October 2005

More Class Than You Can Shake a Stick At

I've been shopping around for a tuxedo and thought that I'd take a look on eBay. Let's just say that the vintage tux look ain't got my name written anywhere on it, not even on it's nasty, rust colored collar.


Leaving My Stain, er, Mark

My gallery show in Homer was taken down last Friday. I sold two pieces: one framed photo and one photo print, both black and white. Financially it's not a lot, but it's the first art I've sold so I'm pretty stoked. Once I get my art back I'll start trying to schelp it to the galleries in my area.


Edge of Your Seat Suspense

Oh my God. Iron Chef America. It's on the Food Network as I type. They're in the midst of the Battle Black Bass, which is apparently the most tense, exciting event since the parting of the Red Sea.

The announcer is all like, "I don't believe it. The chef is fleshing out a coconut. WHAT IS HE GOING TO USE THAT FOR?!! We'll just have to wait to find out."

And then I'm all like, "wtf?"

And then he's all like, "There's just 15 minutes left in the competition. Will the chef's be able to complete their dishes in time?!"

Then I'm all like, <click>


Curious Little Tweet


Homer, Alaska


Charbroiled Perspectives

We just had to turn on the heater for the first time this season and I'm extremely depressed that it's gotten so "cold." I guess my Alaskan roots were left in the dust along with my parkas and bunny boots.


Plumbed Like a Male

Me fix drippin' faucet. Feel big heap'em macho. Ugh.


Mr. Destructo

As I sit here redesigning a customer's logo for the 12th time (insert grumbly explitive here) a complete stranger is destroying my kitchen. That's right. He came in with sledge hammers, chisels and other implements of destruction all with the intent of tearing out the counter tile and the sink. I suppose I shouldn't complain too much considering it'll be replaced with a gorgeous granite countertop, brushed stainless sink and faucet. Still, two weeks without a sink and dealing with plywood counters. Improvement requires so much sacrifice. Hm, I suppose I could take that last sentence as a words of wisdom with all my life adjustments, but that'd be way too emotionally balanced. Can't have that.


Dr. Evil

"Are those fricken' sharks with fricken' laser beams attached to their fricken' heads?"


Adjustment Anxiety

I'll have an order of crazies please, with a side of irrationality, mongo sized. Does a blunt object with with my meal?


AORN Logo

Here is a logo I designed for the Association of periOperative Nurses - San Francisco/Marin. This was the quickest logo design project I've done. It took about three weeks from start to finish. Seemed like plenty of time at the outset, but when I was anxiously waiting on the flighty muses of inspiration, three weeks was cutting it close. In the end I was able to present six potential designs with which I was very pleased. For them it came down to a decision between two favorites. This logo won out.


Sink or Swim


Homer, Alaska


That's a Lotta Personality

To the tune of I've Got Rhythm:

I've got wiggle,
I've got jiggle,
I've got my girls
Who could ask for anything more!


Twisted

Friday night I played the professional photographer and took photos of a production of Oliver! presented by Modesto Performing Arts. While the gig was a favor to the creepy old man with whom I live, I approached it like a paying gig. Damn that was a lot of work. It was the first time I had a camera which would let me make all the little adjustments necessary to get good photos in that type of setting. So after two days of memorizing the camera manual and several test photo shoots with my good friend the living room lamp... I was ready to go. I ran all over that theatre, standing on arm rests and crashing past toddlers when necessary to get just the right shots. 400 pictures when it was all said and done. I've narrowed them down to 80 great shots. Here are a few of my favorites.

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He Just Doesn't Care Anymore

Curt is starring in Oliver! as Fagin, the semi-creepy, semi-charming guy who takes in stray kids and turns them into thieves. Come to think of it, Curt's appearance in that last photo are very similar to Fagin's. Curious. And to think he looked like this when I first met him. Sad when a guy lets himself go like that.


A Face to Make a Mother Proud

Below is a photo I took of Curt just last night. Isn't he dreamy?


Red Door Vignette


In Laguna Beach, CA


Ego: A Virtual Tour

I know you were kicking yourself for not making it to my gallery show so I decided to take you there via the magic of technology. Since both my teleporter and virtual reality machine are in the shop for repairs, you'll have to settle for some digital pictures:







Learning Pains

I'm back home again with a hefty note to self:

When one is carrying two 40lb bags plus a shoulder bag, and when one is planning to take the train to where one parked one's car just 5 days prior, one should make sure one recalls where that car is parked. Toting nearly 100lbs of luggage around 3 big ass parking lots sorting through the plethora of silver cars isn't really the most fun way to end a long trip. Or, so I've heard.


Bidding My Time

I'm trying to pass the time until I get on the plane to return home. Being an emotional wreck being away doesn't seem to be enough to keep me occupied so I figured I've overload with things to do until time for me to head to the airport. Where's the valium when you need it?


Home, Home on the Range

This morning I fly out of Homer to spend a day in Anchorage before returning to California. While it would have made perfect sense for me to feel like I was returning home when I flew to Alaska, it is - in fact - my flight tomorrow which will feel like my return home. These few days in Homer have made it clear to me how much I do feel at home in my new city, my new house and my new relationship. Two months in and I already long for the familiarity of it all when I'm away.

Besides that... people in Homer dress funny. It offends my delicate metrosexual sensitiblities.


My 15 Minutes

My gallery show opening reception went really well. A lot of people attended and I got some great compliments and questions. Many of my friends and family showed up which made me feel all supported and crap. I hung out with Jennifer and McKibben afterwards which involved the sort of laughter that induced neck spasms. All in all, it was a great night. Now I'm completely exhausted. Nighty night.


Many Happy Returns

Movable Type (the engine behind this, my most glorious blog creation) has been all wonky for the last couple days. Thus not being able to read comments and me not being able to post new entries. Thanks to Valette and the good people at Movable Type, I'm back to rotting internet minds with my angst-ridden drivel.

Speaking of rotting minds: my gallery show opens in 54 minutes. I can hardly wait. The thing that would make it better... Curt being here to share it with me. Ah, the life of two very busy, successful people.


Roll Out the Red Carpet

This Friday is the opening reception for a gallery showing of my digital art. It will be a solo show (me, me and more me) and will be on display through the end of October. The show will be in Homer, Alaska at the Homer Council on the Arts. I'm flying up to my former homeland Wednesday and return the following Monday. This being my first solo show, I'm all a twitter. I haven't even seen my work in their frames yet (assembly happens on site on Thursday). It's going to be a rush of seeing my work in frames and seeing it in a gallery all within 48 hours. I can't wait. The show will have about 24 pieces including digital photography, photo layering (see first two images below) and other digital art. Many of the pieces are things I've posted here. Click "keep reading..." to see a few new pieces to this site. If you want to see the whole kit and kaboodle (I have no idea what a kaboodle is so just go with it), you'll have to pay a visit to the gallery sometime this month. My ego certainly wouldn't mind it if your visit happened to coincide with the opening on Friday (5-7pm).

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Schlep

The word is out. I'm a model citizen, contributor to the community and businessman to which all businesses should aspire.

Ok now. At least *try* to control the sniggering.


Oh the Choices!


Make up your mind


Serenity

I saw Joss Whedon's new movie, Serenity, last night. It was really good. Better than the half an episode I saw of the short-lived tv series, Firefly, on which the movie was based. Some may say this is a sci-fi western. With the bank robberies, gun fighting and running from the law I'd say they were right. With the flawed, quirky characters and resistance to take epic moments seriously, Joss does me proud once again. See it I say. See it now.


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