Sunday, January 30, 2011

Things I have Done


Smith Grind in Carlsbad


Caged Turkey in Portland

Just trying to figure out all my bullshit.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Takers and Leavers



One hundred years from now when our grandkids have all had sex, will they look back to the past and know what they've missed?
Will they think we had it better than the way they have it then?
Will they gaze at a strip mall where a field had once been?
Will they think they're born late like the way we now do it?
Or will they curse at the present and lend credence to it?
Will they hear all the old songs and think they're all true and hate all their own songs and everything new?
Well I'm here to tell you something that's known, from someone who's lived it from someone who's grown, the somebody who somebody once loaned a home to.
The grass is always greener, the past is always cleaner, the present is crap and everyone's meaner.
They say we're moving towards something, but I think we're moving from something.
There are some folks who are more apathetic and then there are some folks who are more money grubbin'.
Well, I know there's always been greed and green acres, and war and peace makers.
And then there's your takers and your leavers, your havers and your needers.
And in this great froth as we skim through the batter, there's now many more of the former and less of the latter.
Help us climb out of this pitfall disaster led by dynasties, charlatans, but not poetasters.
Where there is a mortal disconnect spawned by gluttonous connection, where you pick your own culture without viewer discretion.
Where there is no more history and nothing is learned.
Where you shun all your kin and all your bridges are burned.
Where you are what you buy and you're who what you own; and you think of yourself and you live all alone.
You make yourself feel fine when everything's wrong.
The world keeps turning but you're brittle as bone.
So to all you future dreamers and lovers and leavers, to all those who know there's still something between us that binds us
and reminds us of times that passed,
I appreciate you listening to this one man's last gas.
In spite of all the words that we can't fit to song, I'd thank you to take off your eye shades, please... sing along.

-Scott McMicken

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Everything Look Like Gold


Son House

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Attraction to others



In no way am I a fashion orientated photographer, nor do I really even shoot many actual people (even though I am going to try to more) but I am a fan of this little film about Scott Schumann and his super famous street fashion blog The Sartorialist. I like his history of simply picking a camera up and not being bogged down with the technical aspects of the medium, then taking that tool and build your knowledge around what you actually do. The idea of using a camera as a antenna to relate and react to who and what the world puts in front of us is a very romantic view of photography. Going out and falling in love a little bit every day.

Monday, January 17, 2011

why is the night so long?



The whole album is good and at different times each song is my favorite.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Nice cat


Men are a hurting breed. Women are by far the superior sex.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

"The Police Bother Big People."

the odd mind of a 4 year old living in the Haight in the 70s. Its kind of a long one, but worth its time. My favorite parts are when he waters the cat and when he talks about speed freaks.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Neat and great wrapped up in a wonton

Timmy sent me a link to this video about Vivian Maier's found negatives. 100,000 negatives and most of them have never been seen, not to mention the drawer full of film yet to be processed. I have never wanted to print someone else's photos more in my life. I love people who thrive at making stuff outside of any kind of spotlight.

It is a super cool story and you better watch the whole video because she has an amazing quote at the end that pretty much sums up life.








Um

FUCK!!!!!!!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Still in Montana

I've been running up and down the M trail every other day in Missoula. It is a mile each way. This day it was 4 degrees out and I was wearing shorts. Running up hill is a perfect way to kick your own ass.
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One of the best ones out.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Jeff Ament's Bass bowl

Pearl Jam bassist Jeff Ament lives in Missoula and he pretty much has everything a man boy could ever want. Since it was -2 degrees today we skated his indoor bass shaped bowl. So perfect, 5 foot shallow end to a 9 foot deep. Can't wait to go back on Wednesday to skate it again.

This video is of my Montana pals Kim and Kevin, and then has a bit of me. I especially like my stupid commentary while i film.
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