Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Steven Hamilton

So I know I have blogged about this guy before. He's from my neighborhood and as of 05ish he was retarded on a bike (the good kind). Seriously like game changing shit. Then he kinda vanished off the earth sort of. Like little video part here, small ad photo whatever. Then nothing. Now he is back with these weird ass videos, like you almost want to call them films? And he has this fucking blog that he updates like ten times a day. Weird, but I want to hang out with him really bad.

Anyway videos:





Monday, June 29, 2009

You've got the files on me.

CRYPTIC!






In other news things are clicking a little bit. New portfolio ideas are springing up, have some thoughts about some thesis-y sort of things, and whats that? is that a pep in my step?

plus new tattoo ideas?

Maybe I just needed some sun.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Monday, June 22, 2009

Another Story or two and a photograph or a few.

So two quick stories, both good ones, and a few pretty pictures.

Hanging out with Jenna at this bar called Zeitgeist (totally my favorite word) and we make friends with these three people from LA who are "transitioning" to SF. They turned out to be super rad nice people who we had dinner with and then went to have, "the best bloody marys ever!" I'm not really into tomato juice so you would have to ask Jenna if this was so, but anyway moral of the story is people are really nice when its so sunny out all the time. Lovely people they were, made me feel a bit lame in truth. But they were totally rad and never rubbed their awesomeness in my face. So cool, and they invited us to LA for a party (a think I should really really do but will totally probably not).

Story two:

I wake up this morning and there is a note in the kitchen from one of my roommates (I can't stress how awesome and nice these people are) with a business card attached. Turns out my roommate Jo met this dude at work and they got to talking about who knows what but some how it came up that he had this new roommate who does design from cincinnati (me.) and this other guy goes oh yeah thats rad, I know a guy who does design from Cincinnati his name is Tim Karoleff. The dude (his name is Ken Jasinski) worked with Tim at Mike and Miakke and he gave my roommate his card to give to me and told me to call him if I know Tim. So I definately have to give this guy a call. To many good things are happening to me here. I'm starting to think I'm going to get hit by a bus or something soon...


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Friday, June 19, 2009

The Chronic What?!?


God its nice here.

Palm Trees!

Frisco Disco

So I go to San Francicso, and I must say its pretty much perfect. I definitely get that, "this is where I'm supposed to be" vibe (kinda like the first time you go to NYC). I haven't even been here 24hrs and I already have a story to tell.

So I fly out around noon on Thursday, uneventful flight to Midway and a two hour lay over in which I proceed to get a little drunk at an airport bar watching some Confederation Cup games and almost miss my flight. I rush over to the gate area and board, luckily a lot of other people were late so I got a decent seat by a window; which I promptly gave up to a family with young kids that wanted to sit together (note: this is proof that karma exists). My new seat is next to an older retired couple flying back home to San Francisco, and we strike up a conversation about The Agony and The Ecstasy which I have been reading for the last few days (I will do a separate post about this book, epic). Anyway so I tell this couple why I'm moving out and the give me some tips and stuff and then OFFER ME A RIDE HOME FROM THE AIRPORT! How rad is that, plus one SF. We head down to the baggage claim area grab our stuff and head into the city, they drop me off at my apartment, give me their contact info and invite me over for dinner sometime while I'm here. Elaine and Doug are the nicest people ever!

I proceed to ring the doorbell to no avail, figure well and pull out my phone to give my roommate a call. No dice dead phone, oh noes. So now I'm stuck outside with my duffel and bike box just chilling on the sidewalk, this is no good. I continue to sit there and people watch for a bit thinking someone will show up, but nope nothing. In my boredom I decide I will put my bike together, at least I can work on my 180's and stuff. Right as I'm finishing that up one of my neighbors come home and I ask him if he knows the people next door and I tell him my situation. Without batting an eye he offers to let me put my stuff in his apartment and we step inside to umm...chill. And I must say what you have heard about the quality of SF chilling is no exaggeration.

Shortly after that someone shows up to let me in and I make an ass of myself because I can't understand any accents and think this kid is telling me my roommate is walking when in fact he was working oops. So I unpacked and promtly passed out.

Oh also this is the most furnished and nicest room I have ever stayed in. With really good books too!

In summation, SF feels right, the people are epicly nice and I now need to take advantage of the perfect weather to go ride my bike.

Edit: If you read this whole story here is a treat, new THEM THANGS!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

DONE!


So finished up my chair quarter, almost caught up on sleep. I'm sort of disappointed in my chair, but it's kind of one of those excited disappointments where you are just bummed cause of how much cooler it could have been.

Thank goodness this quarter's over, hopefully Cali will make up for a tough six months.

Holler.