with the material here, then I urge you to simply find a better use of your time.

Thank you for your most valuable time.

M

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I’m back… again.

Afternoon All!

Me at my desk May 2016_MPHIXAfter a very long hiatus in blogging, I’ve decided once again that I should begin channeling my energies thusward by way of keeping my hand in the creative writing pot. I get a little slack from time to time, despite the fact that I love to write. But as you know, everyday life finds ways to sidetrack my intentions so that by the time I get around to enacting an idea months, maybe even years have passed.

I shall be including the disclaimer below in all subsequent posts, because what I want more than anything else is to be able to air my thoughts in a highly creative way without rebuttal from well-intentioned, or overly sensitive others. Of course I shall exercise discretion within my own reasonable bounds, after all I don’t actually know who, if anyone, still reads this blog, but there is always the danger that my words may unduly hurt certain individuals who may indeed still be tuned in, with especial consideration to members of my immediate family.

In large part the effect that my words have had on certain individuals in the past is why I have stopped blogging almost altogether over the past three years. However, being restrained so as not to infringe on the emotional comfort threshold of others hasn’t worked out so well for me. In fact, it has made little to no difference at all to improving the quality of my own life, nor theirs. Not blogging, and therefore not connecting with others in a mutually intellectual fashion has been deeply detrimental to me, predominantly because I used to really enjoy it. So, love me or hate me, I’m going to write what I’m going to write with full cognisance of my actions, and with awareness that some of you may miss the point of my efforts entirely and take it way too personally.

Is that antagonistic? Maybe. I’m a woman after all, and women are always angry about something, right? I’m just exercising my god-given right.

Look, much of what I write is taken directly from my own experience, so in that sense it can be deemed as being of a personal nature. Be that as it may, it does not imply that I am searching for sympathy from others, nor am I deliberately poking at others, or necessarily airing my personal laundry in the belief that anyone cares or indeed can be trusted to uphold my integrity. That’s my job, and personal responsibility. It also does not mean that it is always verbatim, or without degrees of purely fictional embellishment.

This is my designated place to think freely through my words and images. Though as any creative writer knows, there is much poetic licence exercised in the production of such treatises, because what we produce as literary artists is first and foremost designed to entertain, as much as it might also be to inform and educate, and personally liberate, although I would consider the latter as occupying its correct place as secondary in terms of intention. The more emotionally engaging any piece of art can be, the more of an impact it will have on its audience, and as such, as a writer praise for my skill in being able to tell a good yarn will always go a long way to earning my most humble appreciation. Producing any form of art is entirely a cause and effect process.

Furthermore, my style of writing here is diaristic, even though what I believe to be normal everyday fare does not necessarily conform to what may be considered ‘normal’ for anybody else. However, because it is diaristic it will espouse a more personal flavour than perhaps other styles of creative writing, and will of course include less formal language and language usage, referring to accepted literary grammar specifically. So for you grammar nerds/editors out there eager to chomp at the bit, I too am a grammar nerd and an editor, and am fully aware of how I wish to use my language.

The art of writing is in how it entertains, and hopefully inspires those who read it. That’s my personal belief. The ‘how’ should not even enter your mind as a reader if I as the writer am worth my self-proclaimed salt. Typos will occur, no matter how thoroughly one edits a post. As all us writers know, we become a little word-blind several thousand words later, so things get missed. Prompts are always helpful, but don’t let that be your only reason to comment if you are taking the time to do so. Courtesy is always more welcome than critique alone.

Anyway, I’ll shut up now. Re-introduction accomplished. Expect a wealth of pithy posts forthwith!

Depending on what I feel like writing on any given day, some posts may be published on other more relevant blogs, in which case I shall re-blog here accordingly. Thanks for reading!

Enjoy your day and the rest of the weekend folks.

M

 

Author’s Note:

Everything I write on this blog is a work of fiction and published solely for the purposes of entertainment. Although it may be valid information and therefore of value to those for whom it resonates, any truth involved is both subjective on my part and subject to the opinions and beliefs of the reader, which may or may not be concurrent with my own. I refuse therefore, to be accountable for any negative opinions that my work here may unduly inspire in others. My intention will and has always been to encourage beneficial self-exploration through my written works and my actions, as well as to amuse and entertain. We are each personally responsible for our own actions, and equally accountable. Should you happen to disagree with that last statement, or have any personal grievances with the material here, then I urge you to simply find a better use of your time.

Thank you for your most valuable time.

M

N.B. All content including images are my own intellectual property, unless otherwise stated and duly accredited.

© 1978-2016 Maria Jones-Phillips/Bess X Jones/MPHIX

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Days of Art – The Art of Growing Art

Raw, Naked Art

I’m a street photographer at my core, so what do flowers have to do with shooting street, you might ask?
For me the definition between a street photographer and a photographer are marginal, and so it becomes more a question of shooting technique than it is about style or genre.
Life is unfolding and happening constantly around me. As I view it through my eyes and the lens of my camera I am able to steal moments, crystallising them and their profound, if transient and familiar meanings, achieving the seemingly impossible like a magician bending the laws of time and physics. Capturing their stories in a poetic gesture, that to everyone else resembles art, but for me keeps the story of my life connected and vital, along the ever evolving map of my journey.

Aquilegia with bug_MPHIXI find the story of the mundane utterly fascinating, that essence of street life that doesn’t…

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Green Card Day

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Yesterday was Green Card Day. That is to say that after a year and a half since I began the process of immigrating to the USA I received my official permit to reside here. It had been left on the doorstep in a red, white and blue Special Delivery envelope. The postal workers are always in a rush around here, irrespective it seems of the kind of mail they are delivering.

I suppose it’s a big deal getting my Green Card, but I’m suffering with Delayed Reaction Syndrome (my own term). It happens to me a lot. I think I’ve become so used to change and general upheaval in my life that it often takes me a while to react. I’ve become so adept at adjusting to new circumstances that I automatically suppress feelings of surprise or excitement, or indeed shock.
Saying that, getting my Visa approved last July, then actually leaving the UK was a huge deal for me because I had to say goodbye to my kids. It seemed very final at the time.

So many major things have happened to me in such a short time if I think about it, that in lots of ways this Green Card is representative of that. A mixed bag of towering highs, and the steepest lows that have charted my journey over the past couple of years, that I suppose it’s no real surprise I feel sort of inert about it. It means of course that now I can apply for the all important Social Security Number so that I can get a bank account, health insurance, a driver’s licence, although driving is not on my list of priorities at the moment, the drivers here in Maryland are certifiable lunatics! My husband is a good driver and happy to drive, and failing that, there are taxis, buses and trains, all with drivers far more experienced than I! Besides, I still haven’t wrapped my head around the direction of the traffic here yet, living in Germany years ago then the UK again kind of broke my sense of commuter-orientation. It hasn’t been right since.

Though I doubt I will ever apply for full citizenship, I am to all intents and purposes an American now. I won’t be able to vote, but I’m quite glad in some ways that I have been spared that cross!

 

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Every Day is International Women’s Day – A Re-Introduction

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What’s in a name? That’s a good question as put rather famously by Mr. Shakespeare. During the past four years that I have been blogging here on Word Press I have been known under several names: Ishaiya, M, Bess, and Maria, the latter being my birth given name.

Like a lot of artists and writers I have adopted theses pseudonyms because in and of themselves each of these personas have had significant import for me, but also because they have served to protect my privacy. Despite my extrovert tendencies I am still a very private person, and wish to remain so unless I call you a friend, which as those who truly know me will tell you is a title I reserve for very few.

I am most grateful if you take the time to stop and visit and read what I write, enjoy the pictures I take, and more so when you stop to comment, but I won’t condone poor behaviour, as has unfortunately been the case in the past.

This particular blog of mine, ‘Diary of a Person Being Human’ was always intended as a platform for my more personal takes on the world in which I currently inhabit, as well as a home for my poetry and more lyrical pieces. I am very frank with my opinions, but my position and attitude is always one of positive progress and encouragement. Always.

I therefore do not invite criticism or negative debate, my beliefs are my own and I am as free as anyone else to express them. Any disagreement or disapproval should be left at the door before you take your seat, with the added assurance that you will be welcomed with open arms as long as we can all get along.

As it is, owing to big changes having occurred in my life since my journey here began, I have been relatively absent from these once well frequented treads. One of those changes was moving to the U.S. and marrying fellow blogger Bill Jones Jr., with whom I now share a photography blog and an art blog. Legally then, I have undergone yet another name change, so that now I am also known as Maria-Xosé Jones-Phillips.

In fact Bill and I met here on WordPress through this and my first blog IshaiyaFreshlySqueezed, back in 2013. He has also become my best friend and collaborative partner, especially when it comes to photography. That and a passion for writing is something we share, amongst many other things, including world travel, when we can of course.

I am, and always have been an artist first. All other labels and definitions proceed that, as such that the names, or labels that I have adopted and been given throughout my life are part of the evolving art of me.

With a redesign of this blog and new incentive to blog again, I hope we’ll get reacquainted, or if new to these parts, that we’ll strike up new and interesting conversations.

Welcome to my theatre.🙂

M

Here is a list of my others blogs as they currently stand, if you feel so inclined to explore!

IshaiyaFreshlySqueezed
Raw, Naked Art
Today on Earth, Art
Bess’s Art Journal