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The Handwritten Letter, an Art All but Lost, Thrives in Prison

To the Georgia Department of Corrections he is inmate No. 544319, in prison on a five-year sentence for drug possession. But to the editors of Maxim, he is Mike Bolick, a faithful reader and regular letter writer who has loopy penmanship and an eye for beautiful cover models.

Mr. Bolick has become known at Maxim over the years for sending cover girls letters through the magazine with the hope that they will agree to be his pen pals. He is gracious and self-effacing, complimenting their beauty while asking them to please excuse his poor spelling and punctuation. He has plans to get his G.E.D. to remedy that, he explained in a recent letter to the pin-up girl Rachelle Leah.

On occasion he asks for a few pictures — just not nude ones. Those would surely be confiscated by the guards.

In prisons across the country, with their artificial pre-Internet worlds where magazines are one of the few connections to the outside and handwritten correspondence is the primary form of communication, the art of the pen-to-paper letter to the editor is thriving. Magazine editors see so much of it that they have even coined a term for these letters: jail mail.

At magazines like Maxim, with its male-heavy readership and sexy spreads that feature women in just enough clothing to avoid running afoul of prison standards, mail from inmates can easily make up three-quarters of the handwritten letters that come in. Maxim says it receives 10 to 30 such letters each week. Rolling Stone says it receives at least one a day. And at Esquire, editors receive about 15 to 20 a month, about a quarter of the magazine’s mailed letters. The rest come mainly from older readers.

Many letters are like the ones Mr. Bolick sends: from inmates with plenty of free time asking to meet famous people featured in profiles and photo spreads. But they take on all forms. Some are as simple as an inmate complaining about not receiving his subscription or writing with a change of address. Others are personal reflections on a recent article. Country Weekly regularly receives songs from a prisoner in Texas who has ambitions of being a country star.

Some letters arrive censored by prison staff, with strokes of black marker obscuring certain sentences.

A common type comes from inmates who claim they were wrongfully convicted and would like a journalist to investigate. “It turns out every person in jail is innocent. Imagine that!” said Will Dana, managing editor of Rolling Stone. “It seems every day there are a couple” of letters, he said. “And they’re usually requests for help or to look into the incredible miscarriage of justice that landed them in jail.”

Jail mail comes to magazines of all stripes and socioeconomic demographic. Even Vanity Fair, with its glossy photo spreads of black-tie galas and articles on high society travails, used to receive about one letter a month from prisoners seeking to get in touch with the investigative reporter Dominick Dunne before he died in 2009. It seems to be a mostly male phenomenon. Women’s magazines like Glamour, Self and O, the Oprah Magazine, said they did not typically get mail from female inmates.

Ebony receives about 25 prison letters a month — a quarter of all the written mail that comes to the magazine’s offices in Chicago. Terry Glover, the managing editor, said she was often surprised by how serious and introspective some of the prison letters could be. “You come to these letters with a certain expectation like, ‘O.K., what is it that they want?’ Because often they are looking for financial support or an address for a hot celebrity.” But more often than not, Ms. Glover said, it is apparent to her that prisoners have used their ample time alone to consider why they are incarcerated.

“They say, ‘This is what happened to me, don’t let this happen to any other kids,’ ” she said, adding that Ebony has occasionally printed letters from prisoners.

The letters are usually recognizable as jail mail even before they are opened. In the space for the return address, an inmate number follows the writer’s name. A return address with words like “United States Penitentiary” or “correctional center” is a dead giveaway.

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Open-Faced Brunch Sandwiches

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Thanks to the MLK holiday, these open-faced brunch sandwiches seemed to materialize out of nowhere.  Well, out of the left-overs from within the fridge, to be precise.

The main ingredients were:  a loaf of french-bread, pepper-jack cheese, four boiled eggs, and some rotisserie chicken.  Salt, pepper, dijon mustard and butter are staples that almost go unmentioned.

Thick slices of the bread got a thin spread of Olivio butter, followed by the cheese, eggs and the shredded chicken, and finally topped off with a swirl of dijon mustard and a thin slice of butter.

Bake at 400 in a pre-heated oven for five mins; then, broil for another 5.

Serve with love.

A slideshow follows.  Note:  this is our variation of the Danish open-faced sandwiches mentioned in this blog a couple weeks ago.

 

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A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

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Richard III:  A play by William Shakespeare. 1594.  They say this is the second-longest play after Hamlet, but it sure felt like the longest one!  Nonetheless, it was a brilliant performance by the Theatre Company at the Hilberry on WSU’s campus last evening. 

Some famous lines from the play were:

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Richard III, 1. 1

And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Richard III, 1. 1

Since every Jack became a gentleman
There’s many a gentle person made a Jack.
Richard III, 1. 3

And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
Richard III. 1. 3

And of course, perhaps the most famous line of all:  A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!

For a few token pictures, see below:


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Solo & Ensemble

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If you are a student of an instrument in a high-school in the United States, you will recognize the title of this post at once to mean only one thing:  the annual event designed to strike terror and awe in the hearts of students and parents alike!

Technically, the solo/ensemble contests are intended to provide student musicians an opportunity to perform a solo or an ensemble in front of an adjudicator and a limited audience, and to receive constructive comments, both spoken and written, from the adjudicator. The primary benefits to the students are the experience of performing alone or in a small group, and a critique from someone other than their regular music teacher(s). These contests also serve as regional qualifying events for the State Solo/Ensemble Contest every spring.  A solo is considered to be a piece performed either entirely alone or with a piano accompaniment. An ensemble is a group of from 2 to 16 musicians performing together, with or without a piano accompaniment. The adjudicator (often called a judge) is a professional musician not teaching school in the students’ district. The solo/ensemble contests should not be confused with the orchestra, band, or choir festivals, in which the entire large group performs for a panel of adjudicators.

Well, yesterday was the much-anticipated annual Solo & Ensemble event.  And I was the proud parent to witness an ensemble event by my firstborn on Alto Saxophone.  The piece is called Allemande by Purcell.  This is a traditional German dance.  An audio recording is attached for your listening pleasure.  The higher notes that form the backbone of the tune are the ones that I strain to listen to– for obvious reasons! 

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Also attached are two token pictures of the performer herself, for your viewing pleasure. 

Needless to say, the dozen white roses that were offered to the performer for her impeccable recital pale in comparison to the beauty of the performer herself!

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No, your zodiac sign hasn't changed

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Keep your tattoos, people! What’s a few million miles between stars?

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Two Spaces After A Period. (I am in the guilty-camp, just FYI)

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Why you should never, ever use two spaces after a period.

 

Extra space.Last month, Gawker published a series of messages that WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange had once written to a 19-year-old girl he’d become infatuated with. Gawker called the e-mails “creepy,” “lovesick,” and “stalkery”; I’d add overwrought, self-important, and dorky. (“Our intimacy seems like the memory of a strange dream to me,” went a typical line.) Still, given all we’ve heard about Assange’s puffed-up personality, the substance of his e-mail was pretty unsurprising. What really surprised me was his typography.

via slate.com 

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Rage Against The Machine

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With Mohammed Bouazizi’s self-immolation bound for the history books, The Daily What features another famous suicide in a new light:

Redditor mygrapefruit spent what I can only imagine was a considerable amount of time colorizing Malcolm Browne’s iconic photo of Vietnamese Mahayana Buddhist monk Thích Quảng Đức protesting the persecution of Buddhists by the American-backed government of Ngô Đình Diệm through the act of self-immolation (better known to many as the Rage Against the Machine debut album cover).

Original black-and-white version here.

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Marking Time

Come, January / Begin with new beginnings / And a calendar! 

 

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Note on picture above:  Calendar from Australia that hangs in my kitchen, and comes to me every January from my sweet mother-in-law who lives there.