Sooooo... I did this today. #boulderdash #boulderdashvta #teambuilding #fearproject #agia (at Boulderdash Ventura) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwYE1jjgttr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12s3qgycclnw1
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Sooooo... I did this today. #boulderdash #boulderdashvta #teambuilding #fearproject #agia (at Boulderdash Ventura) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwYE1jjgttr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12s3qgycclnw1
Fuck Fear
This woman is my hero!! I cannot even imagine doing half those things. Well, maybe I could, but I am not going to go there yet.
When she started, it was just for her but then it snowballed and she ended up inspiring people all over the world. This is not the usual ‘ you have to face your fear’ video’; she is very real and you cannot help but connect.
Fear: Week Six
Taste:
“Mmmmmm.” The sound escaped her throat and she pulled her finger from her mouth. Her hand throbbed and her fingertips tingled from the dish towel tied around her wrist. She quickly removed it, tossing it on the powdered sugar coated countertop. A measuring cup sat in the midst, halfway full, and like her wrist, was stained in blood. Her throat had gone dry. She stared down into the large bowl, longing for the sweet metallic taste of the batter. The kitchen was cramped and smelled sweet. Upstairs, in the better preserved portion of the house was the large and shining up to date kitchen. This was the basement, with only bare supplies and a single broken window that always rattled with the weather. Leaky pipes dribbled rusty water. The clunk of the dryer was constant and soothed her nerves. Muffin tins were pushed against every wall; every muffin was a hue of pink, the secret ingredient staining each one. Everyone in town ignored her, but the muffins they flocked for.
She hung a spoon over her open mouth, dripping more raw batter into it.
(Not going to lie. Had a hard time with this one for some reason, but didn’t want to skip another week.)
Check out the actual contest and what contestants are up to:
--> David Wellington’s Fear Project
Spotlight on the Sexually Violent- Tim Matsui
U.S.A. -
Multimedia journalist Tim Matsui calls himself a storyteller. And once you’ve taken a look at his work, you know exactly why. Matsui strongly believes about issues related to human trafficking and sexual violence and has recently won the Alexia Foundation‘s Women Initiative Grant for his work to the same effect. Emaho spoke with Tim Matsui about his work and projects close to his heart.
Tell us a little about your journey from still photography to multimedia journalism.
My journey from still photography to multimedia journalism is about wanting to share more of an experience with viewers. News photography uses a single image to tell a story. I’ve enjoyed shooting news over the years, but found myself leaning towards multiple images for a story. In the 1990′s I played with slide projectors and a dissolve unit with rudimentary audio cut on a computer to create a multimedia show. I felt this was a much richer form of storytelling. Technology has made it more affordable to shoot and edit films, enabling my storytelling to evolve as well.
Human trafficking and sexual violence are two issues you address often in your stories. What made you choose to focus on these issues?
My choosing to focus on human trafficking and sexual violence is a long progression. How I intend to document the story of ‘Domestic Minor Sex Trafficking in Seattle’ is a little more straightforward. Years ago I was asked to help with a youth outdoor program; the teacher who ran it committed suicide during an investigation into inappropriate conduct with students. Students both condemned and praised him. What puzzled me were those who rationalised. They felt all the good he did outweighed any bad. As I talked this over with friends, I found a surprising number who had personal experience with rape or abuse. This learning experience brought me to produce documentary stories about how sexual violence affects individuals and communities, and to eventually create a non profit. The human trafficking work came about because of an awareness of the issue and a couch to sleep on in Thailand. Friends of mine had moved there, so I visited with the purpose of spending time with them and researching human trafficking. I found Thailand’s sex industry well established but I spent one week in Cambodia, during which time I visited with Somaly Mam and her organization AFESIP. Somaly gave me access. During that week I also saw how raw Cambodia is. On subsequent trips I worked with many other NGOs, helping me to understand the importance of labour trafficking and I formed the opinion that human trafficking is merely a symptom of greater issues. Here, in Seattle, I have built upon the relationships from my sexual violence work to keep abreast of how the region is addressing human trafficking. I intend to tell three stories, that of a cop who started an aftercare organization, a victim story, and a pimp story. Woven together I hope they reveal how Domestic Minor Sex Trafficking has evolved and the role community plays in addressing it. It’s a step back to my sexual violence work where I tried to help communities understand what rape or abuse means to an individual, what “consent” looks like, what a “bystander” is, and how friends and family can be supportive and part of the healing process.
’A young woman in a Phnom Penh slum. Investigators later found her mother was pimping the drug-addicted girl nightly to upwards of 10 Cambodian men’
- See more at: http://www.emahomagazine.com/2012/11/spotlight-on-the-sexually-violent-tim-matsui/#sthash.FunZGeV8.dpuf
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of great depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Anaïs Nin