Tobacco Road
Tom Rogers and the Philip Morris Tollway

Coyote Waits
Native American folklore says that Coyote will outlive us all and be the last survivor on earth

Hallucination Engine Revisited
The Psycho-dynamic Obsolescence of General Motors

Heaven and Earth
Thoughts on Baseball, Art, and Other Altered States

Eating Ingrid Newkirk
Victimless Meat at the Vegetarian Steakhouse

The Left Bank of the World
Politics in the World of Chimpanzees and Bonobos


The Unknowable Selfie: Looking at the Tech Mirror
In this audio essay from his KUCI fm radio broadcast, The SoCal Byte, Nathan grapples with his identity.


Why not? The face is our tablet to the world. A skin screen composed of tiny muscles who seem intent on communicating expressions. We are constantly, almost obsessively, monitoring each other's faces, longing for insight into the emotions, gaze, and attaction (or lack thereof) of others.

In 2002, I shot my first made-for-the internet selfie. It was a reactionary selfie made after a visit to — an unconditional support site for then president George W. Bush. had created a “Traitor List” that included Jimmy Carter, Whoopi Goldberg, Hillary Clinton, Michael Moore, Madonna and a long celebrity sampling of other so-called liberals. “You’re with us or you’re with the enemy,” the website informed the online public. I emailed an arm-length selfie including only this message: ‘If President Carter and company are traitors, I must be one, too. Please add me to your list.”

They did.

I visited a number of times just to see my selfie next to the word “traitor.” It was a hoot — me looking back at me looking to see who’s there. Was I a “traitor”? I think not. But I still didn’t see myself.

Selfies are candy; throwaways communicating frozen vogue moments; less than zero minutes of Andy Warhol fame. Yet, selfies are apparently what we want to see. A recent poll by Samsung found that nearly one-third of all the photographs taken by millennials are selfies. I think that may be a conservative figure.

I see people shooting selfies everywhere — at UCI, at LACMA, at LAX — and with any luck, they will soon post these selfies for the all-seeing online selfie eye; the benevolent selfless selfie that embraces the selfie celebrity; The Geraldo Rivera; The Anthony Weiner; The Jennifer Aniston; The Nan Goldin; cop selfies; teacher selfies; cognitive biologist selfies; shirtless selfies; Leica myself selfies.

I can see a future of self-perpetuating selfies taking selfies of selfies, selfie dolls and suicide selfies; every waking moment a selfie stored on the great eternal digital file in the Cloud; the human family album — promoshots for friends; mugshots for PRISM.

So, go ahead. Take another selfie. Show me who you are and see what you look like. And when you know, get back to me. In spite of all my selfies, I have yet to see my self.

— Nathan Callahan



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