Cooking eagle eggs in a boy scout pot.




Jobless, again.

Monday was my last day of work. The boss pulled me aside and told me that I wasn't meeting the standards of my position. He said I needed to take a higher volume of photographs, but I find it hard because I like to make them personal or at least make an effort to make them have a decent background. As he was talking to me, I told him I didn't like the job and basically put in my two weeks. Its crazy what they company wants us to do. They want "unique" photos, which means have the rink/field in the background but also take a lot of them. Its hard when there are time constraints and we cannot put any creativity into the photographs. By the time I had shot 60 photographs, the top photographer had put up 600. Yeah, I can't believe it. Oh well, I hated that job anyway. I think my boss might have been pissed because he saw me talking to my aunt kelsey.



Denver Bike Film Festival is coming through town. So excited!


KEH in Denver!

Okay, so all you photo nuts should be excited to hear about KEH being back in Denver. If you don't know what it is I suggest you visit the site now.

Rocky Mountain Regional Camera Show
October 18, 2009
9AM - 4PM
$5.00 adult admission

Jefferson County Fairgrounds
15200 West 6th Ave
Golden, Co. 80401
(near Lakewood)

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Part Time Job

Working as a True Fan Photographer! If you are at a game, let me take your picture. First night 10/11/09 Rockies v. Phillies. Hopefully they'll keep me on and I'll be able to shoot Broncos, Av's, and some lacrosse team. Thanks to Slash(Burning Photographs) for hooking me up.


Zack Seckler's True Love Project

He hires hypnotists and photographs people while they are thinking of love. You can feel the emotion from the photographs.


be sure to check out the videos.


Rock Lobster!

Haggag i'm at the b52's show

edit: Hahaha, never in my life did I think I would see the B52's live and for free! Spent the morning and afternoon working in the darkroom. Met up with some stoopers and got invited to the show. Played some Skate2. Went to the Kirkland museum and had my mind blown. Then headed over to the Filmore to dance with a bunch of homies and hundreds of the gay people. Seriously, I have never seen so many gay people in one location besides on pride day. I thought all the cougars would have craddle rob our asses but no one would dance with us. They actually moved away from us, except for the dudes that hit on me. What the hell, who knew they had more songs than love shack and rock lobster!?


Sunny Day Real Estate @ the Ogden Theatre 9/21/09

Another great reunion show. It should be a pretty damn good show. Prepare to see the 1st gen emo kids.


Get them while you can

The Get Up Kids are playing a reunion show tomorrow at the Marquis!


Fuck. Never mind i have a wedding to in to this weekend so no on the comp


My Kind of Competition

Hahaha, I've never heard of an ollie contest. I'll probably enter it, if my foot is healed up. Theres no doubt in my mind that I won't place. Here is some more info at the website.


First Week of School

Went pretty good. Classes sound prettty fun but intimidating. Been skating pretty much everyday since I have been back. My new gear ratio 40x16 is not so awesome, probably because my legs are weak sauce. Its nice to use the schools fast computers for editing; it makes things so much faster.



We got a dehumidifier for the restaurant. The water is so clean, pure, and cold. It looks so good. I had the bright idea to actually try it. Let it be known that dehumidifier water tastes just like dirt water. I still can't believe I tried it. I leave back to colorado in a few days, im extremely excited.



Tim's friend from Spain introduced us to this hit group from the 90's, the video is pretty hilarious. This is a possible halloween costume. Haven't been shooting too much but I did stumble across a 8mm movie camera. So if anyone has some film they would like to donate that would be awesome.



My new wheelsets finally came in. I'm so excited to get them set up. I want to ride so badly but those bastards didn't include any cogs or lock rings so now I have to order some and wait some more.


As of recent

I usually take some pictures of my granmother and nephew Max in the morning, if he is there. Took a couple with my bronny but just have to find some money to develop it. Just trying to improve on my portraits. My grandmother does not like it when I take photographs of her because she says she is old and her mouth looks all fucked up. I've been playing with my white balance a lot too.

Here is a text between Ehren and I
Loon: I might be able to grow a less scummy mustache my lip hairs are thicker and like pubes now
Ehren: Probably the best text i've recieved
I didn't realize how funny it was until I reread it.

If you like cars you will like Ken Block showing off his driving skills in the new STI. It is pretty impressive.

Here is a text I got last night. Check out Elliot's sweet sock tan line.

This was parked in front of me at the grocery store. This is some serious dedication to being a juggalo.


Too much time in the Dakota Territory

Man there is absolutely nothing for me to do after I get off work. I usually mash around a while but its not as fun with no traffic and skating isn't the best here. I've been shooting a lot, that is a plus but have nothing to edit them with/ do not want to pay to get my 20+ rolls developed. I finally have my sewing machine running right so hopefully I'll be able to make/mend some clothes or make some stuff to sell. Once i get some sodium carbonate I'll experiment with developing with vitamin c and instant coffee. I don't really want to try it with my old rolls because there is a lot of stuff from Europe. I've been doing a lot of phonetography too. But damnit since my mom's house has got internetz and her computer is fast as balls I have been spending way to much time on here. Well hopefully my new rims come in soon so I can mash.

PS I picked up a milkdud off the floor the other day. It turned out to be a turd. Fuck you little kid. I know who you are.

Well here are my new shoes.

Before I left Colorado, I found that super sick ditch spot Josh Murphy smithed in IN COLOR at .38 the footage does that spot no justice. Its so gnarly and steep. The rail is pretty hard to skate too and when you fall, its like falling on a cheese grater.
Here are some pubes that I found in the urinal at work, they spell out old. I laughed and p'ed.


Ian O'Connor

Pulled this off Ian O'Connors blog. You should check out his work its pretty awesome. This is going to be epic. I'll put up the results when I find them but prepared to be amazed.

In Bloom

Check out Steve Griggs short film Inbloom. Its a beautiful and inspirational little film with wonderful cinematography, lighting, editing, and direction. If you have the time check out his other videos, this is a very talented man.

North Bound and Fucked in Crap Town

I left to Suicide Dakota 6 days. I put it off as long as I could but my wallet was really hurting and my parents were bitching. It was so hard to leave, I basically abandoned my life to live and work in a piece of shit. Okay I'm getting distracted, my dad just woke up to take a piss. He is stumbling like a drunken bear trying to find the light on the wall now, he is in the bathroom taking a leak and he sounds a pig grunting. Hilarity! spent my last morning with Annie at Denver Diner. I love how she is in the morning. I called to see where she was at and I could only understand 80 percent of what she was saying, the rest is cute inaudible groans, like she is still asleep. She is going to be a sweet old lady. I met up with Mag and Nikki later at the mills to get some shoes and hang for a bit at the yard house for some delicious Thai pizza. our waitress was a bitch so we crumpled her tip and jammed it into the billfold and left. I finally left Denver around 2. The entire drive I stared at the clouds looking at the formations, wondering if Annie was doing the same. Filled up in Wheatland and saw a hitch hiker and thought about giving him a ride by the time I decided it was too late for the both of us so I continued driving. A few miles out of Cheyanne I saw another hitch hiker and went through the same process as before. He looked like an interesting fellow. With the giant canvas bag thrown over his shoulded. I guessed he was about 20. His skin tanned like a leather bag. His beard dusty from the miles of walking. His daisy dukes, were daisy dukes(the bottom of the pockets were showing) and if it wasn't for his spandex underwear his genitalia would be just as tanned. Having created that image in my mind, I knew I had to pick him up. I back tracked 6 miles only to find he was nothing like I had made him out to be. His dusty beard was long and grey. His hair short, grey, and thin at top. His skin wrinkled, aged, tanned, and battered from the countless hours of walking. He was in his late 40's. I took a couple of shots. I really hope they turned out all right. I was able to get his name, where he was comming from, and where he was going to. The ride was silent after that. He broke the silence with a sneeze. Not just any sneeze mind you. But a sneeze that shakes your body and soul. Before every sneeze he would lean in, tilt his head down and uncage the beastly air from his lungs. The sneezes would come out with such raw power and force it would throw his body back into the seat, his legs would straighten, and he would violently scratch and shake his head while mumbling words I could not fathom. I have seen my fare share of intense sneezes so this did not bother me. What bothered me is that it went on for the next hour. After the first ten minutes of this I began to worry and wondered if I had made the right choice. Dean, as I been told to call him had been traveling without water for the last several hours so at the offer of water he gladly took it like a starving child a third world country and INHALED the two bottles I had. He fidgeted in his seat like he was autistic or like he had tourette syndrome or an O.C.D. He would count on his fingers, scratch his leg and mumble things. I thought my music would set him off and at any moment he would pounce on me and kill us both in a beautiful car accident. I pulled into the Sinclairs at the Lusk exit. I gave him a dollar thirty-eight, took a few photos and we were on our way. I rolled into town around 830. The sun was setting behind me. The sky was glowing a vibrant mango orange and the air smelled of fresh pine trees after a light summer rain. That was all over when I parked in front of the China Buffet. Anxious to ride, I set up my bike only find that my tire was flat. I tired to patch it with some expoxy and another tire then tired some electrical tape but failed miserabley. I opted to go skate. Ended up cruising downtown and rolled past the bar to see some familar faces. I stopped in to say hi but ended up staying till closing. This dude named Jeremy came up and told me about watching me grow up and stuff then proceeded to spill his jager bomb all over my shorts and shoes. He turned around to use the atm and I noticed that he was wearing an icp shirt. What little respect for him was lost in that instant. I saw Jake Panill for the first time in two years. He was completely hammered then gave me a bone crushing bear hug. I stopped over to talk to John Haskavitz and Cameron Weiss. After yelling the doors break on through Jake made his way over and was still pretty excited to see me. So he whipped out his dick and started to pee on the floor. It was hilarious. Ended my night with a jager bomb with Mark Steffen because of his insistant pressure. Then Jake came back over and told us how he put his fingers up some old hags butt and when she said it was weird because he is her sons age he put them up even further. I leave you with a picture of my nephew Max.


Memorial Day

I've been meaning to make a blog for a while now. With so much going down recently I figured this would be the perfect time. So I'm leaving to South Dakota for the summer, it blows asshole but I need to make fast money and lots of it. So Memorial Day was pretty sweet, woke up to another overcast rain filled day. Bike polo was post-poned due to weather but luckily we had a window to play for 3 hours or so. Me, Krishna, and David made up team brown. We made an exception with David because he has a brown bike. We lost one and won one. Murdered them the second game. David and I rode back to his house, it started to pour as we were putting our bikes on the porch. Spent my evening chatting with Collin. Headed out to Wes's party around 12. When I got there everybody was leaving to Brian's. I guess he was having a keg party. Luckily I had my car...I parked it on Clarkson and 16th, the on the other side of his place. Separating us a parking lot, not just any lot a police parking lot. Stepping into a puddle as I open my door is a great way to start the night. A little down and lazy I decided to take a short cut through the lot. Up the trash can and over the fence. Making my way up the second fence now, almost home free! When suddenly I get spot lighted. I walk over to the patrol car and they ask me what I was doing. I calmly told them what I was doing and the cop was being a total ass hole using unesscessary force and attitude. As they cuffed me, I saw Brian, Jeremy, and Wes pull up, I was going to yell at them but it was probably a bad idea. Loaded in the car they drove me 15 feet to the door of the police station. They searched me, threw me in a holding cell, and he (cock sucking R. Ziegler Ser # 05032) was still being a cock sucking asshole. Maybe he didn't like my non chalant attitude. Sitting in the cell the Forecast was stuck in my head so I sang and whistled and kicked my feet swimmingly. I thought they were just going to give me some shit and try to scare me then let me go with a warning. Man how I wish that was the case. The loaded me into the paddy wagon and brought me to Denver county. Took my mug shots, prints, and made me strip off my three sweaters multiple times, it was annoying. How many times do you have to look through my pockets, I've been in a holding cell for the entire time. What am I going to do stab you with the styrofoam cup or use it as leverage later to get me a woman? My mug shot was pretty awesome. Being a little shocked that they were going so far to put in me in jail, I couldn't help but smile. I look a little to happy, almost derranged. Sat in the fish tank for a while and read aloud with the spansish program on the screen that was telling me to report rapes and how to avoid them. After getting all my shit processed they put in a 5 ft by 7 ft holding cell with 7, yes 7 other people. Two of which were bums and it smelled of delicious shit! I was only in there for 30 mins. I feel bad for the others who were in there for hours. I stayed in the lovely accomodations of the 4th floor room 5 west wing. Got to my room around 3, slept for an hour and my roommate woke me up for break fast as 430 am. Why in the hell do they have it so early? The reactions to the food was pretty hilarious. Upon seeing what we were going to be dining on a moan of "uuuuuuuuhhhhhss" echoed in the corridor. Breakfast consisted of cream of wheat, milk, coffee, butter, sugar, a tortilla smothered in a transparent gravy with brown salty chunks. That shit was sick. Back in the cell my roommate introduced himself to me as 19 year old "Demise." He just did a year in adams county and have spent the last 5 days in county. I had court at 8 and Demise wouldn't let me sleep another wink. He asked what music I liked. I told him. He said he was down with the "family" but wasn't a juggalo. Lies. He has faygo coursing through his veins through and through. On top of that he wouldn't stop preaching and reciting biblical verses it me. It was awesome. Time seems to drag on in there. I lay on my top bunk rolling around changing sitting/laying positions every ten minutes or so. Finally court rolls around and its taking for ever. The bum before me had the best story. Apparently he was in the quiet room in the health clinic, which he says has no bathroom. He told us he had to shit really bad and the only thing in the room was a plate. So he left a nice steamer on the plate and pushed it towards the guard so she could dispose of it. The judge said the statement said otherwise. According to the medical staff they said he threw "feces at the staff and smeared feces on the wall." I was up shortly after, pleaded guilty and when he said " do you have any further comments?" I leaned in and said "go, nuggets." A silence fell amongst the crowd as those words left my lips. My tempterature rose, I was nervous. Maybe it was a bad idea after all. The judge said "just because we're in denver doesn't mean we are all nuggets fans..." luckily he liked my humor and he talked about basket ball before my time. I was let off with time served. Spent the rest of my day skating. It was glorious.