claiming identity

On Friday, June 4, 2010, 7:30 am, in big picture stuff, by Lori

why can’t i just say “i’m a photographer”?!

When do you shift from saying “I do X” to “I am a X“  From, for example, I knit, to I am a knitter. I design, I am a designer. I like to write, I am a writer. There is an important psychological shift that has pretty fascinating implications for health-related concerns – I have diabetes –> I am a diabetic.

This morning I was reading through a ravelry forum about photography. One woman said something like “I am a photographer blah blah” and she gave a link to her work. I really love photography; I have favorite photographers, books about the philosophy of photography and how-to books; I have a folder of photos of favorite photographs. And I enjoy taking photographs. So I clicked the link to see her work and it was really not good at all. Very poor lighting, trite, poor quality of the images themselves, etc. And she is a

me and my camera

photographer. My photographs aren’t anything special, but they are considerably better than hers.

So my point is not to boast about my photographs, because I’m not doing that, but rather to think about the identity issue. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to make those kinds of claims – it’s not as if it matters! I could walk around saying “I’m a writer,” “I’m a photographer,” “I’m a baker,” etc., and it would not make one bit of difference to the world or to anyone. But I can’t do it. I like to write, I like to take pictures, I like to make bread.  I see other people making the claim, and I’m always in a bit of awe at their self-confidence.

I can imagine possible reasons for my hesitation: it feels like bragging; it feels like I’m saying “I am a professional X” when I’m not, and if anyone looked at my ‘work’ that’s exactly what they’d think, that I’m full of myself, or lying in some way.  I think another aspect relates to my thoughts about writing and photography; books have always been extremely important to me, and I hold writers in very high esteem. They have a kind of exalted place in the world, to my mind. Photographers less so, but good photographers can transform people, understandings, even policy. To say “I am a writer” just feels impossible. Salman Rushdie is a writer. Cormac McCarthy is a writer. Victor Hugo is a writer. Jose Saramago is a writer. I am not Rushdie, or any of those.

I also think that saying “I am a” invites people to ask if they’ve seen/read your work. It implies public or professional acceptance and reward. At a party: “I’m a writer.” “Really, have I read anything of yours?” “No, I just like to write.” Clunk.

But that’s not what people mean when they casually claim these identities (I think). The ravelry woman is a photographer because she takes pictures. Maybe I just need to get over myself and quit over-thinking everything. I do have a tendency to do that. In psychology, there is a construct called “need for cognition,” the meaning of which is pretty obvious. People vary along a continuum in their need for cognition, and I’m way way way at the top of the scale. 99th percentile, I’d guess. :)

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On Tuesday, June 1, 2010, 3:16 pm, in big picture stuff, my people, by Lori

in which the world turns in mysterious ways.

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OK: So I was born in a very small town in Texas (Graham, population 7,477 when I was born). I later went to high school in a slightly larger town in Texas, Wichita Falls. Outside of Texas, no one has heard of these places. (I just learned that Bud McFarlane, Reagan’s National Security Advisor, is from Graham. Not that that’s anything to brag about.) So that’s the background.

graham texas, the video!

I’ve been talking with one of my authors who lives in Australia. One thing led to another, and …. get this. He grew up in Graham. He graduated from high school in Wichita Falls. And we share an uncle. His uncle is my great-uncle, so I don’t get the whole cousin structure, but maybe we’re 2nd cousins once removed?

I stood with my mouth open, reading his email on my Blackberry this morning on the subway platform. We knew the same people. We’ve been in the same living room – Jim Vernon’s living room, right across the street from my grandfather’s house. In Graham Texas. My author got a scholarship to Stanford, and off he went – B.A. from Stanford, PhD from U Minnesota, then off to Australia for a professorship. But he and I both know that living room on the corner of Colorado Street in Graham Texas, because it belonged to our shared uncle.

This has left me shaking my head today at the wonder and mystery of life.

Also, I’ve arranged to trade my madelinetosh jodhpur for a skein of the same yarn, but in a blue-green called cousteau:

madelinetosh eyre light - cousteau colorway

I’ll mail mine to her, and she’ll mail hers to me, tomorrow.  I liked the jodphur well enough, but think I can do more with the cousteau. Pretty, right?

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