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shot through the heart — “you give enjoy a bad name” : gun tattoo, san francisco (2012)

Monday, July 28th, 2014

Verify out these Heart Tattoos images:

shot through the heart — “you give adore a poor name” : gun tattoo, san francisco (2012)
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A Divine Image

Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror the Human Kind Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress

The Human Dress, is forged Iron
The Human Kind, a fiery Forge.
The Human Face, a Furnace seal’d
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

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Amateur Sleuths Name Anonymous Dead

Thursday, February 27th, 2014

A few nice Eye Tattoos images I found:

Amateur Sleuths Name Anonymous Dead
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Far-Flung Network of Volunteer Sleuths Uses Technology to Give Names to Anonymous Dead.

By HELEN O’NEILL AP Special Correspondent
The Associated Press

LIVINGSTON, Tenn.

Four days a week Todd Matthews earns .50 an hour working for an automotive parts supplier. He punches in at 4:15 a.m., punches out nearly 11 hours later, then drives half a mile to his little beige house on a hill where, in the distance, he can glimpse the Appalachian mountains.

He spends the next seven to eight hours at his desk, beneath shelves lined with miniature plastic skulls, immersed in a very different world.

Their faces seem to float from his computer — morgue photographs, artist sketches, forensic reconstructions — thousands of dead eyes staring from endless Web sites as though crying out for recognition. John and Jane and Baby "Does" whose nameless bodies have never been identified.

His wife, Lori, complains that Matthews spends more time with the dead than he does with the living, including his two sons, Dillan, 16, and Devin, 6.

You need a hobby, she says, or a goal.

I have a goal, he replies, though he describes it as a "calling".

He wants to give "Does" back their names.

His obsession began two decades ago, when Lori told him about the unidentified young woman wrapped in canvas whose body her father had stumbled on in Georgetown, Ky., in 1968. She had reddish brown hair and a gap-toothed smile. And no one knew her name.

So locals blessed her with one. They buried her under an apple tree with a pink granite tombstone engraved with the words "Tent Girl."

At 37, Matthews is a sensitive soul who has always felt an affinity for the dead, perhaps because two of his siblings died just after birth. Matthews still chokes up when he visits the graves of Gregory Kenneth and Sue Ann. But at least he knows where they are buried.

Tent Girl haunted him. Who were her siblings? What was her name?

Matthews began searching library records and police reports, not even sure what he was seeking. He scraped together the money to buy a computer. He started scouring message boards on the nascent Internet.

In the process, Matthews discovered something extraordinary. All over the country, people just like him were gingerly tapping into the new technology, creating a movement — a network of amateur sleuths as curious and impassioned as Matthews.

Today the Doe Network has volunteers and chapters in every state. Bank managers and waitresses, factory workers and farmers, computer technicians and grandmothers, all believing that with enough time and effort, modern technology can solve the mysteries of the missing dead.

Increasingly, they are succeeding.

The unnamed dead are everywhere — buried in unmarked graves, tagged in county morgues, dumped in rivers and under bridges, interred in potter’s fields and all manner of makeshift tombs. There are more than 40,000 unnamed bodies in the U.S., according to national law enforcement reports, and about 100,000 people formally listed as missing.

The premise of the Doe Network is simple. If the correct information — dental records, DNA, police reports, photographs — is properly entered into the right databases, many of the unidentified can be matched with the missing. Law enforcement agencies and medical examiners offices simply don’t have the time or manpower. Using the Internet and other tools, volunteers can do the job.

And so, in the suburbs of Chicago, bank executive Barbara Lamacki spends her nights searching for clues that might identify toddler Johnny "Dupage" Doe, whose body was wrapped in a blue laundry bag and dumped in the woods of rural Dupage County, Ill., in 2005.

In Kettering, Ohio, Rocky Wells, a 47-year-old manager of a package delivery company, scoots his teenage daughters from the living room computer and scours the Internet for anything that might crack the case of the red-haired Jane Doe found strangled near Route 55 in 1981. "Buckskin Girl," she was called, because of the cowboy-style suede jacket she was wearing when she was found.

And in Penn Hills, Pa., Nancy Monahan, 54, who creates floor displays for a discount chain, says her "real job" begins in the evening when she returns to her creaky yellow house and her black cat, Maxine, turns on her computer and starts sleuthing.

Monahan’s cases include that of "Beth Doe", a young pregnant woman strangled, shot and dismembered, her remains stuffed into three suitcases and flung off a bridge along Interstate 80 near White Haven in December 1976. And "Homestead Doe," whose mummified body was found in an abandoned railroad tunnel in Pittsburgh in 2000. Her toenails were painted silver.

Monahan was so moved that last year she sought out the tunnel, climbed down the embankment and offered a silent prayer for the young woman whose life ended in such a pitiful place.

"It’s like they become family," Monahan says. "You feel a responsibility to bring them home."

The stories of Doe Network members are as individual as the cases they are trying to solve. Bobby Lingoes got involved through his connection with law enforcement — he’s a civilian dispatcher with the Quincy, Mass., police department. Traycie Sherwood of Richmond, Mo., joined when her adoptive mother died and she went on line searching for her birth mother. Daphne Owings, a 45-year-old mother of two in Mount Pleasant, S.C., needed something to take her mind off the war when her husband was sent to Iraq. Carol Ceiliki of Whitehall, Pa., was searching for her ex-husband.

And Laura Allen Hood of Fort Smith, Ark., was searching for her brother.

For years, Hood refused to speak about Tony, who vanished without a trace in 1978 while visiting friends in Oklahoma. He was 16, two years older than his sister. Her parents tried to shelter the family from the pain, tried to make life for his siblings as normal as possible. But, she says, "it never leaves your mind."

Hood describes years of false sightings and false hope — stalking someone in a car because he looked like Tony, picking up hitchhikers who bore a resemblance, her mother wrapping a Christmas present year after year for the son who never came home.

It wasn’t until 2004, when Hood’s own son became a teenager that she decided to find her brother once and for all. Trolling the Internet she discovered the Doe Network. Sifting through its vast indexes, she found new reason to hope.

For the first time in her life, Hood e-mailed a stranger — Matthews in Tennessee: "Can you help me find my brother?" she pleaded.

Matthews responded with a series of questions. Was the case filed as missing with the National Crime Information Center, an FBI clearinghouse? Did she have dental records or relevant medical information? Had the family submitted DNA to law enforcement?

Finally, Matthews asked for a photograph of Hood’s brother, which he forwarded to one of the professional forensic artists who donate time to the network.

Nothing prepared Hood for the black-and-white image that filled her computer screen a few weeks later. Gone was the long hair and devil-may-care grin. Smiling, ghost-like, but yet so very real — the artist’s depiction of a middle-aged Tony.

Hood stared at the image, her mind racing. Was he alive? Dead? Did she really want to know?

Four years later, Tony Allen has still not been found. There have been a number of false matches, though, and each narrows the search. Hood says she feels a new sense of certainty that someday, someone will click on a mouse and find a connection.

Matches can be triggered by a single detail — a tattoo, a piece of clothing, a broken bone. It’s just a question of the right person spotting the right piece of information and piecing together the puzzle. The process can be tedious and frustrating; months or even years of endless late-night clicking on a dizzying array of sites can often lead nowhere.

And it can take its toll. Lori Matthews once left her husband for six months because of his obsession with Tent Girl. "He didn’t talk about anything else," she said. "It wasn’t normal."

They reconciled after Matthews agreed to limit the amount of time — and money — he spent on "Does."

Still, Matthews and others say the rewards of cracking a case make the time worthwhile. The Doe Network claims to have assisted in solving more than 40 cases and ruling out hundreds more.

Successes are not entirely joyous, says Kylen Johnson, a 38-year-old computer technician from Clarksburg, Md. "On the one hand, you are giving families the information they have been searching for. On the other, you are extinguishing all hope that their missing loved one will be found alive."

Johnson tells of a Kentucky woman who had been searching for her ex-husband for 18 years. The woman described a tattoo on his shoulder — the initials "RGJ." Johnson, with other Doe volunteers, was able to track down a John Doe with identical markings in Vermont.

Johnson still marvels at how grateful the woman was at the other end of the phone. And at how strange it felt, that someone would thank her for finding out their husband had been murdered.

"Nothing you find can be any worse than something that has already gone through your mind," says Mary Weir of Palmer, Alaska, describing the sickening moment when she spotted an artist’s rendition of her 18-year-old daughter’s face on the Network.

Samantha Bonnell had been missing for 19 months. She was killed while running across a California highway in 2005, and buried in an unmarked grave — Jane Doe 17-05.

"Her name wasn’t Jane Doe," Weir said, her words punctuated by sobs.

"She was Samantha, my Samantha and she had curly red hair and green eyes and freckles on her face. And she was a real person and she was loved. She wasn’t just a number. She was funny and maddening and she wrote her first resume at 10 — for a baby-sitting job! And she read Shakespeare for fun. And she was just bigger and brighter than the rest of us, and the world is worse off for not having her."

Bonnell’s remains were exhumed last year. She was buried in her native Oregon beneath a headstone carved with her name.

Today her mother actively lobbies the state government to pass legislation making it easier to file missing-persons reports for people 18 and over — some local authorities are slow to pursue missing adults, saying they have every right to go missing — and mandating DNA samples be taken from family members within 30 days of a report being filed. Several states already have such laws and many others are considering them.

"I don’t care who you are," Weir says, "to be buried with no name implies that your life didn’t matter, that you were just discarded like trash. I wanted better for my daughter — and for all the other missing people out there."

"They do God’s work," says Mark Czworniak, 50, a veteran homicide detective in Chicago.

He first encountered the Doe Network when he was approached by Lamacki, the Chicago bank executive, about potential matches. Unlike some officers, Czworniak has no hesitation about working with civilian volunteers, especially those willing to devote endless hours to cold cases that he cannot get to.

Czworniak says there are hundreds of "Does" in the department files. He is assigned five, including a tall, thirtysomething man found at the Navy Pier in 2003. Czworniak hopes that the man’s height will help Lamacki or another Network volunteer eventually make an identification.

"She’s like a little bloodhound," says Czworniak, who exchanges e-mails with Lamacki on cases every week and has introduced her to other detectives. "She has the wherewithal and interest and time and she searches these sites I’m not even aware of."

Such praise was rare in the early days of the network, when overeager members were more likely to be derided as "Doe nuts" by police and medical examiners. That changed partly as the organization imposed stricter rules on who could join and developed a system of area directors, researchers and media representatives. Now a potential "solve" is rigorously vetted — and voted on — by a 16-member panel, and potential matches are submitted to law enforcement agencies only by designated members.

In another sign of the network’s influence, Matthews was asked to serve on a government task force involved in creating the first national online data bank for missing and unidentified.

The National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, NamUS, launched last year, is made up of two databases, one for the missing and one for the unidentified. The goal is to have medical examiners and law enforcement agencies around the country constantly update information on both sites. Next year the sites will be linked and made available for public searching.

No one believes NamUS will put the Doe Network out of business — there will always be a need for people with their expertise to make the necessary connections.

And so, families of the missing will no doubt continue to rely on people like Todd Matthews.

At his house in Livingston, Matthews has built a little nook next to the living room — his "Doe office," he calls it. His desk is laden with pictures of dead bodies. He says he gets many e-mails about cases every week. Every night he scrolls down the lists, searching for new information:

Unidentified White Female. Wore a necklace of silver beads and three small turquoise stones, one resembling a bird. Found in a Calendonia cornfield in New York state in 1979. …

Unidentified White female. Strawberry blonde hair and 12 infant teeth. Wearing a pink and white dress that buttoned in the back and a disposable diaper. Found Jackson County, Miss. 1982. …

Unidentified Black Female. Gunshot wound to the skull. Found next to highway ramp in Campbell County, Tenn., in 1998…

The last case is close to Matthews’ heart. Sally, he named her, after a Campbell County police officer entrusted him with her skull in 2001.

The police didn’t have the time or means to pay for a clay reconstruction, and so — with the approval of the local coroner — Matthews took the skull to a Doe Network forensic artist. A picture of the reconstructed head was placed on the Network site. The skull sat on Matthews’ desk for over a year, and even Lori, who was at first so horrified she couldn’t look at it, grew fond of Sally. She remains unidentified.

But even Sally cannot take the place of the first Doe, the one who changed Matthews’ life. He still regularly drives to Kentucky, to a lonely plot in Georgetown to visit her.

"She’s family now," he says.

Standing by her grave, he tells of the night in 1998 when, scouring chat rooms for the missing, he stumbled upon a message from Rosemary Westbrook of Benton, Ark.

Westbrook sought information about her sister, Bobbie, who was 24 when she went missing 30 years earlier. Bobbie had married a man who worked in a carnival, and she was last seen in Lexington. She had reddish brown hair and a gap-toothed smile.

Over and over Matthews stared at the message. And in his heart he knew.

Lori, he cried, racing into the bedroom and shaking awake his wife

"I’ve found her. I found Tent Girl."

E-mails were exchanged. Phone calls were made. When Matthews received a photograph of Westbrook’s sister, he had no doubt. She looked just like the forensic artist’s portrait sketched years earlier — the one engraved on Tent Girl’s headstone, the one that had obsessed him for years.

Weeks later the remains were exhumed. The match was confirmed by DNA.

"It was the best peace of mind in the world," Westbrook says. "What Todd did for our family … I can’t describe it … I don’t have the words. Just to have a grave to visit means everything when you have been wondering for so long."

The family decided to re-inter Bobbie in the place that had been her resting spot for so many years. Beneath the stone etched "Tent Girl" they placed a small gray one engraved with her real name, the name that Matthews had restored.

She was Barbara Ann Hackmann, now and for eternity.

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The Doenetwork
www.doenetwork.org/

Project EDAN – Everyone Deserves A Name
www.projectedan.us/

Raising the Dead – Wired
www.wired.com/wired/archive/12.08/matthews.html

Tent Girl – Barbara Ann Hackmann
www.angelfire.com/tn3/masterdetective2/

Sketches express softer side of missing women
www.missingpeople.net/sketches_express_softer_side_of.htm

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Every New Yorker knows this constructing, but most never know how it got its name…

Saturday, October 12th, 2013

A few good Indian Tattoos photos I discovered:

Each New Yorker knows this constructing, but most do not know how it got its name…
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Image by Ed Yourdon
This photo was taken of the famous Dakota apartment/condo, at the northwest corner of Central Park West and 72nd St — constructed among 1880 and 1884.

New Yorkers (and a lot of other people, as well) know that this is the Dakota, where John Lennon lived with his wife Yoko Ono lots of other celebrities and rich, popular men and women have lived right here as well (which includes Lauren Bacall, Leonard Bernstein, Connie Chung, Rosemary Clooney, Roberta Flack, Judy Garland, Boris Karloff, Warner LeRoy, John Madden, Rudolf Nureyev, Joe Namath, Jack Palance, Maury Povich, Gilda Radner, and Rex Reed). Tragically, John was killed by Mark David Chapman on December eight, 1980 when he was leaving via the entrance that you can see on the left side of the constructing.

As for the name of the building: Wikipedia informs us that &quotaccording to often repeated stories, the Dakota was so named because at the time it was built, the Upper West Side of Manhattan was sparsely inhabited and deemed as remote as the Dakota Territory. Nonetheless, the earliest recorded appearance of this account is in a 1933 newspaper story, quoted in Christopher Gray’s book New York Streetscapes: ‘Now Central Park West is amongst the most desirable and high-priced Real Estate locations, aside from the Upper East Side It is more probably that the building was named &quotDakota&quot due to the fact of Clark’s fondness for the names of the new western states and territories.’ Higher above the 72nd Street entrance, the figure of a Dakota Indian keeps watch.&quot

For a lot more specifics, see en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dakota

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This set of photographs is primarily based on a quite basic concept: walk each and every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what occurs. To steer clear of missing something, walk each sides of the street.

That is all there is to it …

Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that is much more than I am willing to commit to at this point, and I will leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, much more adventurous photographers.

Oh, in fact, there is one particular much more small detail: leave the pictures alone for a month — unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I really concentrate on the initial of these &quotevery-block&quot photos, I will have taken a lot more than eight,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side — plus another numerous thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the a variety of spots in NYC exactly where I traditionally take pictures. So I never anticipate to be emotionally attached to any of the &quotevery-block&quot pictures, and hope that I’ll be capable to make an objective selection of the ones worth seeking at.

As for the criteria that I’ve utilized to select the little subset of every-block pictures that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. Very first, I’ll upload any photo that I consider is &quotgreat,&quot and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-pals will be, &quotI have no thought when or exactly where that photo was taken, but it’s genuinely a terrific picture!&quot

A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I am hoping that I’ll take some images that clearly say, &quotThis is New York!&quot to anyone who appears at it. Certainly, specific landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion but I am hoping that I will discover other, a lot more unexpected examples. I hope that I’ll be capable to take some shots that will make a &quotlocal&quot viewer say, &quotWell, even if that’s not recognizable to somebody from yet another element of the nation, or another portion of the world, I know that that is New York!&quot And there may well be some pictures where a &quotnon-neighborhood&quot viewer may well say, &quotI had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/gorgeous/ugly/spectacular.&quot

As for the sense of time: I bear in mind wandering about my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, retailers, restaurants, and enterprise establishments — and then casually searching at the images about 5 years later, and getting stunned by how much had changed. Little by small, store by shop, day by day, items adjust … and when you have been around as lengthy as I have, it’s even more amazing to go back and look at the photographs you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, &quotWas it truly like that back then? Seriously, did people genuinely put on bell-bottom jeans?&quot

So, with the expectation that I’ll be seeking at these each and every-block images five or ten years from now (and perhaps you will be, as well), I am going to be doing my greatest to capture scenes that convey the sense that they had been taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010’s (I have no idea what we’re calling this decade yet). Or possibly they’ll just say to us, &quotThis is what it was like a dozen years soon after 9-11&quot.

Film posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image I’ve currently taken a bunch, and I never know if I’ll ultimately decide that they are worth uploading. Women’s style/designs are one more apparent instance of a time-certain phenomenon and even even though I am absolutely not a style professional, I suspected that I’ll be in a position to look at some photos ten years from now and mutter to myself, &quotDid we actually put on shirts like that? Did women genuinely put on these weird skirts that are quick in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?&quot

Yet another example: I’m fascinated by the interactions that folks have with their cellphones out on the street. It appears that absolutely everyone has 1, which definitely wasn’t accurate a decade ago and it appears that absolutely everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious focus riveted on this tiny box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about something else that may possibly be going on (among other things, that makes it extremely effortless for me to photograph them without having their even noticing, especially if they’ve also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a telephone conversation). But I cannot assist asking yourself whether this type of social behavior will appear bizarre a decade from now … specially if our cellphones have turn into so miniaturized that they are incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted straight into our eyeballs.

Oh, one final issue: I’ve created a customized Google Map to show the precise details of each and every day’s photo-walk. I will be updating it each day, and the most current part of my every single-block journey will be marked in red, to differentiate it from all of the older segments of the journey, which will be shown in blue. You can see the map, and peek at it every single day to see exactly where I’ve been, by clicking on this link

URL hyperlink to Ed’s every single-block progress by means of Manhattan

If you have any recommendations about places that I must absolutely go to to get some good images, or if you’d like me to photograph you in your tiny corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can e-mail me straight at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com

Remain tuned as the photo-stroll continues, block by block …

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Image by laura*b
we had the most wonderful pre-occasion reception at sweetpeas and snapshots – full with indian food and drink, a belly dancer, and henna tattoos. the table setting was out of this world. a million thanks to mary smilove and sweetpeas and snapshots!

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Monday, July 22nd, 2013

Some cool Fish Tattoos pictures:

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