Tutorial: How a Man Dies

The link I'm providing here has nothing to do with political affiliation or persuasion of any sort. The truth is, this man is reminiscent to me of numerous people, even things, witnessed and experienced in my life. I was just too accustomed to them being around. I never stopped to appreciate their value, their relevance, their goddamn moxie. Actually, in most cases I was just too young and/or stupid, but thats neither here nor their after it all comes to pass, isn't it?

This, folks, is a man who isn't scared to face the end.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/27/us/politics/27year.html?hp=&pagewanted=all

OK, I know what you're thinking. A real man of 2009 might know how to make a link work from his own fucking blog. Accept me for the tech-challenged man that I am, and go read some goddamned Churchill or Twain or something... watch Rambo, I don't care.

The Whiskey Reduxer

I had a Jameson and a High Life a few months back. Big surprise, right? Anyway, I took a quick, unplanned photo of them before I proceeded. I had my Nikon with me, but like I said, it was unplanned and Jimmy's isn't exactly the brightest place you can get a drink. So, I set my camera at a REALLY high ISO, took a few snaps, and loved the result so much so that that shot has been lingering in my picks for my nearly finished food portfolio.

I thought about it yesterday morning, though, and figured it would be folly to not go back to Jimmy's in the middle of the day when its slow, and try it again for real. The bartender J.J. liked the idea and was more than helpful. Shit, he even gave me a stand in whiskey-looking drink to use while I was finding my angle.

So the new one is on the right...



For the sake of upholding mine and J.J.'s rigid standards of truth in advertising, we decided to go with real whiskey for the photo. It had a life after hollywood.

Jennie's Big Special Day.

Jennie had been planning this day off for 2 wweeks. The only stipulation was Jimmy's. Easy enough.



After a while, I decided to go over to Hannahville and have him cut my hair. This would be the first time in, I don't know, 15 years that someone besides myself has done this. Dan Hannah is a special dude, and his operation is anything but typical.

Vintage lovin' 2

I'm not one for posting old photos just because they might bling out my fucking blog, but I'm doing anyway right now. I was searching through a hard drive to find a different photo when I found this on accident. I've always loved this photo, but I can't exactly say why.



As far as I can tell, this may be the first photo that I ever took that was worth a shit. I took it 12 years ago, right when I started taking photos. My dad gave me the camera(Pentax Spotmatic) a couple years earlier, but I only used it to photograph this girls ass once. Thats not creepy like you're thinking right now, because she later became my girlfriend of 5 years.

So yeah, I think this is my first cool picture. Lucky as hell, obviously, but cool.

Food project gets 1,000 volts straight to the groin!

Ok, I'm broke right now. Not much has changed since my trip to the tax persons. Actually, I no longer get mail from the IRS, so I guess thats progress.

Whatever the case, I've been about 3/4 of the way to having enough images to put together a food portfolio that I can be proud of. I've been putting it off lately, but I woke up with some inspiration today and said fuck it, I'm going for a double.

Started at Tanpopo in St. Paul at 11 AM. Japanese noodle place that I've eaten at maybe 5 times prior(including the day before today). Its never been anything but outstanding.



This needs to be said. I've eaten 3 times in the last 3 days in St. Paul. This is not normal for me... I'm a 612er. I imagine that this is what it would feel like to cheat on your girlfriend.

As 3 PM rolled around, I went for a snack at the new restaurant in the Guthrie. I'm not usually one to get seafood in this city, but its Tim McKee's new baby, and I'm pretty sure that guy could take Lucky Charms and milk and somehow make it better than you could.



Yeah, it was as good as I hoped. Looking at my would-be portfolio now, I see that this is the second time I shot a Prawns. Super fucking stupid. Guess I'll have to go back.

A real American awesome weekend.

I had an exceptionally good weekend of weather, friends, sleep, and everything else that means jack shit. I even got to go see G.I. Joe!









Given the circumstances and my history with Hasbro(G.I. Joe in particular), I am glad I went to see the movie and would do it again given the same situation.

In other words... holy fuck that movie sucked some ASS!

Why I love booze.

This video was, is, and always will be one of my all time favorites. I can only imagine the amount of liquor that led these two into thinking that moving a stump with a bike was a good idea.



I love it when the shirt comes off!

Lush

This place just opened in an old machine shop right across Central Ave from where I live. This proximity is important for reasons that I will explain. Its a new gay-friendly bar/restaurant/club... apparently with a heavy emphasis on club. This is cool because now, my once sleepy corner of Central has upped its fun factor from one old standard bar(Vegas Lounge) to three places. Tickles is the other joint, and thats a gay piano bar that is actually not nearly as gay as 'Tickles, the gay piano bar' makes it sound.

Geiger and I decided to go check out brunch here today and man, all I can say is that everything just fucking sucked. Except the cool looking ice. They spent the money for one of those specialty wiz-bang ice machines that all the fashionable cocktail places are using. And since I'm a sucker for shit like that, I actually don't mind paying an extra buck for pretty ice in my cocktail.

Anyway, like I said, everything just sucked. I won't hold it against them, though, they have only been open for like 48 hours.



The only thing I'm worried about with this place is parking. Due to the whole proximity to my house thing, and their tiny parking lot, there is bound to be some overflow into my street. Thats fine and all, but this is a neighborhood with families and other people who are just not generally accustomed to hordes of drunken club dudes wandering around their yards. And this has NOTHING to do with them being young drunk GAY dudes. It has to do with them being YOUNG DRUNK gay DUDES. Ask any older, civilized gay man... they'll tell you that a drunk dude is a drunk dude is a drunk dude.

More Pyka time...

...but not enough. I wish I could have spent more time firing around with the little bugger, because she lives far away. Once again, though, money and the pursuit thereof interferes with what is actually important in life. At least I had fun with the time I was allotted, I guess.