The Purple Mango Post

Photographs, dispatches and writing by freelance journalist Corinne Purtill

Thought For the Day

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Paris. 

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People With Their Dogs

One of my favorite things to do with my new camera is to take pictures of people with their dogs. I've never had a pet of my own, so the bond between animal and owner fascinates me. In the city, where relationships between people can be fraught with stress and suspicion, dogs seem to offer their owners a type of acceptance hard to find elsewhere. And they're so good on the subway.

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Thought for the Day

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London.

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A Note

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Kep, Cambodia.

This poem was taped to my refrigerator in Tempe, where it gave me much joy and inspiration. It was lost in subsequent moves, and I could remember neither the title nor the poet's name - only the feeling I had when I read it. Today I found the poem again and it was like seeing an old friend. It's by the Polish writer Wislawa Szymborska - a poet, Nobel laureate, and inspiring woman.

A Note

by Wislawa Szymborska

Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;

to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain
from everything it's not;

to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;

and if only once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,

mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;

and to keep on not knowing 
something important.

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Updated: An Absence of Class

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Addo, South Africa.

If you haven't yet, read Bob Herbert's call to the Republican Party to end its tacit encouragement of bigotry and ignorance and stop polluting American political discourse.

Timothy Egan also has an essay on this subject this week. In addition to reports of racial slurs, death threats and spitting (wow) targeted at members of Congress who support the health care bill, he makes some great points:

"Having welcomed Tea Party rage into their home, and vowing repeal, the Republicans have made a dangerous bargain. First, they are tying their fate to a fringe, one that includes a small faction of overt racists and unstable people. The Quinnipiac poll this week found only 13 percent of Americans say they are part of the Tea Party movement.

But consider the policy positions. Do Republicans really want to campaign in favor of insurance companies’ right to drop people when they get sick? Do they really want to knock the 25-year-old graduate student, living on Top Ramen and hope, off his parents’ health care? Are they going to deny tax credits for small businesses?

It was the ancient Greeks who gave us a sense of what Republicans will be living with under this pact with rage. Many people are afraid of the dark, the saying goes. But the real tragedy is those who are afraid of the light."

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Health Care!

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Pregnant smoker, Ratanakiri, Cambodia. 

I can't say it any better than Joe Biden: this is a big f*cking deal.

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The Phone Whisperer

Erik German's GlobalPost story on Rabat's electronics market reminded me of one of my favorite moments from Ratanakiri. My cell phone had taken a serious soaking during a boat trip and refused to turn on. None of the home remedies worked - drying the parts in the sun, fiddling with the sim card, removing the battery and waving it around the way we used to do with Nintendo cartridges. The prognosis was grim. Then my translator suggested I take it to the local phone doctor.

We went to the cell phone shop near the central market and handed my moribund Nokia over to a twenty-something man who examined it with the flinty squintiness of a diamond merchant. Then he nodded, pointed to a chair for me, and sat down with the phone at a small table strewn with tools. 

For the next twenty minutes, I watched as he disassembled the phone into microscopic-sized parts. At various points in the operation he used tweezers, a toothbrush, and something that looked like mouthwash. When I tried to crane in for a closer look, he waved me away impatiently, as though a stray breath could ruin the operation.

I had just started to calculate the cost of a new phone when he turned around and presented me with the phone, on and glowing like the day I bought it second-hand. Total cost? 1500 riel - about 35 cents. The skills of a phone whisperer? Priceless.
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Enlightenment Is A Bitch

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Kratie, Cambodia. 

This poem by Dane Cervine in The Sun is too awesome. Check it out.
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'Crazy-making in its clean simplicity'

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Central Park, NYC.

"It tastes of funky sophistication, illicit rides in late-night cabs. . . . This is low-whistle-and-chuckles food."

It is really hard to write about food without sounding like a pretentious ass. 

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I Read NieNie

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Photo: Cheryl Evans, copyright The Arizona Republic

I first heard of Stephanie Nielson and her blog, the NieNie Dialogues, when I was living in Tempe, Arizona, not far from where she lived with her husband and four children. (This woman had four children by the time she was 28 and still dresses cute - that alone blows my mind.) I started reading her blog regularly last fall after she was the subject of a beautifully-written profile by the Arizona Republic's Jaimee Rose. 

In August 2008, the plane Stephanie and her husband Christian were flying crashed. Christian's flight instructor was killed instantly, and both Nielsons were seriously injured. Especially Stephanie. She was burned over 80 percent of her body. Doctors didn't think she was going to live. The pain was bad enough that on the rare moments when she awoke from her medically-induced coma, she prayed that she wouldn't. 

But she did. The accident changed her life - she looks different now, and everything is harder, and she still isn't done with pain and surgeries and hospital rooms. But she is choosing, each day, to get up, to take care of her children, to be creative, to love her family, and to accept the gift of life in whatever form it takes. It's clear from her blog that some days are very, very hard. But she is still funny, and she still gets excited over cupcakes and cute shoes. She's redefined for me what it means to choose your response to life. She's changed the way I think about gratitude. 

When I read Jaimee's story I went back and looked at old posts from Stephanie's blog, the ones she wrote in the weeks right before the accident that changed everything. There are posts about Christian getting his pilot's license that make me want to cry "Don't get in the plane!" the way you yell at the screen at horror movies. And there is a portrait she posted of her family, all smiles, all beautiful, with an accompanying essay on how much she loves her life just the way it is. 

Read and listen to this slideshow of Stephanie in her own words to see how profoundly her life changed. 

None of us can know how close we are to a moment that changes everything. But there are two things that transcend the randomness of an often cruel world - the ability to appreciate a good thing while you've got it, and the ability to love a new life, even when it's very different from the one you anticipated. Thank you, Stephanie, for your determination, your joyful embrace of life, and for taking the time to share it with the rest of us. You are a truly beautiful woman, in every definition of the word. 

 

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