While interning at doctorswithoutborders.org in early 2010, I was given the responsibility of running doctorswithoutborders.tumblr.com. As the manager of this part of our online community, I curated content, worked with our editorial team, and kept in touch with our Tumblr followers.
The book Writing On The Edge: Great Contemporary Writers on the Frontline of Crisis is a collection of 14 first-hand accounts of life inside conflict zones where Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders provides emergency medical care.
Nancy Ramos had been HIV positive for 15 years when I went to photograph her in 2007. The recovered alcoholic is a mother of two; both her children are HIV negative. She lives in Whittier, California with her son, Ray.
"In a strange way, I’m grateful for this virus. I wouldn’t be the person I am. I can’t imagine living without it and not having learned that I can do things on my own and be an independent woman."
This video is an overview of Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders’ activities in Jamaame, Somalia. MSF’s work in Somalia is conducted by national staff because security risks make it too dangerous for international staff to live there. On a rare “flash” trip into the country, MSF field coordinator and photographer Javier Roldan collected images, sounds, and voice recordings from Somali staff. Using this material, we worked together to build this slideshow.
the idea for this shirt came from a tom waits song on real gone. the song itself is cool enough to inspire a shirt, but the origin of the phrase “hoist that rag” is better, i think.
i’m told it was a theater thing. the same way an audience might call for encore, “hoist that rag” or “hist the rag” or “h’ist the rag” was a demand to raise the curtain and start the show. this bit from the galaxy (full text) sets it up well:
“Half an hour before the time announced for opening the door, the sixty ticket-holders kicked at it so furiously that, after many expostulations and useless thrashings, the manager yeilded, and the audience pouring pell-mell into the theatre, filled it, and instantly began a furious stamping. There were cat-calls, whistling with two fingers, with three fingers, with four fingers, cries of disapprobation at delay, and threats of vengeance. There were successful imitations of every domestic animal. Accordingly, the manager came before the curtain and requested that cries of “hist the rag” and “physic!” and all personal controversies in the pit should cease. ”