Showing posts with label Mark Zuckerberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark Zuckerberg. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014



May 14, 2014

Lina Medina is the youngest confirmed mother in medical history.   She gave birth to a boy when she was five years old.  The boy had a natural life, but didn’t know that his mom was a mom.  For the first ten years of his life, he thought that was his sister.   He lived till he was 40, but mom is still alive and living in Peru.   When her parents brought her to a doctor, they thought she may have a tumor, but the hospital confirmed that she was seven months pregnant.  It’s very rare, but it seems Lina matured quite early in her life. There was also the big question who is the father?  It was suspected that it was Lina’s father, and he was arrested, but they found no proof that he was the actual father.  Lina either didn’t tell, or she can’t remember.  Nevertheless, her son Gerardo, who was named after the doctor who delivered the baby, had a reasonable normal life, but died from a bone marrow disease.



I first heard about the strange occurrence of Lina, while studying Lou Harrison’s music and his interest in Peru.  It is always ironic that how one can read about something else, and it will lead to another avenue or narration.  The photograph of Lina, expecting at seven months, is an image that haunts me for various reasons.  She of course, in her time, became a media darling.   A producer in America was trying to entice her with an offer of $5,000 to document her life, but she or her family didn’t give an approval.  But there is likewise a report that her doctor, had made films of Lina for scientific documentation, but either by chance or karma, the film footage was in a baggage and was dropped into the river while crossing a very primitive bridge.  So there are very few images of Lina’s pregnancy. Well, actually one still exists.



My mother had me when she was 19 years old.  So, it is my nature to take an interest in women who gave birth at such a young age.  Oona Chaplin, was also 19, when she gave birth to her daughter Geraldine Chaplin.   It must have been strange to be married to such an iconic figure and yet, your sole job, was to raise the children in that family.  Oona has always been interesting, because she is a mystery to me.   She started off her life as the daughter of the distinguished playwright Eugene O’Neill, who pretty much ignored her during her lifetime, as well as distancing himself from her and Chaplin, who he reportedly hated.   Nevertheless she was chosen as “The Number One Debutante” of the 1942-1943 season at the Stork Club in New York City.   It is a likelihood that Charlie met Oona at the Stork Club.  But history said that they met when she approached him for a role in a film, that eventually didn’t get produced - nevertheless they fell in love, and she gave up her dreams of being just an actress.   She gave birth to seven more children, with Charlie as the dad, and that was very well the twilight years for Chaplin, with respect for his film work.   The McCarthy era was a very harsh decade for people like Charlie Chaplin.   In 1954, Oona gave up her American citizenship and became a British citizen.  So, first she had to strip her ambitions to be an actress, and then eventually remove herself as an American.



As I write this, I’m also facing my Facebook page, and I decided to look up Oona and Lina.  I don’t know the family history, but there is an actress named Oona Chaplin, who I presume is the granddaughter of our Oona, as well as a page for Lina Medina!   It is just so odd that we have something like Facebook in our lives, because it attaches so many people, yet makes them one.  Today it’s Mark Zuckerberg’s birthday and ten years ago, Facebook started, and what I found interesting is that he’s color blind.  He chooses the color blue for Facebook, because it is the one color he can actually see.   Also the fact that he was born in 1984, says a lot about our culture.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

February 4, 2014



February 4, 2014

I got a message from Mark Zuckerberg of Facebook fame, that I should come up north to meet him to discuss the possibility of using me as a writer for a new Facebook concept called “Paper.” I immediately arranged a flight, and went to his campus like office.  What surprised me the most is that his office is small, and it seems he didn’t have a table to work on.  



When I walked in he was watching Ferand Léger’s film “Ballet Méchanique, ” on a giant screen TV which I found odd and slightly off-putting.   He got up to shake my hand, and told me that he has a hard time following straight narratives, so he prefers experimental or artistic films.   We took a place on his couch and we both watched the silent film together.   While the images were in front of me, he told me that he really admired my series of journals that I have been posting on Facebook.  He wanted to know if I would be interested in working with him on his new project “Paper.” Since I was basically unemployed, and going slowly broke, I said sure.   It was at that point he turned around to face me directly.  He told me that Facebook is basically a landscape where things can happen, but now with “Paper” he wants programming and written out narratives for the site. 

For instance, he was fascinated how people on Facebook were reacting to the Woody Allen case.  Most probably consider this to be an old case and who cares at this point and time.  Alas, this is wrong, because a typical citizen of Facebook is very much concerned with the world around them, but they need that ‘world’ to be defined, or package in a way for people to address that specific narrative.  Or if it doesn’t have a narrative, then it must have one attached to the piece.   Another example is the unfortunate death of Philip Seymour Hoffman.  Here’s a tragic incident where a very talented actor dies before his time, but alas, there is a narrative in the works here as well.  People are under a strong opinion that he should have done something besides being a junkie.   Even though the story is not finalized, individuals are already putting their own narrative to his death.  So many issues involved here.  The never-ending process to sobriety, which is odd enough, because the very word ‘sober’ has a meaning of being serious, sensible, and solemn.  Which is nothing wrong with that, but shouldn’t there be a much better term to express fun, adventure, and enlightenment without getting smashed?

Mark and I looked back at the screen.  It’s funny thinking back that both of us while talking we were mostly looking at the movie instead of each other.   In a nutshell, Mark asked me to go through the stories of the day, and re-write them in a more entertaining style or a narrative where there is a beginning, a middle, and the end.  Mark told me “Shit happens, but not on Facebook Tosh.”  

I told him I’ll take the job.  He said cool and then called his secretary in.  She entered the office and introduced herself to me, without waiting for Mark to make the actual introductions.  “My name is Joan Vollmer, and I will be assisting you while you work on this project.” I said goodbye to Mark, and then Joan led me to my office, which like Mark’s office didn’t have a work table.  What I did have was a giant screen TV, with a DVD package near it.  It was Marcel L’Herbier’s “I’Inhumaine, ” another silent film.  




Joan said that she has been with Facebook for 10 years, and before that she was married to a writer in Mexico.  When she left the office, I put on the L’Herbier film and wondered what my life is going to be like now.