The Uniforms We Are Given…

Allow me to indulge for a moment, so you understand my thinking, before continuing the read this blog post:


No, I’m not in the picture. :p

I used to watch an American TV show called “Good Times.”  The TV comedy was centered around a very poor African American family, The Evans (picured above), who was stuck in “the ghetto” (a very run-down, dangerous, inner-city neighborhood).  The show chronicled The Evans’ constant struggle with “trying to make ends meet” (American slang for: pay for all things they needed, with extremely limited money).

James Evans, the father, was eventually was killed in a work accident (“killed” on the show, not in real-life).  The youngest boy, Micheal (a black rights militant) was reminiscing about lessons of life that his father taught him.  One saying James told Michael was “We must play the game in the uniform we are given.” (Meaning: we must go through life with the skin color we are born with, and deal with life as it comes to us.)

Just as we must live life with the skin color we are born with (unless you are Michael Jackson), children must live in childhoods based on their parents’ decisions.  Sometimes the choices parents make are hard for the child, but for the child’s own good.  Sometimes the choices parents make are purely out of selfish reasons.

My photographic projects, whether special interest or humanitarian, are always focused on unique sub-cultures.  One current project is focused on the lives of orphans.  This weekend I spent some time at one particular place that I am focusing on.  For most westerners, orphanages are places for children who do not have parents due to death, and the kid has no other family.

Actually, I am such a child.  My father was unknown, and my biological mother–a Jane Doe: an unidentifiable woman–died during childbirth.  I was adopted at 6 days old by my parents (non-biological parents).

In the West, children given up for adoption by their biological parents are technically orphans too, but westerners never think “giving up child for adoption” is the same as “make the child an orphan” as parents are still alive.  I am learning very fast is in 3rd world Asia most “orphans” do not fit the Western paradigm of what an orphan is.

The vast majority of orphans in the 3rd world have living biological parents, who have either abandoned the children out of selfish reasons (such as not wanting to be looked down upon for having a non-perfect baby), or the parents willing gave the child to a orphanage in hopes to give the child a better future than they could provide it.  Some parents even give their children to the orphanage with an informal agreement it is for a limited time only, until the family can support the child themselves.  Only in a very few cases are the children truly without biological parents in 3rd world Asia.

So, these orphans are dealing with the circumstances they are put into.  This particular orphanage is extremely well ran, with caring staff and a clean environment for the children to live, learn, and play in.  The children have a range of issues, from mental retardation, to physical deformities such as permanent blindness.  One 2 year old boy has permanent brain damage due to high fever while fighting the flu.  He lays in bed shaking and moaning.  He has very good health care, thanks to plentiful donations from Europe to the orphanage, but he seems to have little human interaction at the moment (he’s still sick with flu).

The children all have heart-twisting stories, but one stands out: a blind girl that I will call Angel (I’m not giving her real name, to protect the child).  Angel is a 4 year old, Indonesian-European mixed girl.  In addition to speaking Indonesian, she speaks fluent Dutch!  The orphanage does not know her origins; she was merely given to the orphanage.

Angel has already gone to Singapore so doctors there could determine if there was any treatment for her eye condition (her blue-gray eyes are covered with a cataracts-like film, giving her a ghostly appearance).  Doctors said there is nothing that can be done for her.

Some believe Angel’s Expat father and his maid conceived Angel, and when he left the country he abandoned the mom and child, and the mother could not cope with a blind daughter.  Some others believe she might have been the result of a “contract marriage” (where woman is married to guy for a specific time)–I’m still trying to understand contract marriages.  All of these are theories only. On one knows Angel’s true story.

She loves constant hugs and to be carried, even though she gets around the orphanage fairly well on her own.  Every time she bumps into a person, she enthusiastically puts her arms in the air to be picked up.  If that does not work, she tries to climb the person.

*~ We all had a fun laugh when this happened to our shy driver.  After several failed attempts to be picked up by the driver, Angel tried to climb him like a tree, ending up with him standing there with her stuck in mid-air with her arms and legs wrapped around his legs in a wrestling death grip. hahaha ~*

She has no surprise-from-touch response, for lack of a better term.  Meaning: if she is walking, and bumps something, like water she just flows around it without breaking the song she’s singing.  If you touch her hand or suddenly speak to her in a quiet room, she is not the least bit startled.  She must have been blind for most of her very young life.

I could not hold her for long, out of fear of adopting her hahaha. She is so sweet and adorable, she ripped my heart out when she called me “Papa” when trying to get me to hold her.  I would have given her one of my eyes, if that was humanly possible (and I am not kidding).  My friend, Yensi, spent a lot of time carrying Angel around the orphanage, singing with her as they went along. Angel’s extremely smart: she will be amazing one day.

Surprising was the fact the orphanage does not have an immediate need for money, as several organizations in Europe provide the majority of their monetary needs.  What they do need is food items, such as Ovaltine, baby diapers, etc.  I will help them with that each month.

Anyway,  the kids make me rethink life.  Maybe “the uniform i was givien” is not so bad to have received…

Take care!


It’s Coming! + Mail Call :)

Comments (10) | Published: Friday, February 6th, 2009 in About Rodney, EX Plaza, Human Behavior, People, Photography, Tech Stuff

It’s Coming!

I knowwwww, I did not post within two days of the last post.  I am STILL writing the blog post (yes, this is not the one I wanted to post).  The forthcoming post is so deep that I am forced to review and rethink some things (in positive ways).  Trust me, it will be worth the wait. :)

For now, I will tell you what is happening, share some incredible news, and answer some emails (which I still get hundreds of each week: maybe I should create a forum).

I have been exploring some avenues for my current photographic project. I’ve made some amazing breakthroughs!  I may be published in not one, but 4 publications, I may be interviewed by a well-known talk show host (I wont say any names, until it is confirmed).  I may be able to get some of the impoverished children I’ve encountered some lasting support, and there may be a book!

Actually I have a horrible reporter to thank for all of this, as his actions made me feel I must give a more accurate accounting of some things.  My friend, Yensi, told me to check the JakartaGlobe’s features section, as a reporter published a very short article about the very subject and location of my current project.  But, he did not get formal permission to be there, and he only spent a few hours there one time.  His information was so inaccurate I almost screamed (from laughing and from disgust).  This was just another example of what my Ministry of Health acquaintance mentioned before: how foreigners ignore the government rules, and exploit the people for their own gain.  Very sad.  I took the time to get permission to do this, and to share my data, findings, and images with the government, and this reporter guy comes along and exploits the people!  He only made it harder for sincere researchers to do work, as the government has yet another negative experience to cause them mental trauma. :(    After I “googled” the reporter’s name, I found he published the same inaccurate article in other newspapers, with the same, singular misleading photo! *~kyaaa~*

All of this let me to take more action and move my timetable “up” a few months.  Instead of waiting longer, I decided to proceed with bringing thing project into public view: thus the publications, the talk show appearance, the possible book, etc etc.  And yes, gallery showings.  I will tell you more next week :)

Mail Call:

Justin wrote: “Do you have gallery showings? If yes, where?”

I’ve only had one gallery showing since being in Indonesia, but you can count on another coming in the very near future.  Actually, I’m planning for 3 showings, one month each, back to back in 3 different locations in Jakarta.  I am still working out the details. :)

Kim wrote: “Your website does not allow purchases of the images.  How can I buy one?”

Actually, some images are not for sale, such as the sex worker images.  But when you select a photo on my website, it gives you the option to contact me.  So far I’ve given away images, rather than sold them, when I see they will be used for the powers of good. :)

Kim (another Kim) wrote: “How are you and the stalker?”

Hahaha, funny you ask.  I tried to work with the stalker on my current project, only to find out she was still telling people a bunch of bull.  I made it clear I wanted co-worker relationship only (and others were witness to this) but it did not matter.  Every time she and I work, it seems to be a 2.5 month time limit before she converts into craziness; at first, all is well, but as time progresses in that 2.5 months, she converts into a … not nice person.   I won’t work with her again, ever.

It’s sad actually.  When we “work” together, we are an *extremely* good team: we blend and mesh very well as we have the same goal: to help the people we are encountering.  We know what the other is doing at the time we are doing our part; we even worked together to get the poor kids school supplies for their make-shift school.  Working together has never been an issue, when we stay on-topic.  It is the private-life items that ruins things every time, like where she tells people, in Indonesian language, we are married, then say they are lying when I learn what was said, or how she say my friends hack her email and cell phone to send me those hate emails/sms messages (ex: how all Muslims are going to hell, and they trying to take me with them, and she will kill them before she allows it, and God hates them all, and God told her it is her responsibility to keep me from their evil.  God also told her I had a light blue sofa in my house, and a Hispanic babysitter (I’m not shi!tting you!): insane!).

At our last insane blow-up, 3 friends, the car’s driver, and I had to use a system to jump into the car, and lock all the doors, as she was insisting she wanted to go with us on the project (after I declined her because she cannot separate work and personal topics).  I won’t go into more details of how we did it (it’s funny actually), but it ended in her breaking the car’s back-window and door with a brick!  The driver got out and almost smacked her!  People told him “don’t hit her, she’s just a woman.” (omg)

I had the choice of either giving the driver her address and phone number, so his co can sue her for $, or pay for the damages myself.  She is a gov worker: committing a violent crime would certainly get her fired, and she would not be able to go to the USA for her PhD (UCLA, watch out!).  I paid the damages (she does not even know they wanted her info, or that I paid the damages) so she would not be fired.  I also paid the damages, so her chances of going to the far side of the planet Earth, far away from me, would not be ruined.  I’m happy to say she is staying away (no calls or messages), and I certainly am too.  Life is happy again. :)

Ivan wrote: “When shooting, how many images do you keep out of the bunch”

Hmmm, I have to say this will be in a future blog, but to give an base answer: maybe 1 out of 500.  The future blog will explain why I am so “picky” about what images I keep. :)

ENOUGH. Take care, I have to work! And, I have to prepare for next week’s presentation :) :)


Running Downhill…

Comments (14) | Published: Thursday, October 9th, 2008 in About Rodney, Indonesia, Jakarta, Java, People, Photography

Hello Hello Hello,

It’s been super busy lately, both in my personal life, my photographic life (which partly overlaps into my personal life), and my professional life.

You can read the mundane details below, but for lazy people like me, allow me to just give you the cliff notes version :)

  1. Preparations for my current photo project has made significant leaps!
  2. My God, I have to give 2 critical presentations within the next month!
  3. After months of complaining to HR to get me CVs and Resumes, I’m FINALLY am getting quality people to potentially fill several tech support and programmer positions!

    *~ If you’re a PHP Programmer, in Jakarta, EMAIL ME! ~*
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  4. After a battle with my company’s HR department, I was able to give two of my staff decent raises.
  5. I really really really need to finish my paper, a study of the specific group of individual sex workers (see previous post, “Exploring The Underground World of Sex Workers”)!

Photo Project:

My company’s campus has several buildings.  For some meetings, I take a quick, 30 second walk to a neighboring building, then proceed to the 7th floor.  From there, I have this incredible view of the area.  One such view is of a place that fits perfectly into my current photo project.  The area has grown in 3 months from 2 shacks, to a community of shacks, where they sort through, and burn huge amounts of trash.

Since I’m working alone on photo projects (I really need to be more autonomous), I decided to take a 45 minute walk to that area, in shirt and tie (stupid me) to talk to the people there, to gain some form of access/entry.  My phone has a dictionary, and I was practicing what to say to their camat (their community leader).  Turns out my attempts paid off.

After their initial shock of seeing this huge black guy with an American accent, they seemed quite open.  I told them the best I could I just wanted “foto foto aja” (photos only).  When the guy was talking, I could only understand 1 out of 7 or 8 words, but it seemed they wanted money!  I told them it for my own project, not gov, or magazine or tv or such.  I am sure I sounded like I was using baby talk hahahaha.

Daily I take taxis to and from work.  I always tell the taxi driver to use roads instead of toll roads, because I love to see the people walking on the street as well as various hidden areas I find photographically interesting.  This is how I found site #2 for the photo project!  So, I’ve now 2 sites to focus on for this project. Hurray!

I also found renting a car (and driver, because no way I will drive in this city!) will be easy.  Some of the places I want to go in the city simply have horrid access to taxis.  And, being lazy, I hate walking more than I need to (but, with camera in hand, I can walk all day).

So, the project will begin soon.  Wait… Not so soon! why????  Because…….

Case Study for Group of Sex Workers:

Yes, I have been asked to turn this in.  I knew it would be due eventually, but I really wish I could have been told of the due date in advance!  I was asked literally just a day before it was wanted! Come on! That is not fair.   I shot the pics when? Last year?  If I was told ‘the paper will be needed in 1 month, or 10 months” then I could have planned my work.

As I was never asked for it, I never kept working on it.  Then just last week I was asked to provide it in a day.  if knew it would be needed, why not tell me when you found out when you are meeting about it?  I could have prepared it, if I was given a firm deadline to have it by.  And, when giving deadlines, it cant be a day or two before!  It has to be planned, and stated during the project’s Analysis phase.  But anyway, It’s a lesson for future projects.  It’s not a huge deal, but will be time consuming, given my work presentations, plus my regular workload. :p

So, I gave what I had, the base outline that was posted on the previous blog post (which did go into detail, but not as much as the formal paper, with citations and secondary sources) and I gave the photographs.  I also stated I would finish the paper next week at the latest (which is when presentation #1 is due….. Oct 14 cryyyy).

Ok, enough for now.  Hope you are not as busy as me!  But damn it, these presentations put off my photo project, AGAIN!  I’m really thinking of that NGO photographer/writer offer that is avail in 2009…  While this job is great pay, it’s cutting into my photography time big time!  This is something I cannot allow for a long period of time.

At the moment I feel like I’m running downhill; at first, I’m in control of the decent, but momentum and gravity are pulling on my body mass until its a mad run, and just keeping from tripping over my own two feet! hahahahaha :)


What Makes Crazy People Crazy???

The Setting:  Starbucks Sarinah, which is 95% empty

I’m writing this blog post in my head.  Why in my head, instead of on my laptop? Because my crazy-ass stalker is sitting next to me.  Why is she sitting next to me?  I’ve no idea, except to bug me.

“Are you alright?  How do you feel?  Did you get my calls or SMS?  You did not reply…”

*~ Well of course I did not reply!  You’re a stalker!  OMG! ~*

I think stalkers have stalker-periods.  Just as women have monthly periods, stalkers have monthly or bi-monthly periods, where they come to their victims, bleed all over them, and give their victims cramps!

My stalker is especially tenacious, using every excuse in the book to make contact.  First, it was contact out of ‘concern’ for my health.  Second, it was contact about religious advice, with a side-dish of dieting wisdom, and reprimand-for-telling-people-cafes-are-fun desert.  Third, she now wanted to meet because Dumbledore, the laptop I sold her a year ago, has a non-functional trackpad after she installed a mouse.  Forth, and lastly, she wanted to meet because she wanted me to join her in Tangerang for a photo project (like I’m going to stay in a hotel with her? “F” that!).  But, no matter what she says or does, I only become more adament to stay the hell away from her.  I’m the world’s most stubborn man.

*~ I AM the world’s most stubborn man! I even have a plaque stating it! ~*

Off-tangent Item:

There seems to be some celebrity here!  There are three photographers here shooting photos of some woman and her gentleman friend.  I’m assuming the woman is the celeb, as I am sure I’ve seen her “somewhere” before, I just can’t place where.  I’m sure on TV though.  I can say she seems genuinely a kind soul, and is very accommodating to the photographers.

Back to Reality… Oh ya, Luxifer is sitting next to me…

Yesterday, she sent food items to my house, even though she knows knows knows I do not want anything from her!  I gave them to the house-boy, because I simply cannot accept anything from her. I felt that was better than just throwing it into the trash (It’s bad to waste food).

Part of me is fully aware she “cares” in her own demented, warped way, but it does not justify terrorizing people. She’s like bi-polar!  One min she spewing out talk of how I am a evil man, because I do not listen to God (why? because all she says is directly from God, and so if I do not listen to her then I am, by the transverse property of mathematics, not listening to God).  Then she “switches” and talks of “why do I avoid her?” as if she has NO CLUE why, as if I just woke up and decided to not talk to her for no reason!  Then she “switches” again with anger and speaking in “tongues” (Christians in America, especially Baptists know what I mean) and telling me she is a prophet, and her name is no longer Luxi <Lastname>.  But, now her name is Maria-name-name-name-name-Luxi <Lastname>.  *~ That scared the shit out of me! ~*

OMG, now she trying to put her arm around me?  *~ GET THE FUCK OFF ME! ~*

No, I did not “say” that, but my Grrrrr seemed to convey the meaning.  Now we know what is next….. the “I’m sorry”  My God.  Now comes “The Tangerang office needs the sex worker photos, this is business Kak Rod…”  I told her “Send me their address; I will mail the CD.”

BTW, I am told “Kak” means “Sister” not “Brother”  Is this true? Then why the fuck does she keep calling me Kak Rod? My skin crawls everytime I hear her call me that.  I want to get up and go, but the free wifi is just too damn adhesive.

She wants to use more of that horrid “Anointing Oil” to bless me.  I respectfully decline.  I should say, all of my replies (the very very few I do give) are very tactful, 5-word-or-less “no thanks” or “sorry, I’m not interested.” replies.  I don’t want to feed the beast!

She rubs the oil in the palm of her hand, and is about to leave.  She’s making several phone calls to whoever.  She wants to shake hands as if “no hard feelings.”   She really does think she is the smartest person on the Planet Earth, and all others are just idiots:  She wants to contaminate me with an Anointing Oil handshake?

Actually there is so so so so so much to tell, but this is enough. My mind is getting full with this text, esp while reading of how O.J. is finally going to jail.

*~ What a combo: OJ and Luxifer, hahaha ~*

A question to the universe: How to get rid of stalkers?  Some friends say “move!” others say “change your number!”  Both of these ideas are quite disturbing actually.  Some may say only do those if the stalker is violent.  Well, my stalker IS violent.

*~ One day, maybe (but most likely not) I will tell you of her physical attack at my house, and prior to that, her throwing a full bottle of Jungle Juice at me, then pushing her elderly mom when the mom and sis were screaming “KikI, Stop It!”! ~*

In the past, I would reply her SMS and emails, in some hope of explaining to her that just because someone is not doing what “she” wants, does not mean they are acting childish.  Oh, if you are not willing to talk to her, you are childish.  Well, I say if a person is disrespectful to you, you then have the right to choose to not associate with that person. But, my attempts are quite insane, in a way.  Why? Because I’ve tried explaining “over and over and over” how I feel and think, and only getting the same result, while hoping to get a new result.

That is the very definition of insanity: doing things in same way, while expecting a different outcome. So, I am taking a new approach to get that new result: I do not reply any communication. I do not reply any emails.  Items she brings to my house are given to the houseboys to do with as they want.  The ONLY thing I give is the photos, which I did shoot for the city of Tangerang, thus I respectfully give that CD of photos.  The entire time she was here (maybe 20min now? I lost count) I’ve said only couple sentences to her.  No matter how many time she put her scaly arm around me, or try to touch my arm, I simply move away slightly to show it is not welcome, and I just turn the music up higher.

Ah, she’s going to church.  Wonderful.  Amen, and God Bless!  Go to Heaven! (pretty please?!?)

The Starbucks girls just brought me a free Oatmeal Raisin cookie.  I guess she saw I needed it. As they were staring and watching this entire infiltration into my personal space *~ LOL ~*

Take care :)


Mail Call…

Comments (6) | Published: Thursday, August 14th, 2008 in About Rodney, EX Plaza

This post will be very fast.  I just wanted to answer more emails that I received:

Lisa Wrote: “Hi, Rodney.  Do you still do humanitarian photography? “

Yes, I do!  But with this new job, which is quite demanding, I onlyh can go on weekends, after planning it.  I am starting a new project in the very near future! :)

Justin Wrote: “What do you think of the politics there?”

Hmm, That is a sensitive topic for Indonesia!  I can say they believe in diversity for political parties.  While America has two main parties, and a bunch of smaller ones which rarely are even herad of, Indonesia has like 30+ parties, and all the candidates really get heard from by the people.  I think more mainstream parties in the USA would be a blessing.

Janice Wrote: “I heard Jakarta has many malls.  Which do you like the least?”

Wow, that is an interesting spin.  First, yes, there are tons of malls in this city.  Back in Norfolk, VA, there were only 2 malls that I can remember (MacAuthor Mall, and Military Circle).  Here, I can’t count them all, and each one here is hugeeeeeee in size. (MacAutorh was just barely 3 floors, with the 3rd having a food court and movie theatre hahaha, and Military Circle is 1 floor only!”  If people from Norfolk came here, they’d be shocked.  Taman Anggrek Mall, alone, would scare them due to its size and 8 floors, with a full-sized ice skating rink (plus dozens of other stores still) on the 3rd level! Second, of all the malls, I HATE Plaza Semangi!  My friends all seem to like it. I hate it.  It is like floor after floor of circles.  Each floor is just a circle.  I hate the place.  I hate going there.   I do not have a favorite mall yet.

Keiko Wrote: “You have been there over a year now. Do you feel comfortable there as non-typical American Bule?”

Hi,  Most people here do not see me as American.  To them, Americans are whites.  When they see black guys, they tend to think Nigerian (even though my friends say blacks from Nigeria and black from the West look very diff, I do not see how though).  Also, Bule is only used with whites.  Indonesians will say it is for all foreigners, but from what I’ve seen, it is only used with Whites.  The very word means “pale”  (its origins are from the old days of the dutch, when Indonesians would jokingly call the Dutch “bule” cos they were pale skinned).

My experience here is that people in Indonesia tend to be more open to “dark” people than most other Asian countries.  EX: In Bangkok, they will bend over backwards to smile and “thank you! thank you!” to whites, but for me, they ignore me until they hear my voice, then suddenly “oh, you are American! ” and I get “thank you!” (but not 2 thank yous hahahaha). I think Indonesia is similar: they treat me diff once they know where I am from, but even beforehand, they are not as rude as most other Asian countries.  Maybe because Indonesians have “dark” skinned Indonesians here (in the East), they are more used to seeing dark people. I find that if you are poliet, and treat people in a fair way, you will be ok here. :)

Christi Wrote: “What food have you not tried yet, that you hear a lot about? Why have you not tried it yet?”

Gado-gado!  I hear about Gado-gado so much and often, yet not tried it, because of the horrid description of it (horrid to me).  It seems to be a mix of everything else, even chips!  I also have not tried Durian yet, which is a real shame. I want to try both of these!

Ok, enough email for now. Please take care!


S$1900 for iPhone 3G: Am I Stu-Stu-Stu-Stupid?…

iPhone 3GYensi and I had a super time in Singapore during my visit there!  We went all over the place, including a new (to me) mall: Cathay.  She really helped to keep me calm and cheered up there (see previous blog about being terminally ill in Changi Airport).

Anyway, before there, we went to tech-heaven: Sim Lim Square!

I wanted to see what the iPhone 3G was selling for and play with one to see how easy it is to write SMS messages on a touch screen.  In the USA, it’s US$199 (8GB) and US$299 (16GB).  Add about US$100 for the “unlocked” (non AT&T) ones.  So, US$399 is great still.

There are many levels in Sim Lim Square.  The first floor, and vendors near the first floor entrance are always the priciest shops.  It’s ok to get their prices, but never immediately buy from them!  Check the other shops, and play them against each other for the best prices!  So, I go to the first shop I see on the first floor with mobile phones.  I saw the yummy iPhone 3G box in the glass display, so I asked the price:

  • Rod: Hi!  Is that the new iPhone 3G? How much is it?”
  • Blood Sucking Salesman: “S$1750″ He said this with such big, smug smile on his face that said “Yeah, and what you gonna do about it?”
  • Rod: “What??? S$1750??? Why on Earth would anyone play so much, when it can be bought in America for just $399!?”
  • BS: “Maybe you should buy it in America then and buy it.” *~ What!? !@#$@! It’s on now! ~*
  • Rod: “For S$1000 I actually could fly to America and buy it!”  *~ Smack-down, bitch! You’ve been served! ~*
  • BS: “Uh, ummm, uhhh, uhhhhh….”  Thinking of what to say… forget it…

Yensi and I went around the mall, various floors asking.  The prices ranged from S$1650 to S$1900!

At an Apple dealer, we aske their price.  They did not have it yet.  Nor did SingTel.  Ahhhhh, then I realized the iPhone is not officially released in Singapore, and those Sim Lim Blood Suckers thought they would ask incredible + S$1000 prices!

I want the iPhone, but Dang!  I’ll just wait for it to be released!  (I’ll prob have to order it: no telling how long it will be before Jakarta gets it hahaha).


Pondering Poverty, TelkomHell, & Cambodia Coming Up…

Pondering Poverty:

I’m still processing images recently taken in south Vietnam along the Mekong Delta. I must say I only shot a handfull of images during my two day tour of the Mekong Delta, with some scenes standing out more than others. Life along the river a mixture of harsh and simple life: meaning, while making a living along the river may be difficult, people still content with each other, their environment, and thus with daily life.

I’ve mentioned in past blog posts Indonesia is a country of maximum extremes. While Jakarta is quite modern, it still has scattered pockets of gritty poverty. Furthermore, Indonesia’s poverty levels becomes more acute as one goes further away from a major city. I’ve also mentioned Vietnam also have a similar social structure, but not to the extreme of Indonesia: in other words, Vietnam’s HCMC is not nearly as modern as Jakarta, and its poor regions are not as inflicted with poverty as deeply as Indonesia.

I am beginning to think there are different categories of “poor.” Vietnam poor is more along the lines of “country living” poor (as Americans would say, living in the Boondocks); they have very little money, but they also need little money as they try to live off the land as much as possible, and their homes are buildings that are simply decaying, but maybe once were built to a certain cultural standard.

Indonesia’s poor are not only monetary poor, but poor in nearly every way relative to the essentials of living; they tend to live in makeshift homes of disgarded wood, plastic wrap and scraps of sheet metal, and often are wearing scraps of old cloth as clothing (in the poorest areas I’ve seen so far). I have seen families living on cardboard between railroad tracks in Jakarta. It is safe to say Indonesia has the “country living” poor, plus the stark, gritty poverty of having virtually nothing at all.

Along the Mekong Delta, may earn a living selling fresh fruits and vegetables from out of their rowboats. In the early hours one can find dozens of type of fruits and fresh seafood. There are even vendor boats, where the person sells bottled water, canned sodas and snacks! Speaking of snacks, you should try the mini pineapples! The seller will cut up the pineapple in a way the stem can be used as a handle and then you eat the pineapple as if it was a turkey drumstick! YUMMY!

As it should be obvious by now, living on the Mekong Delta means spending a lot of time in and around the water. Whether you are washing (yourself, child, pet, cloting or veggies, all next to each other), traveling, earning a living or shopping, odds are you will use the river. And life on a river means having a boat. Every age, men and women are in boats.

TelkomHell:

I use a mobile phone service called Telkomsel. They are (supposedly) the best in Indonesia. But, my personal experience with them lately has been nothing but pure Hell on Earth! I signed up for international roaming, mobile banking, etc. Does ANY of it work? NO!

Not only do I find it hard to believe they are the best service, but the service is almost none-existent in central Jakarta! (Meaning, I must stand next to a window to get a measly two bars on my mobile phone, and I am in a standard 1st floor building, not a conctrete-laced skyscraper! Don’t even let me get started about their Telkom Flash Internet service (I’m already planning to switch back to Indosat for Internet upon returning to Jakarta)!

The standard line from customer service is “Please wait 3 days” I’ve waited 3 days now for over a week. They have no idea what they are doing. They’re simply stalling, and getting rid of customers, so when they call back, maybe another tech will have to deal with the issue. They should rename their service to TelkomHell!

So, if you have tried to call me, SMS me, or MMS (in reference to you, x-tine hahaha) me, please wait until I return to Jakarta. :)

Cambodia Coming Up:

EARLY tomorrow morning, I’ll be heading to Cambodia! I’m very excited and looking forward to this part of the Journey. I can’t wait to see the temples as well as the villiages. While there, I’m not certain how much internet access I will have. I will try my best to say hello when I can.

Cheers!


Exploring The Underground World of Sex Workers…

I’ve been doing a lot of research lately for current and future photographic projects. I’ve been reading many research papers and Millennium Development Goals (MDG) documents relative to Indonesia from the UN, WHO, USAid, and several NGOs. Two particular MDG that caught my attention are related to HIV-AIDS and Gender Inequality/Women Empowerment in Indonesia.

While the supporting research and documents went into great detail about the current status of these initiatives, work being done to combat them, and future goals, I noticed very little was mentioned about how the two topics share some common denominators and even fuel each other. Because of this, I’ve begun a new project that focuses on women sex workers.

This post is to give you a taste of what I’ve discovered and learnt to date during this on-going project. As with all my photographic projects mentioned on this site, this blog post’s text and photographs are a mere sub-set of the written article and photographs for this project (e.g., last post had 7 photos, but that particular photo essay has 25 photos in total). The text below, while quite long, is not quite 40% of the total document! I didn’t want to bore you with research citations, footnotes and bibliographies. :)

Some people have asked why I do not post all of the photographs for the projects I write about. The reason is simple: I’m almost done developing the new www.BeyondExposures.com website, which will house my photographic work in its entirety, including detailed photo essays and supporting articles. The new Beyond Exposures site will be up and running hopefully by mid-March. For now, I only post a handful of the photographs from each photo essay and introductory text I choose to mention. This particular post will focus purely on the overall experience and stories told by the women and health workers. A detailed paper will be completed by end of the week (as requested by the Ministry of Heath) and posted on Beyond Exposures for public access.

Defining The Project’s Parameters:

After weeks of deliberation, I narrowed my project to focus on five key areas: the women’s induction into sex work, motivations for staying, physical and mental health status, general profile of the typical client, and future outlook.

I picked a specific group of sex workers located just outside of Jakarta in the Tangerang Municipality to interview and photograph. Other groups in different areas will also be interviewed in the future. I managed to get permission from the women’s managers through health support group who supplies free condoms and health examinations to the sex workers. I had full access to the buildings, the women, as well as the support from “Mama and Papa” (the managers of the women).

Technical Difficulties:

Let me say one thing before I begin giving you details: This was the hardest photographic effort of my life! I had to shoot in near total darkness, with no flash and no tripod. I had to walk very quickly, yet quietly, past rooms with clients being serviced, and get photographs without being caught. I had to find a way to get sharp photographs while people moved at normal rates of speed, while being forced to use insanely slow shutter speeds.

Additionally, I need to mention the men and women in these particular photos knew they were being photographed. The photographs are real-life simulations of the actual events that take place over and over again each night in exact detail of how things happen: from condom use, to groping by the men. The men and the women gave their permission to be photographed, with the exception of the actual client who’s back was turned to me while he was asleep in the photo.

The Location:

Getting to the area was a challenge in itself. The physical location is on a long, thin cape of land not much wider than 25 meters, but easily more than 10 kilometers in length. One side of the cape has a beautiful scene of fishermen. The other side of the cape has a scene view of the water and small islands with airplanes taking off and landing at the airport in the distant background. The cool wind is constantly blowing. There are no mosquitoes!

The bumpy, dirt road is in extremely poor condition and is only wide enough for one car. A number of times, one car had to pull into the grass and mud so another car could pass. Deep grooves are carved in the mud road from the many motorcycles that travel up and down it.

The Cafe Faridah
The Cafe Faridah

Along the long stretch of thin land are dozens of rectangle-shaped buildings (about 25 meters long and 15 meters wide) built over the water. The floors and beams are made of Indonesian bamboo, which is said to be the strongest bamboo in the world. The buildings are bisected length-wise. The half next to the land is the dimly lit café area where drinking, dancing, women selection, and negotiations for sexual services take place. The other half of the building is 10 to 15 rooms (that are not quite 2.5 square-meters in size) where the women sleep and service clients. Each of these buildings has 10 to 15 women living there. Each building has a Mama and Papa who watches over the women.

On the end of most of the buildings are warungs (small convenience stores) that sold food, snacks and other things such as hand lotion and cigarettes. Across the road from the buildings are several street vendors cooking hot food, as the cafes only offer drinks.

While the women and managers knew my plans, the clients of course did not, and certainly would have objected to being photographed. I arrived at the location early morning, when the women were just waking up and preparing for the day. I was able to survey the building. I asked the women to sit on the far end of the bed when with the clients, so the client’s backs would be to the door (and thus not easily see me). I was allowed in the tiny cashier office of the café so I could shoot photographs through a 12 square-inch opening used to hand out beer and exchange money. When walking past rooms with women servicing clients, I had to be extra light-footed because the bamboo floors would creek under my weight with each step.

How Business Is Conducted:

Due to the remote location of the cafes, men come either by ojek (motorcycle taxi) or by a mini-van supplied by the café managers. The cost is a flat Rp. 100,000 (US $10) where 15,000 pay for the room . The remaining 85,000 are paid to the sex worker.

Iis dancing while others relax
Iis dances to the fast beat while others relax before work.

At night, stretch of land is saturated with loud, fast rhythm music. The girls stand outside laughing and dancing, calling out to the men as they drive past in hopes to get him to stop at their particular cafe . As men are transported down the long stretch of cafes, he picks one to stop at based on personal interest (maybe he likes a particular girl at one café, or he picks the café based on how lively it is).

Workers Negotiating the Price
Worker and client in price negotiations

Once at the café, he negotiates with the girls or a manager before entering. If a deal is struck, he enters, gets a drink at the cashier window, and has a great time drinking, flirting and dancing. This is the time the client chooses which girl he’d like to be with. Drinks are not included in that Rp 100,000 price.


Yeni Being Man-handled by Client

Once he and the girl agree to be together (the workers can decline the man if they wish to) they enter the back rooms where he is serviced. The girls do try to get men to use condoms, often successfully, but some men just do not like them. After sexual activity, the men either leave the café, return to the dance hall for more drinks, or just fall asleep on the bed. The workers go to wash their genitals and reapply makeup if needed before returning to the dance hall. If the man wants to stay with the girl all night, the cost becomes Rp. 200,000. Upon leaving the building the client settles his entire bill at the cashier window before departing.

Client Sleeping After Being Serviced
Client Sleeping After Being Serviced

Focus Areas 1 and 2: Induction Into Sex Work and Motivations for Staying

Induction into sex work varied from trickery by management to a conscious choice based on immediate financial need, to even revenge against men. Physical harm is not an issue for the women.

Yeni, age 24, was told she was being sent to work in a restaurant, only to learn the café’s true nature after arriving. She initially felt compelled to stay due to the threat of character assassination, as well as the original need to earn money to help support her family, and sold her virginity to an unknown client. One would initially think Yeni is a very happy, upbeat woman, but the more she talked about her situation, the sadder she became with tears welling in her eyes. She simply hopes to meet a good man and get married so she may leave.

Yeni And Cient
Yeni and Client

Rina, age 30, has been at the café by choice for 2 years. This is her second time working at the cafe. She entered a marriage at age 18 to a man who eventually shared and sold her to his friends. After years of abuse, she left him. Rina then came to the café to work for about a year before leaving to enter an informal marriage as a second wife/concubine. Her second husband also abused and cheated on her. After giving birth to a son, she contracted HIV from her husband. Rina returned the café to earn money to send home to help support her family. She has a dream to one-day work as a beautician or stylist at a salon.

I asked Rina would she be allowed to leave if she one day decided to try work at a salon. She said the women could come and go as they please–e.g., for shopping or visiting back to their home village–as long as they let Mama or Papa know in advance their intentions and time they will return. When I asked about condom use, since she has HIV, Rina smiled and said sometimes the clients use them, sometimes not. Most of the women interviewed said a lot of the clients do not fully understand how to use condoms, and the women must explain and demonstrate its use.

I later learnt that Rina plays judge and jury with her clients. If she feels the client is a “good man”, she encourages him to use the condom. If she feels he is a “bad man” then she encourages him not to use a condom, in hopes of infecting him with HIV-AIDS. She blames her first husband for her circumstances, saying if it not for him, she’d not be a low woman used for sex. Revenge, vindictiveness, and a low opinion of clients in general are driving factors for Rina remaining at the café in addition to the need to earn money for her family.

Elin Waiting In Her Room
Elin Waiting In Her Room

Elin is 24 years old. She is married and has one child. Her husband is fully aware she is a sex worker, and fully supports her choice. She was not tricked or forced into sex work. It simply is the fastest way to earn the most money to send home and build a savings. She has definite plans to work for a specific time before leaving to start a business of her own (the nature of the business was not mentioned). She has a very “business” attitude about her situation. I asked Elin how often she sees her family. She sees them on regular intervals, but for only very short visits. Longer visits are hard on her child, who would beg her to stay home.

While all of the women interviewed had various origins, introductions to sex work, and motivations for staying, one thing is clear. The ability to earn large amounts of cash in a very small time frame is the key reason for remaining in this line of work. I should mention drug addiction has often been sited as a means for managers to control women, but this is not the case for this particular group.

Focus Area 3: Physical and Mental Health

Disclaimer: I’m not a doctor (MD or PhD). I’ve only studied Psychology in university from General Psychology to advanced Abnormal Psychology (the first two classes of General Psychology being required, the other five classes in Abnormal Psychology taken as electives and simply because I loved the topics). I almost double majored in Psychology (my first major was Computer Science) since I had completed the majority of the core requirements for the degree. I still read Psychology papers and journals, purely out of interest. With this being said, I speak only from a well informed, albeit non-PhD, opinion of Psychology. My statements regarding physical health are based on confirmed physical issues told to me by the women and the local heath officials who provide free routine physical checkups and HIV-AIDS tests.

The physical health of this particular group of women is fairly good. Some of them, such as Rina, have tested positive for HIV. Women interviewed have mentioned the need and use of oils as lubrication to prevent vaginal irritation and soreness, as they sometimes must service clients when they are “not in the mood.” Each woman services one to three clients each night, seven days a week. If a woman does not feel like working on a particular day, she is allowed to stay in her room, or work in the café area entertaining the clients. When menstruating, they work only in the café area, keeping the clients company while they drink, and dancing.

Some of the women suffer from poor self-concept and self-esteem. Self-concept is the cognitive/thinking aspect of how a person views herself. Self-esteem is the affective/emotional aspect about how a person feels about herself due to self-concept. Depression is also prevalent, as women must suppress their emotions feelings in order to wear a mask of happiness and excitement in front of the clients. Other examples of mental health issues are as severe as schizophrenia.

A few of the women suffer from obvious issues of sexual promiscuity, despite cultural influence (i.e., they enjoy being sexually promiscuous despite coming from a culture dictates it is a negative social behavior) and truly like what they do for a living. They are aware of the dangers and social opinion of sex work. They see it purely as a job to earn large amounts of money quickly with little effort, and are no different than being a singer or actress or other performer.

Focus Area 4: General Profile of the Typical Client:

The clients vary from unmarried 20-somethings to married older men who travel well over 2 hours to the café’s remote location to avoid being recognized. Fortunately, the clients who frequent the café are not violent. In fact, most of the women stated their clients are very caring. Violence is extremely rare, as managers keep a close eye on everything that is happening, and intervene when a client is too drunk. Drunken clients sometimes do become verbally abusive, using rude language and slang for what they want when the women service them.

Just after servicing one client, Elin came to me to describe the experience. Typically, services last only about 30 minutes. Her particular client did not want her to open her bra, stating he only wanted “the bottom area.” While being polite, he rejected the use of a condom, stating they feel strange. After being serviced, he paid her an extra Rp. 150,000 (US $15) as a tip for good service.

Another worker, Iis, came to me after her client, a regular visitor who is very rich but married, to describe her experience and history with this particular client. She’s known him for 4 months. He visits her at the café on regular intervals, but they’ve never had sex. He has erectile dysfunction. Despite being very pretty, and using every trick she could think of (from manual stimulation, to performing a strip tease, to oral sex, and even trying to arouse him with multiple girls) he just cannot get aroused. They end up talking in her room during his visit. He is very generous by giving her Rp. 400,000 each visit, as well as sending her cell phone Rp. 50,000 credit. When she wants to return to her village, she contacts him via SMS and he comes to bring her money for her trip home or gifts for her to take home.

When asked if clients sometimes develop infatuation or crushes on the workers, the girls laugh that it does happen at times, and it is great as it means the men will return soon, or give them extra money in addition to the Rp. 100,000 fee.

Focus Area 5: Future Outlook

The women all are very smart. Their key motivation is always to earn large sums of money in a relatively short time by what they feel is an effortless way, despite the mental and physical dangers. All of the workers have talked of their dreams to leave and lead conventional lifestyles.

Rehabilitation centers, which provide counseling and job training, are available to the women. They are all aware it is free to them if they choose to leave the café. Most of them stated they are interested in entering such rehab programs, but I am sad to say I personally feel such rehabilitation cannot be successful in its present form.

Why do I say this negative thing about a positive facility? I say it simply because money, in large sums and quick access to it, is their motivation. Most of the girls have little to no education (despite being very ‘street smart’). The types of jobs they could be trained for will not pay the same amount of money they currently earn to send home to their families. Furthermore, they receive large sums of money on an almost daily basis, while a conventional job would only pay them once a month. So, given the fact they would earn less, and receive that smaller pay less often leads me to think rehabilitation, in its current form, is not a viable solution, unless the women, and their families back in their villages, are willing to accept less pay in exchange for honorable work. That’s the trap, at least for this group of women: addiction to, and reliance on, the large sums of money.

I strongly feel the only women who will fully benefit from the rehab centers will be the ones without family depending heavily on them for financial support, thus freeing them from the immediate need to earn large sums of money.

I will soon tour the rehabilitation centers. I will find out if I am right or wrong. I’m hoping I’m wrong.

Special Thanks:

I just wanted to give a quick thanks to my friends who helped me to gain access to the areas and workers, as well as acted as translators for me during the interviews. I should also thank Mama, who was very hospitable and tried to spoil me with many foods like roasted peanuts and donuts. Her adorable daughter kept supplying me with free grape soda! The health workers teased me by saying the daughter (maybe 12 years old?) likes me as she kept following me around, standing close by to watch what notes I wrote in my Pocket PC and smiling at me after inspecting my photos in my Canon’s viewfinder. When Mama and the family wanted a photo with me, the 12 year old wiggled her way under my arm. Hahaha!


“Mama” and her daughters

Last, and certainly not least, I want to thank the workers, who were very friendly and open to any questions I had. I was allowed to photograph them getting ready for work and even bathing (but I’m a gentleman and declined). They seemed very interested in my motivations for being there. After talking to many of the girls, they were asking my friends “Does he like one of us? Which of us does he like best?” *~ Kyaaa! ~*

Elin, Rina, Schizto Worker and Social Worker
Elin, Rina, a schizophrenic worker and Social Worker

My Current Status:

My teaching contract will soon come to an end in mid-April. I’m debating to continue to teach English at another school in Jakarta (a long, sad story behind this) or to pursue Humanist, Cultural and Special Interest photography full time–meaning I’d need to find a source of income to pursue photo projects. I’m still pondering over the variables. So far most of my photographic work has been given freely to organizations, as the work help them to help others. I feel like Harry Potter sitting under the “Sorting Hat”

Sorting Hat: “Difficult, very difficult… Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either, and a thirst to prove yourself, but where to place you…”

I’ll soon implement my donations button. Hopefully some kind souls will help me to help others in need through my reportage, photojournalism and photographic work.

Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:

Tolong: Help
Saya: I/Me

Ex: Tolong Saya! (Help me!)

Take Care!


A Man-made Disaster

I’m currently at home nursing a very bad cold. I actually started this blog in my head Sunday morning, when I received an emergency SMS and call from a friend saying “Rodney! Get your camera! Lots of people are being evicted from their homes into the street by hundreds of police!” I could hear the rain outside, even though I was half asleep. Hearing of this news brought me to full attention. I got dressed fast, forgetting to take a shower, grabbed my camera, and jumped into the taxi. This blog is about what I saw. These are just a few photos taken that day.

I traveled to an area called Rawasari in central Jakarta. Hundreds of police and health officials were there as people scurried from place to place, carrying all they could before the steam shovel destroyed their homes and businesses. Maybe you wonder “why???” It’s simple: the businesses and the houses were there illegally for over 5 years.

It began to rain more. I’m soaked, my hat’s soaked, and my bag’s soaked. Thank God for Canon’s L lenses, which are weather sealed but cost me each over US $1000, and B+W Multi Resistant Coating filters that are harder and clearer than glass, and are water and dirt repellent. These filters cost me a small fortune, but all of lenses are protected with this filter on the front of it: a true blessing in the heavy rain and heavy dust in the air (due to the demolition).

My camera, the Canon 20D, was not as lucky as it is not weather sealed, but it’s my baby and I’m never selling it. It held up in the pouring rain, but I had to keep drying it with a very wet shirt. The viewfinder still has water evaporating *cry*. My 20D is like an aging quarterback: it’s doing the job, but getting old and soon will need to be benched to make room for a new rookie. I am in desperate need of a professional camera body to match my professional lenses, and the 20D can be its backup.

*~ Dear Santa: I need a pro camera like the Canon 5D or the Made-by-God 1Ds Mark III! ~*

Hundreds of on-lookers were on the bridges with mobile phone cameras, pocket cameras and video cameras as people splashed in the mud and rising sewer water, carrying anything they could save from demolition. A famous TV reporter was on the scene talking to people. I’ve never seen so many grown men crying.

Chinese ceramics were stored everywhere: under bridges, sitting in the mud, and in the street. The ground around the store was covered in sharp, broken ceramic pieces. My feet got may scrapes, but luckily no deep cuts. People in flip-flops trekked through ankle-deep trashy, muddy waters with arms-full of items. It was a truly harsh scene.

The businesses are extremely successful, albeit illegally built, and filled to the brim with imported Chinese ceramics, vases and such. It’s said Rawasari also has some of the best deals on top-quality rattan furniture. Storeowners stored their expensive vases and goods under the bridges and underpasses. Rattan furniture was sitting in the rain. Even more goods just sat in the mud in the rain, in hopes it was far enough from the buildings so they would not be damaged during the destruction.

Behind the stores, business owners had built a hidden kampong full of rundown buildings, which they rented to dozens of impoverished families for US $15-30 a month for the privilege of living illegally. Most of the men work as trash collectors. All inhabitants were giving just a week’s warning by the government, and offered US $50, to move to other locations.

The kampong inhabitants wanted to accept the money and move, but their business owner landlords wanted to stay and fight, and would not allow their kampong tenants to leave. Because tenants could not leave, they could not accept the money offer. Now their homes are destroyed, and they are out of money.

Children were everywhere. One little boy, who did not live in Rawasari, came from his safe home, in the torrential downpour, to look for his little friend. He was visibly upset because no one knew where his friend’s family was, and their home was already torn to bits. He just kept walking in the rain with his head down past the broken buildings.

I was less than a meter from all going on. I took photo after photo as the hundreds of officials carrying wands and enforcement sticks stormed the buildings, evacuating people (but not by force, unless absolutely needed). I even walked into the structures with the officers, 2 people behind the leader. Amazing, they allowed me. Maybe my “national geographic” hat and camera made me seem I’m there in an official capacity.

I went everywhere my chubby body could fit. I got hit on the head a few times tiny pieces of wood or pebbles but was quite fine. My friend was terrified to follow some places I went, and called me on my mobile to scream “The steam shovel’s coming! Get out of there!”

I ventured deeper and deeper, finding new places people were hidden and lived. In a panic, they were collecting all of their items into trash barrels to move out. I saw the famous reporter talking to an old woman. She smiled and waved and asked if I want to come in. I waved back and kept going hahaha. *~ OMG She’s Super Cute! ~*

People were running out of buildings with items literally seconds before their exits were caved in by the steam shovel. It was a gruesome site.

There is a ton more I could write… I will later.

Next post: Illegal Mining in Kalimantan, and color (yes, color!) photos

Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:

Belum: Not yet.
Sudah: Finished
Ex: Anda Sudah? Belum. (Are you finished? Not yet.)

Take Care!


Demo Gods and Runaway Freight Trains…

Ok, I’m typing fast: don’t cringe at my typos, bad grammar or composition (you should be used to these by now hahaha).  I am dead tired, and I am fighting a cold (so far it’s a 50/50 battle).

These last few days have been VERY BUSY.  Reviewing photos, reworking photos, resizing photos, new sharpening routines for optimal results for various visual media.  I also bought anew low-tech tech toy: a Mini DVI to VGA cable that allows my hyper-sexy MacBook to use a 2nd visual graphics device like a 2nd monitor.

I’ve been VERY BUSY because my photographic career has been gathering more and more momentum.  If my photographic career has energy, that energy is changing from potential to kinetic energy!

Even more, my photographic work is turning into a perpetual energy machine; fueling itself with the energy needed to continue.  My Photographic work and efforts have taken on the exponentially increasing momentum of a runaway freight train!  I feel like an engineer trying to keep my train on the tracks, despite the twists and turns.

*~ And So Far I Am Successfully Keeping My Train On Track! ~*

Today I gave a presentation to the Indonesian Government.  Running a slide show to display photographs using an InFocus projector, I turned into what Bill Gates (of Microsoft, of course!) calls “The Demo God:” a person who knows his product, and the needs of his client so well, failure is impossible.

For days, I narrowed thousands of photos down to a very select body of work, specific to their project needs.  The presentation went *~ extremely ~* well.  The directors seemed highly impressed, and (even better) seemed to like every photo presented to them for their use. Not only are they going to purchase far more photos than I had thought, they asked for additional photos for a separate project as well!

*~ AND THEY ACCEPTED MY PRICE! Hmmm, maybe I should have asked for more? ~*

Now now, do not bother to ask my price.  I tailored the price based on a number of factors: rarity of the photos (as no other photographer has them, that I am aware of) the time and effort to obtain the photographs (going to Kalimantan, to remote areas of the island, including to Dayak tribes), the fact the photos are being used for books, brochures, government reports and web, etc.,  etc.  Anyway, I can say this: I should more than double my salary for Jan 2008 (based on my teacher’s salary), even more depending on how many other photos they want from the next set (see below).

The director also inquired about a possible exhibition… (more to come about this later…)

Anyway, I’m alive and well. I need to thank my friend, KiKi, for helping me narrow down the selection to a razor sharp group. We spent days editing and reworking the photos.

*~ Hmmm, maybe I should pay her an assistant’s fee? NO WAY! Silly me! (j/k) ~*

Time to get back to work. I must finish another batch of photos (showing samples of housing in poor areas).  I tried to finish this batch today at StarBucks, but some files were on the backup drive, so I was forced to wait to be home.  fun fun fun

*~ YES I do backups of EVERY digital asset! ~*

Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today: none. too busy to learn more *~ cry ~*

Take care, and wish me further luck.  So far 2008 is starting off good. :)

*~ Rodney ~*


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