Foolishness
I’ve been busy this holiday season! Check out these awesome videos I made for Drawn Stories. If you like them why not get one made yourself!
Christmas in July (edited with Mike Briggs, using the photography of Andrew Paradise and Eddie Siracusa)
Happy Year of the Dragon! (music by Romanteek)
Sigh. Hacked again. But I’m using this as an opportunity to restructure and try out the WordPress Multisite feature. Should have everything up and running again over the weekend.
“Everything’s been done before. All you can do is to do it slightly differently or to do it better.”
-Rob Brydon, from The Trip
2006
2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcwX2TnsTPE
Oh dear, Duane Reade! I know you are trying to appeal to women and mothers in particular, but maybe you should be careful about how you place your ads together? Because right now you are maybe trying to target women confused about their identity who NEED CHILDREN NOW! Or maybe that is how you feel? Is this a cry for help, Duane Reade? I am here for you. We will get through this together.
I’ve been following Wimbledon on the internet the past couple of days and just noticed this graphic on top of ESPNs score tracker.

Tennis is X-TREME!
What are they trying to say, exactly? That tennis players are made of fire? Or that when they play too hard they will burst into flames, a la Buffy? Maybe it is just a sly advertisement for fire-resistant clothing. We may never know!
Last week I ran in the James Joyce Ramble in Dedham, MA. It’s a 10K race with the twist that all along the course costumed actors read passages from Joyce’s various works. It was my first “race” since high school and the stars were not aligning for me: I had a severly tight hamstring and it was 90 degrees and sunny. Not fun running conditions. Regardless, I didn’t finish well, but I DID finish. (How slow was I going? I ran the same distance today 20 minutes faster. Wow!)
Anyway, road races are awesome because you sign up for like twenty bucks and you get a free t-shirt, some other swag with ads on it, free food and drink (and beer!). They also put this little timer on your shoe AND they take photos of everyone so that you can commemorate the event.
Look at me here! Proud, focused, graceful. Dropdead handsome.

Truly, an athlete in his element
And now look at me just a camera click later. Exhausted, defeated, on the verge of collapse.

Uh... did I mention it was 90? That's HOT
How is it possible that I look so different just moments apart? The magic of still photography, ladies and gentlemen!







