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All right this blog is done. Tried it for a while. Maybe I will do a new blog someday. Something more specific and with a point. For now though I think I am going to take my journal offline, go analog, become more involved in the real world and less in the digital.

Maybe I will start fishing, or at least getting up earlier and getting in the ocean. The picture above is from Ocean Magazine an awesome publication from North San Diego. Check it out! Kiss Kiss! goodbye. Fuck off.

Amelia asked if I had been making art sometime in the middle of me complaining to her about my life. I said, "sorta." The picture above should help illustrate the 'sorta'... Now that I think about it looking at these paintings put a lot of perspective into my problems. I think the biggest problems I have right now is that Danger the dog is scared of me, I run from girls who have smiles like rainbows(Supposed to look for gold at the end of the rainbow) and I am bored. So long story short, make art even if the art sucks it is good for you. Also listen to your friends.

Went on a weird group photo walk of, I don't know where the group was from or who anyone in the group was - I just sorta crashed the party, Griffith park last Sunday. The group was cool though and it was nice environment to force a bit of creativity. Here are some of the pics. If you happen to know how to contact these girls let me cause I didn't get a chance to get there email and I want to send them these photos/ say thanks for posing in old monkey cages while a bunch of rapid photographers gawked and snapped pictures for hours. blah blah blah I a friggin over bloggin. I want to get a motorcycle and side car and travel thru Europe! Yah! However, that is not going to happen so I will settle for a Guinness at lunch.

I was lucky enough to tag along on a photo shoot of the band, The French Semester with O.Hem last Sunday. I held a reflector, cracked some jokes (which everybody laughed at because I am friggin hilarious) and than snapped a photo or two between takes. Olivia got the perfect shots - look for them as well as music from the French Semester in a store near you. My photos are graining and blown out and covered in dust and hair, but I like em. Cause they were fun to take. And someTimez the imperfections are intaresting.

Yeah, yeah, yeah it's a photo of a bunch of girls looking cute - but it's art I swear. I had an art director describe a website as a woman's body the other day and it was amazing. He is gay(not sexually attracted to women like other less evolved men who make choices on a woman's beauty based on lust -lots and lots of lust) but the fact remains, women are beautiful and art or design will always try to emulate that beauty. So check out the curves and subtle graduation of skin tones on the models above or here and than make a website that expresses the same beauty. Ok, I am not making sense - I always get nervous around pretty girls. This post is done.

Oh wait, also pay attention to the unique poses and awesome group lighting techniques.

There is so many little things to pay attention to concerning beautiful girls.

....to stop partying. Earlier this week I was sent an email regarding a job shooting photos in Indo for a year. Basically, I was informed of my dream job and instead of using my time wisely to prepare a resume\ portfolio and apply for the job like I planned; I fuckin partied. You see, LA is a sticky place. It is very easy to get stuck living the life and get stuck between your dreams and the presents' immediate gratification. I need to stop partying now. I am going to sleep.

My Mom made me watch a pretty cool video over at The Story of Stuff. The video breaks down our society's production, consumption, and waste model in a simple and easy to understand way. What was shocking to me was exactly how fast the products we buy are used and then discarded. It also make it very clear that our current model is completely unsustainable and well fucked. Anyways, I have always been aware of what I buy and usually lean toward only the necessary purchases. At least that's what I thought until I kept track of everything I bought and threw away in the course of one Sunday.

Check this shit:

Bought: 1 can of coffee, box of pancake mix, 1 doughnut, Axe body spray, 1 bottle of water, 2 cheeseburgers from Burger King, 1 soda from Burger King, 1 order of chicken red curry, 1 order of white rice, 1 thai iced tea, one bottle of red wine.

Threw: 2 paper towels, 1 champagne bottle (recycled - what ever that means), 3 plastic bags, 1 coffee canister top, 4 receipts, Plastic and cardboard packaging from Axe body spray, 1 paper bag, 2 burger wrappers, 1 rice carton, fork, spoon, napkin, toilet paper and about 3 gallons of gas to get to photo school and back.

Notice the lack of fruits and vegetables and that 90% of what I bought had some sort of by product or packaging that ended up in the trash.

I realize I have become a bit of a hype machine (no, not like the awesome music site) with this blog as of late. If you look back at all my post they are pumping up somebody's work or praying to the next great artist as if they were a sun radiating beams of cool. What I haven't done yet is go completely over the top nutz and and get all fanboy-stalker status; until now.

Erin Wasson I want to run down the streets of New York riding you piggy-back and swigging Belvedere vodka straight from the bottle. I want to hear you laugh so loud that the scraping of your $300 dollar shoes, that make your legs look as long as the Nile, across the dirty Manhattan streets is barely audible. I want you to keep carrying me until finally the last bit of struggle to hold my weight is gone and we fall to the ground. Of course I will land first and you will use me as a cushion. Then in a brief moment of disbelief we will lay there in a cyclical pause thinking about thoughts that will last an eternity but will never be spoken. Then we will speak, and it will be of the same thought and it will be of the same motion that we get up, dust our selves off and race with all our will to the nearest liquor store. At the liquor store we will replace the spirits we left shattered hard and cold on the road and step outside and into the soft glow of the lone street light.

Then swooping your body, strong though at times seems so frail, up into my arms and over my shoulder, we run again laughing. We run all the way across the country until we reach the West Coast. And then we keep running, we keep making art, we keep shooting photos, designing clothes, surfing, dancing, and talking. And then we sleep.

I just gorged myself on more cliches than I can stomach.

There is something about getting arrested that give you more street cred. Getting arrested naked makes you seem down right badass. Pardon the pun...naked...ass...I am sure there are a lot of girls out there who would say there is nothing bad about McConaughey's ass. After reading the police report of Mathew McConaughey's arrest I take back anything bad I have ever said. Mathew you are one badass nanked bongo playing surfer dude...and I love you. Read the police report here.

Q. Why in the world would so many people want to crowd into a small space so they can be herded around like cattle under florescent lights? A. I have no idea, but I think it is because people are idiots.

Today I sat down in front of a computer and...

• 1) Checked my work email
• 2) Checked my hotmail
• 3) Checked my Gmail
• 4) Signed into myspace
• 5) Looked at my messages on facebook
• 6) added connections on linked in
• 7) Posted on Twitter
• 8) wrote a blog about my social networking habits
• 9) Gave a quick look to my virb.com page
• 10) signed into my web tools for variety.com

20 min of my life...gone

I have been reading quite a bit of beat writers, like Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Burroughs, over the last couple months. Putting aside the brilliant stories, amazing lives, and Forward thinking journalistic practices of these writers what has been really interesting to me is the unique way each of these writers approaches there craft. Ginsberg apparently was the constant rewriter, Burroughs doesn't even remember most of his time in front of the typewriter (he was a Junky for most of his life), and Kerouac believed writing should be done as a stream of consciousness. The authors different writing styles can be seen in some of their more popular books. For example On the Road, by Jack Kerouac reads like a journal - the journal of an extremely adventurous and talented man, but a journal none the less. One can almost image the dirt and wine stains on the paper as Kerouac sat writing in a tent after a hard day of picking cotton. Then there is Ginsburg who apparently analyzed, rewrote and reworked everything. This precision can be seen in his short works, for example Ode to a Sun Flower where every word seems to be hand picked out of the expansive English language based on tone, meaning, rhythm, and whatever other scrutinies a man of that nature can come up with.

To Be Continued...(When I fugure out why and what I am writing here)...

The only thing better than memories of all night drives through the desert fueled by Redbull and youthful exuberance is the actually experience. The picture above was taken about a year ago by a beautiful girl who I had recently met and convinced to race all night through the desert, then the mountains, and finally full speed through my insanity in order to visit my family. In the morning after a complete night of driving we were awarded with an amazing sunrise and a cleansing soak in the natural hot tubs. I don't talk to the girl anymore or maybe she doesn't talk to me, but every time I see her I think of this amazing moment and feel young.

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