End Of An Error.

Geek out on that. I'm off to Portland...

Found the new scoot yesterday, via Craigslist. Hoppin' in a rented Dodge pick-'em-up in about 30 minutes... gonna drive 13 hours straight, hand over a little cash, load a bike, take a 5 hour nap in the cab, turn around and jam 13 hours straight back home...

It's been 2 months of broken-ism and bikeless-ness, but shit's about to turn.

I'll have pics for y'all as soon as I'm back... bike above is not the bike in question --- just a winner to keep y'all interested.

One Night Only:

One Night Only: October 17th.

Adam Wright and myself may not be on the poster... but I'll be there, hopefully Adam will be, and you should be, too.

Links:

The Artists

The Details

Nixon.

Super stoked to see that Nixon has dropped it's new campaign, and even more stoked to have contributed just a little bit of what I do to it. A rad campaign, several great photos of Nixon's groundbreaker personalities, and slick vintage inspired design. I'm super-diggin' it, and glad to have contributed in some small part.

(My photo is the blue motorcycle shot of Jeremy Jones - number 3 on the middle row. Thanks to the Nixon art team and to Mr. Jones for pimpin' my shit.)

Come Get Murder.

This, my friends, is Murder She Wrote.

Murder She Wrote needs a home.

We've had her for a little over a week now. She ran into Heidi's store several nights in a row, so Heidi finally just brought her home after checking with all the houses around the store. As best as I can tell, she's probably about 5-6 months old... not the tiniest of kittens any more, but she still has a lot of growing to do. She's super cuddly and super sweet, with beautiful markings and crazy blue eyes. She's still definitely a kitty in terms of play-time --- she'll chew your toes all night long, cause she's buck wild like that, and she climbs damn near everything, regardless of wether or not it'll actually hold her weight.

We already have 3 grumpy, grown-ass cats, and they really don't like having Murder around... so, she needs to come live with you.

We have an appointment to get her fixed on Friday, so that'll be taken care of. And she's litterbox trained... not a single accident since bringin' her in.

If you need a mega-cuddler in your life, let me know. Murder can't wait to move in with ya'. If you're a weirdo who does creepy things to kittens, don't bother... we really dig her, so we wanna make sure she ends up in a good home with someone who's gonna take care of her.

Attention, Ohio!

I damn near forgot to post this up...

Tonight, Coburn Gallery at Ashland University. In fact, the opening should be in full swing right about now...

Unfortunately, I'm not there - I'm exactly 1,724 miles away from this opening. So instead, I'll be having date night with my beautiful girl --- catching some fancy (for Utah County) dinner at The Blue Lemon, then jammin' over to see Halloween II. Dinner and a movie... you say cliche, I say classic.

Anyway, if there's any Ohio readers out there, run over, check the show, and shoot off a few snaps of the opening for me! In trade, I'll shoot you some stickers and a print!

Back In The Saddle.

Yup. I'm fuckin' back.

See the post below? That trip didn't start so well.

6 weeks of painkillers, antibiotics, the inability to work, sheer fucking boredom, and dealing with insurance agents.

All because I skimped out on changing some crunchy neck bearings and didn't drop the couple hundred dollars that I should have on a frame stabilizer. Fucking retarded. Don't skimp on your scoot --- if you wanna ride it fast, make sure that shit's up to the task. How dumb would it be to die because you didn't wanna drop a hunny on a new tire? Way dumb... that's how dumb.

Anyway, I'm back from the dead. This one makes me a zombie twice over.

Lots of cool shit on the horizon, so put my gimpy ass back on your radar.

And if you wanna know more about my blood, get over to the Bolts Action blog and dig back a page or two... plenty of shit on it over there. I'm done talkin' about it for a minute.

Locked, loaded.

It doesn't look like all that much, but it is. Fortunately, I only had to ride with the two boxes down to FedEx... the rest will fill up all space in the bagger. For weighing as much as it does, it really doesn't carry all that much. Or maybe that's relative... I usually have a Dodge Van full of shit when I'm going to "work".

This week's work? 7 or 8 grueling days of snowboard riding, motorcycle riding, skateboard riding, and the occasional camera riding at Mt. Hood.

Government Camp is just shy of 800 miles from where I'm sitting right now - this time tomorrow, I'll be sitting there.

3AM.

* * * * *

I can't seem to fall asleep anymore.

Eu De Toilette.

I was lined up to shoot 2 perfume ads for one of my regular clients.  But shit happened, ads fell through, and I scored the consolation prize of a lifey shoot and some beauty in the near future. 

I was a little bummed.  The ideas were flowin', and I was really amped on doing perfume.  

But then, while jammin' through Big Bear Lake, came Landman...  consider that itch scratched.

Trampolines.

Trampolines and infinite universes.  And unicorns.

Lay Zee.

Back from the Onward Westward tour for a few days now... just starting to scratch the surface of the images we got.  Here's one of me rollin' The Babysitter (AKA, The Garbage Wagon, AKA, The Lunch Tray, AKA... etc., etc., etc.) somewhere in the desert.  Rookie's 3/4, and Jer's the head out front.  I'm thinking I might need to dump a DVD player into that dash... that's a joke, of course.  But maybe not.

New Heart, New Heat.

Hello, New Friend.

God's Revolver.

I just walked in from the Bolts Action ONWARD WESTWARD jam... so much awesome, but you'll have to wait a minute for more...

But I wanted to jump in and let y'all know that my favorite rockers in my favorite band full of rockers were listed last week as MAGNET MAGAZINE'S BEST OF 2008: HARD ROCK... go read it, then buy their debut album.  It's on iTunes.  You fucking NEED it.

I met up with Little Jonny Larsen the night before I took off outta town, and he told me the news over a couple cigarettes and PBR's, then hooked me up with the early cuts of their new album, due out in a few months...

I jammed the album on the iPod for a few stretches of long and lonely desert highways, and, even though the cuts I got were super rough, some sans vocals even, I promise you this:  You will not be disappointed.  These kids fucking KILL IT, and they're about to box your ears with God's Dick.  

And you're going to thank them for it.

And, for those followers amongst you, yes... it's probably the image that I shot of them that pushed them over into Best Of 08 status.  Or maybe not... maybe it's just that they fucking rock.

Children.

How is it that I've never heard of this band

until now? And, is it possible that this is 

the greatest piece of digital nonsense ever 

committed to a RED's sensor?

Bolts.

The New.  

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We might even get loaded.

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