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Hard Day's Work
FOUND by Joe Beshenkovsky
in Manhattan, New York
This is a photo that somehow slipped into my storage locker at the Manhattan Mini Storage on Van Dam St. How unhappy does the "driver" look? I'm trying to determine where they are (West Indies?) and how old it is (late 80's?) - but the blue truck in the background seems newer, and I'm pretty sure that's a UN sticker on the door. Things to ponder ...
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really interesting find! i love how cranky the driver looks. like "ok i'll cart you two around, but don't think i'll put out my smoke!"
I'm thinking this is a spoof pic. The man at the handles is really with the woman in the cart and they made the driver sit with the woman.
This UN truck in the back of the photo probably has to do with the UN-US invasion of Grenada. The man could be a brother forced to pose with his sisters carrying them in a rickshaw
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again..finder is interesting?
I like your assessment, Michelle.
Rex?? do you believe me? check the reena posts. sigh.
East Timor in the late 90's.
The driver's expression isn't unhappiness, it's complete shock, because there's a mob of people dragging government officials and the bourgeoisie down the street directly behind the camera man. He's afriad that when the mob sees his rickshaw they'll go after his passengers and he'll get trampled in the process. Marie Antoinette in the rickshaw sees the crowd as well, but she's so insulated that she doesn't even understand that there's a class war going on before her very eyes. "What are all those people- oh! Oh GOD! Let them eat cake! CAKE!!"
Mona- if you can find Joe Beshenkovsky then you can find Rex Winsome, email me and i'll tell you what I believe.
I am naming him Rickshaw McGraw.
Go McGraw Go!!!
The driver is wearing a winter sweater with sandals - and smoking. I think he woke up late for work that day, realized his regular work clothes were dirty so threw on the first thing he saw. Unfortunately it was this.
He must be good at his job though; there is no way I would do that (at all) in sandals.
The woman travels light though :)
Wait! It is a picture of the vacationing couple doing that pretend pose that you do on vacay. "I'll pose as the worker for this picture to make my wife happy. To kick it up a notch we'll put the driver in the back! I'm so smart."
Ah HA!
I don't think the "driver" looks unhappy at all. He looks cool and calm, like it's another days work.
Could be from last year. They just have older stuff.
UN truck. Doubt it. Too old looking.
I'm guessing Malaysia or some French colony because of the Puegot-looking car light on the left.
I just have opposite feelings than this picture finder this morning. I have my own rickshaw to pull.
I could never ever ride in a rickshaw. Why on earth would I let a poor skinny malnutritioned guy pull me a couple of blocks to my destination, when I can damn well walk there myself. If he can walk it, why can't I. It's a dirty shame!!! Does anyone agree with me? Lazy ass folk!
sorry ya'll
Because its his livelihood, Maria. He can make a few quarters so that he can feed his family. Just a thought.
The woman in the cart looks like my college room mate - Karen. She lived in the Turks & Caicos Islands. Dude pulling the cart w/cig kind of reminds me of Samuel L. Jackson....he's got attitude.
Nothing like getting your exercise WHILE smoking a cig, wearing sandals AND a sweater! Gah!
Great find! I love it - and would love to know the story behind it.
so, rather than those folks in the rickshaw being 'lazy ass folk', perhaps they are contributing to the local economy. Same as taking a cab to the....where ever it is you go in sunny cali.
Hey, you know what'll really help your family? Take these tourists to a dark alley, stab them to death and sell their kidneys on the black market. Then serve the rest of the carcass to your kids, the flesh of the bourgeoisie is surely more satisfying than eating quarters.
Rise up McGraw! Smash the bourgeoisie! Unite with the california cab drivers! Revolution! You have nothing to lose but your chains, and a world to win!
Rex. You are mocking me.
I'm curious to know. Does it bother you to have to conform to answering the spam protection correctly, rather than with biting sarcasm and wit?
I thought this was the beginning of the parade for the Haitian Transgendered Community Theater's fall production of "The Man from La Mancha". Who knew!
It sure looks to me like the guy who's behind the handle of the rickshaw is posed there (look how nice his clothes are) and that the real rickshaw driver is probably taking the picture. Really, who would want to be running around pulling people in a rickshaw all day in a hot sweater?
Turbo: brilliant!
Mona, after I posted my comment and thought about it later on, it came to me. Duh! It's their living. I was feeling sorry for the chain smoking, sweater wearing man, however, I shouldn't have.
My coworker gives me crap about wearing jeans and flip flops. Now I have the argument that at least it's better than sweaters and sandals.
I've heard the word "rickshaw" plenty of times, and I've seen those vehicles in movies and on TV, but until today I had no idea that that's what a rickshaw is.
Mona Lisa, I can't answer for Rex, but I can tell you that for me, answering the spam protection questions correctly takes every ounce of restraint I can muster.
see you all hate the sweater with sandals, i'm sitting here hating the too short pants (why cant most guys see if they're legs are too long for a pair of pants?). i'm such a fashion crazy, so much fun.
Flargy... i know that its that way for me. .. must...answer..properly.. must.. fight ...... sarcasm...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
is this "the man's" way of controlling us?
Mona- i'm not mocking so much as responding to your argument with an exaggerated (and thus more entertaining) version of the counter-argument, namely Dependency Theory.
On spam protection: i look forward to the spam protection and celebrate when i get it correct.
The day before thursday... hmmm... wednesday, right? Right? Well, here goes... YES!! foundmagazine.com considers me NOT-SPAM i am validated!
This is the reason i do not allow myself to have internet at home. When i did, i'd play dumb flash games for hours in order to make myself think i was capable of at least some kind of achievement. Now, instead, i slowly make my way through writing the most ambitious peice of theatre i can.
This picture was taken in India, probably Calcutta, where this is a very common mode of transportation.
Dependency Theory.
I hadn't realized that there was a name for it, now i realize how naive I am. I have great moral arguments with myself, when i think about the way society in general tries to keep the poor where they are. Giving to charity... putting money in the musician's guitar case... taking a rickshaw ride... are these ways of contributing? or are they ways of making sure people stay in their place?
If your piece of theatre becomes popular with the masses, Rex, are you a success or a failure? If a big movie producer wants to change your script to a screen play, are you succumbing to the lure of the bourgeousie, and while a commercial success, a moral failure?
my script is about (among many other things) the obsolescence of film relative to theatre, so, if i sold it to a movie producer (which i probably wouldn't do, but if i did) i'd do so with my tongue in my cheek and consider it a very successful swindle.
i am contemplating driving this thread further onto a personal tangent by describing my lack of morals (and thus moral failure) and opposition to morality as an idea. resisted the urge until i got to the spam protection, which is asking me for the opposite of bad.
It won't accept amoral.
did you try moral? since, amoral would be the synonym of bad.
successful swindle it would be, should you make such a deal.
my subtle (?) fight against spam protection is to spell the numbers. I know, its lame.
fourteen minus four is ten.
Here's the scenario I immediately pictured:
Man: "hey look! a rickshaw!"
Woman: "Ooooo!"
Person of Undetermined Gender: "Oooo that looks fun!"
Man: "You guys get in there and I'll pretend I'm pulling it!"
PUG: "Great idea! Let's take a picture"
Amoral is not the synonym of bad. Morality is a maggot in our heads.
oh shit, now it's asking me to say "god"
I have to disagree on that one. I think that people use the label of 'morality' to suit whatever meets their needs. I think true morality (treating others like we want ourselves treated), respect for others and respect for the world we live in (not the 'leaders' of the world, but the earth itself) should be what guides us. We should think for ourselves, not let a 'book written by people who think we need to be told what to do' tell us what to do. So..my morality... is the morality of the heart. and a thinking brain.
I ain't got no living room. i've got a bedroom with a stove, sink and fridge in one corner, a closet with 12 foot high ceiling, and a bathroom with lousy plumbing.
Our disagreements on morality are semantic.
I reckon it's Sri Lanka or Pakistan or something.
Actually I think that is Madagascar.
it's madagascar. thanks to two summers there, i know they call it a "pus-pus"... even though you pull it.