Not long ago I got the bright idea to enhance my personal image as presented in my blogs. Yes, some people liked the photographs of Mexican plants, Mexican landscape, and antique Mexican architecture, but the overall effect was coldly impersonal. My personal “likeability,” as it is called, was non-existent and therefore could not be measured. I determined that a photograph of myself with Mexican children was the ticket.
I cannot capture in words what a pain in the ass it was finally to secure this one little phoney heartwarming photo. The children had to be bribed with candy even to consider cooperating, which put most of them on a hyperactive sugar high before the first shot was taken.
And so, as you can see here in one of the myriad early attempts, it was difficult to get the attention of the children. The lad in the somewhat white tee standing behind me was impervious to threats of physical violence for example. The weeping toddler in front hated me.
This will be the last time that I give even a passing thought to my own personal likeability here.