WEEKEND UPDATE

I just want to get this out before I forget: I overheard one of the funniest things I've heard in a longgg time last night. I was walking past Pianos on Ludlow on my way to the kimchi hot dog man and in front of the bar, I saw a bouncer kick out a guy in a full-on Tony the Tiger outfit (It's grrrreeeat!) and another bouncer yelled to him, "Tony the Tiger, I warned you, man. I warned you."

Cy and I found a hat in the cab.

Haha. Cy now has a Halloween costume.

Dial 3-1-1 for a delicious beef stick from the Kimichi hot dog man.

HERE'S ONE WAY TO SLEEP ON THE SUBWAY:

Step 1. Sit down. Step 2. Pull jacket over your head.

Step 3. Sleep.

If still confused, please see photo below.

THE GREATEST ALBUM EVER...IS....

For those wondering about the contents of this enticingly titled CD: If you actually purchased the CD, the cover would have looked like this: Haha.  It's all an inside joke--not everything public, ya'll!  "Sure it is, Matt, sure it is.  You know you secretly heart JT."

SEE--I'M NOT SO SPECIAL AFTER ALL

This is a follow up to the most recent entry (see below). Many faces...

and more faces...

See, not so special.  I'm just a dime a dozen.

IS THIS OBNOXIOUS?

You can see me on a window of a design/branding agency on Crosby between Prince and Spring. Or you can just look at the bad cellphone cam shot below:

WEEK/END UPDATE (INCLUDING A CELEB SIGHTING)

On Tuesday, I attended an industry event at the Trump Towers--the interior reminds me of what a 'classy' strip club would look like if it was designed by Tony Montana. I'm sure some people were there to network, but it was really all about the open bar and hor'dourves. Recap? Lets just say that you can drink a lot in two hours--and consume quite a bit of steak, especially if it is free. Also, based on that event's attendance, I'm convinced that the ratio of males to females in PR and marketing is probably 1 dude for every 45 chicks. After finagling a couple more free drinks from the Rosie Perez (from 20 years ago) lookalike bartender despite the open bar being closed, we headed downtown for a couple more drinks at a bar where my friend's friend was bartending. And then I was home, passed out by 11 PM.

Wednesday night, I went to Cyrus's weekly shindig at the hookah joint downtown.

Puff the magic dragonnnn, live by the sea...

And frolicked in the autumn mist called hookah-lee.

I have no idea who this is...

I call this photo: "Dog in Bar."

So that was Wednesday.

Friday, I saw Jackass 2.  Hilarious--but I seriously nearly threw up in the movie theater during the scene involving the horse.  I really did want to hurl and still felt ill a few hours after the movie had ended.

Saturday, I chatted briefly with Bryan Singer.  Who dat?  Oh, he directed a couple indie hits like, The Usual Suspects, X Men 1 & 2, and the recent Superman.

Another week down, another one to go.  BRING IT ON (easily)!

WHAT COULD THIS BE?

Any guesses?

PEDRO OUTDANCES NAPOLEON DYNAMITE

At the party on Friday night, I shot this video of a guy who looked remarkably like Pedro (from "Napoleon Dynamite") getting his solo dance break on in a serious way.  For as being drunk as I was, I'm amazed--more than Pedro's dance dance skills--at my steady cam shot.  Move over Spielberg. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nu74Z0lQN3U]

JUMPOLOGY: ORIGIN OF JUMP PICTURES

Two people separately today sent me this article which is fantastic. I love taking jump pictures--by 'jump pictures,' I mean photographs of catching people in mid jump in the air--but apparently there is one man responsible for capturing such a joyful shot.

And because of Halsman’s sense of play, we have the jump pictures—portraits of the well known, well launched.

This odd idiom was born in 1952, Halsman said, after an arduous session photographing the Ford automobile family to celebrate the company's 50th anniversary. As he relaxed with a drink offered by Mrs. Edsel Ford, the photographer was shocked to hear himself asking one of the grandest of Grosse Pointe's grande dames if she would jump for his camera. "With my high heels?" she asked. But she gave it a try, unshod—after which her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Henry Ford II, wanted to jump too.

For the next six years, Halsman ended his portrait sessions by asking sitters to jump. It is a tribute to his powers of persuasion that Richard Nixon, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Judge Learned Hand (in his mid-80s at the time) and other figures not known for spontaneity could be talked into rising to the challenge of...well, rising to the challenge. He called the resulting pictures his hobby, and in Philippe Halsman's Jump Book, a collection published in 1959, he claimed in the mock-academic text that they were studies in "jumpology."

Here's a collection of some of my jump pictures:

WEEKEND UPDATE

I drank entirely way too fucking much last week. Nothing too eventful happened, despite open bar parties, someone handing me a giant handle of grey goose as soon as I walked in, and well, more drinking. Some random pictures from the weekend:

LAST NIGHT'S CONCERT

Nick Lachay concert last night. In my defense, the ticket was free as was the booze, but I'm going to stop protesting here and get on with the show. OMFG AHHHHHH NICCCCKKKKK. The crowd went nuts.

P tries to keep it gangsta amongst a sea of tweens.

Pam can barely breath due to her excitement and at the prospect of seeing Nick's guns.

"NICCCKKKKK!!!!"

"This song goes out to Matt."

She has a lot to give.

While Nick was singing to this chick (note the tank top which I totally predicted would happen at the beginning of the show), Nick's girlfriend Vanessa was standing up and blowing him kisses.

The target audience was in full force.

Note the group of kids onstage in the back--they were winners of some radio promotion. Two of the winners were actually 20 something girls who confessed to us during the show before they went onstage that they were actually JT fans. Ouch.

Swoonage action.

I AM THE KEYMAKER

I came home to find the bathroom door locked with no one inside.  Doh.  First, I took Luca out for a walk and then came home, straightened out a paper clip and 10 minutes later: Triumph of the mind and body over the lock. I felt like Motherfuckin Chuck Norris and McGuyver all wrapped in one.

WEEKEND UPDATE

Last Friday after work, I finally saw Little Miss Sunshine.  When my friend Patrick saw it when it first got released in New York City (predictably sold out  that opening weekend, naturally), he told me, "You'll laugh and you'll cry."  Bold claim, I thought.  But it's SO TRUE.  That should be the tag to the movie. If you haven't seen it (although you probably have if you are my friend, because all my friends are hipper than me and see these sort of movies long before I do), then GO SEE IT!

And Saturday was good times, although I was quite thirsty for most of the night.  Contrary to my past tendency, I didn't take too many photos--here's a few uneventful (boring?) ones.

SUNSET

Sunset view from my office.

SUBWAY PHOTO

While riding the busy, but not crowded subway to work this morning, I noticed a large man getting on my car at one of the stops. He is exactly how I've always pictured Ignatius Reilly from "A Confederacy of Dunces." After he stepped in, he looked around and immediately noticed an empty seat. The middle seat was unoccupied while bookending it sat two women--one of a recent college graduate age and the other simply, old. Watching their eyes, I knew what was going on in their heads. Their shared inner monologue went something like this:

Oh dear god. Please don't sit here. I don't want another person's fat to rub on me. No. Don't look here...maybe if I push out my elbows slightly--No! NO!!!

He waddled over, turned around, squeezed in his buttocks-ten times the size of mine--and slowly slid in, like putting toothpaste back into the tube. After twisting side to side to fill every niche of space available, he looked around with satisfaction and began reading his magazine, while ignoring the glares of his two intimate neighbors.

MOOSE VERSUS CAR

Any Alaskan can tell you that there are no winners in the epic match between a moose and car.  Both lose. Don't believe me?  (Warning: Dead animal pictures...or what you call future moosejerky!)

TODAY'S CELEBRITY SIGHTING

I saw Peter Facinelli (from "Six Feet Under" and "Can't Hardly Wait") today.

STREET PHOTO

I was walking to a subway stop a few weeks ago after a night out on the town and I noticed a belt placed on top of a fire hydrant.  At the time, I thought "how odd" and took a photo of it.  It wasn't until I got home later and transfered the photo to my computer that I realized that there was so much more to it than just a belt.

TODAY'S CELEBRITY SIGHTING

At my second job today, I was hanging out with my coworkers when this dude walks in looking indentical to the main actor from "My Name is Earl."  He wasn't, but turns out--thanks to the confirmation of my music fanatic coworker, he was actually the drummer from the Killers.  So yea.  Go Killers drummer dude.

PORTUGAL: DAY 2

Amused by the "-1" floor.

Some more sightseeing around the area.

Ate lunch by the water; A delicious meal of burgers, nachos and fries with Coke.

We then got our culture on by checking out some famous fort.

Goldilocks, let down your long hair!

Woa.

These medieval knights were shocked to see an Asian dude on their shores.

Charge!!

The bikers in the back were probably thinking, "Obnoxious Americanos!"

Jumping makes any cultural sightseeing more fun.

It happens occasionally.

Like when I visit forts...forts of loveeee.

Some hip area of Lisbon.

Rory demonstrating his favorite scene from the Karate Kid. Right after this photo was taken, he slipped and that pole went right up his ass.

After walking around a bit, we mellowed out at some really hip local outside cafe that *I* found. Credit due and taken.

Cafe action.

Ooooh, artsy.

The lower level of the outside cafe.

Seven hours later, after dinner (with copious amounts of bottles of wine), we went pubbing.

R doing what he does best when drunk--annoying people.