This is hands down, my new favorite blog. I know it’s a one-note joke, but it’s perfect.  Guy responding to Craigslist Missed Connections ads with those simple four words. With a mouthful of Baby Ruth and water, I nearly choked to death when I burst out laughing and half the candy bar went into my lungs. Thanks to WFMU’s Beware the Blog for the link. Here’s a sample and the link follows:

it was about 1 am on monday night/tuesday morning. you were wearing a magenta colored dress and lime green shoes. i usually don’t like hipster looking girls but you were adorable. we had a couple staredowns but i’m way to shy to do anything about it. i was the tall skinny white guy with a Mets hat on and a blue and white tattoo on my forearm. e-mail me if you think this is you.

Re: To the girl I saw at the Lorimer St. L platform – m4w – 25

That’s my girl, asshole.



Ryan Heshka is an old soul trapped in the body of a 36-year-old. A Vancouver transplant via Manitoba, he has spent the better part of the last decade painting canvases featuring pin-up girls fighting space invaders, giant creatures battling for dominance, and outlandish landscapes that look like they were torn out of a 1930’s comic book. For Heshka, vintage is not something that is old, but rather an object that is timeless, and he translates that concept vividly to his paintings and commercial work. Juxtapoz caught up with Heshka as he was putting the finishing touches on a few paintings for his up-coming show NEO PULP at Orbit Gallery in Edge Water, NJ opening June 23.


Washington Post:

Karl — a.k.a. John Ukec Lueth Ukec, the Sudanese ambassador to Washington — held a news conference at the National Press Club yesterday to respond to President Bush’s new sanctions against his regime. In his hour-long presentation, he described a situation in his land that bore no relation to reality.

Genocide in the Darfur region? “The United States is the only country saying that what is happening in Darfur is a genocide,” Ukec shouted, gesticulating wildly and perspiring from his bald crown. “I think this is a pretext.”

Ah. So what about the more than 400,000 dead? “See how many people are dying in Darfur: None,” he said.

And the 2 million displaced? “I am not a statistician.”


From the NYT Magazine:

The more we talked over the following 18 months, however, the more painful his adolescence began to sound. Apatow was always small for his age, and he grew adept at making fun of himself before others could. He began audiotaping “Saturday Night Live” when he was 11, transcribing the show and then trying to figure how they made it funny. When TV Guide arrived each week, Apatow would underline all the comics scheduled to appear on “The Mike Douglas Show.”

Apatow’s childhood hero was Steve Martin. On a summer trip to L.A., Apatow persuaded his grandparents to drive by Martin’s home until Apatow spied his hero in the driveway. Martin wouldn’t give him an autograph, so Apatow wrote him an angry letter saying it was his patronage of Martin’s projects that allowed him to live the high life. A few weeks later, Martin sent Apatow a copy of his book “Cruel Shoes” with an apology: “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was speaking to the Judd Apatow.”


great piece on david alan harvey’s blog, talking about William Albert Allard. Allard is a pure photographer. I first saw him speak in 1989 and I could probably recite several choice Allard quotes from memory eighteen years later.

A great read:

the first words i ever heard out of william albert allard’s mouth were “why didn’t this guy win?” he stomped across the room, grabbed one of my b&w 16×20 prints and held it up for all to see…”___dammit , this guy shoulda won!!”…..we were in minneapolis , allard’s hometown, for a “College Photographer of the Year” contest sponsored by the NPPA…

i was in grad school at the Universtiy of Missouri and i had been previously judged as “second place” in this nationwide contest….allard did not think i was judged fairly….and allard always speaks out…always..


Every Sunday I go through the list of new releases on Netflix. Here are two that I’m sure you’ll soon be renting:

Drive Thru (2007)

Nothing ever happens in the tiny Orange County, Calif., town of Blanca Carne, but that’s about to change. Hella Burger’s evil mascot, Horny the Clown (Van De La Plante), is on a murderous rampage. Tired of seeing her friends slaughtered by Horny’s meat cleaver, 17-year-old Mackenzie (Leighton Meester) decides to put an end to his killing spree. Nicholas D’Agosto, Lola Glaudini and Larry Joe Campbell co-star in this darkly comic terror-fest.

The Greatest Tractor Show on Earth Ever (2007)

Some titles say it all, and this document of the Cheffins Tractor Millennium is no exception. All told, 1,958 tractors turned up for this extravaganza in the summer of 2000. The event was capped off by the great dynamometer horsepower challenge, which pits modern tractors against vintage machines. Participants include John Deere, Fordson, Marshall, Doe and Caterpillar. Relive the magic of this thrilling event for tractor enthusiasts.

dead time pacifies:

I went to Burnt Ramen in Richmond. Burnt Ramen reminds me a lot of 924 Gilman circa 1991. I am not a big fan of that place.
It is in a poor neighborhood which serves to keep away the more normal weekender kids that all go to Gilman these days, but it is also packed full of wasted teenagers smoking cigarettes that incidentally are all probably banned from Gilman.

I went to see Bad Reaction and Broken Needle. Both great bands full of great dudes. However, the bands are pretty much secondary to this “review.” Just as the bands are most likely secondary to getting drunk for the Burnt Ramen crowd.


There are profiles of six photographers on Canon Europe’s professional website. Most interesting to me was the profile of Swedish photojournalist Per-Anders Pettersson, who has been doing fascinating work from the Congo (that’s his photograph above), where millions of people have died in conflict since 1997 with almost no international attention. You can read Pettersson’s profile and see his photos (and a video) at this link.

The other photographers profiled are: Kai Pfaffenbach, Martin Eisenhawer, Bill Frakes, and Alessandra Meniconzi.

Canon Professional Network

I’ve been staring at this photo by Florida photojournalist Chip Litherland for a few days now. I kept a browser window with his blog open, intending to post it. His blog always has something cool on it.

Redlights and Redeyes

Nuruddin Farah, in the NYT:

My subsequent meetings with the Islamists and their sympathizers were equally frustrating. There was no discussion of the peace plan that had brought me back to Somalia. Instead, the discussions centered on matters they deemed important: whether theaters should be open; whether girls could be permitted to wear jeans or go about unveiled; whether tea houses should play music, or young men watch soccer on television. There was no serious talk of governance.

What struck me in these conversations was the presence of Arabic. These men, I surmised, had received their education in Sudan, Libya or Kuwait. For the first time since the Middle Ages, Arabic was the lingua franca in Mogadishu; Somali was practically a second language.


From Wooster Collective:

BiPed spotted this new piece yesterday in South London. While it hasn’t been confirmed, it has Banksy written all over it.

BiPed writes:

“The photo is quite misleading as the stencil is actually about 9ft high -you can just make out the top of a security fence on the left.”


From the blog of Jeff Gerstmann, GameSpot:

“Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones
“Cherub Rock” by Smashing Pumpkins
“Sabotage” by Beastie Boys
“The Metal” by Tenacious D
“My Name is Jonas” by Weezer
“Knights of Cydonia” by Muse
“Rock And Roll All Nite” as made famous by Kiss
“School’s Out” as made famous by Alice Cooper
“Slow Ride” as made famous by Fog Hat
“Cult of Personality” by Living Colour
“Barracuda” as made famous by Heart


Dee Brown on the bench at the end. Jazz lose.

Paul Millsap.

And that’s my take from Game One.

I haven’t linked to eboy for a while. Check this one out:

From LA Weekly, a series of profiles of cool people. My favorites:

Kelly Benway. “Fuck school, fuck a daytime job.” It just gets in the way, says Kelly Benway. You can tell right away that punk runs through Benway’s veins. Always has. She grew up with the Talking Heads, Blondie, Television and the Ramones.

Stephen Hauptfuhr. From creeky warehouses to raucous bars to swanky boîtes and back again, Stephen Hauptfuhr has bash-ed ’em all. The 33-year-old L.A. native isn’t your average chatty, social-butterfly-type party planner, and he comes off supermellow, even a bit shy, but beneath the soft-spoken exterior there’s a creative spark and knack for getting people together that’s been flickering for almost two decades. Just into his teens in the early ’90s, “Mr. Kool-Aid,” as he called himself, was a hot electronic-music DJ and promoter helping put on some of L.A.’s biggest dance-music events, many at unconventional locales like water parks and shopping malls.

Rick Klotz. Rick Klotz is one opinionated mofo, and he has every right to be. The local clothing designer/artist created L.A.’s first streetwear company, Freshjive, and 17 years later it’s still going strong with a bold collection of T-shirts, hoodies and bottoms that, even alongside a host of multimillion-dollar competitors, continues to set the standard for casual Cali cool.

Jason Lee. Some years ago, before the lucky lotto-winning guy named Earl Hickey came along, Jason Lee was a professional skateboarder from Huntington Beach. Pictured shredding on the covers of magazines like Thrasher and the now-defunct Power Edge, he made his first memorable film debut in an epic 1991 flick for BLIND skateboards called Video Days, directed by another former skate-industry grom, Spike Jonze.

Dave Naz. One of the most disturbing images to appear on the Internet this year may have been Dave Naz’s snapshot of his girlfriend, Orianna Small, still groggy from anesthesia, with her freshly extracted wisdom teeth arranged into a loose mound on her lolling, half-extended tongue. Naz is an erotic photographer best known for his books Legs and Fresh: Girls of Seduction, and Small is famous in some circles as perversion-friendly porn star and director Ashley Blue.

Todd Taylor. Todd Taylor loves to write about punk rock, but don’t box him in. Even though his globally distributed and admired music magazine Razorcake solidified its foundation with interviews and articles on roots punk, garage punk and pagan-core-crust punk, the L.A. music scene’s ubiquitous four-letter word is more than just the bedrock for multi-hyphenated subgenres. If it’s grassroots, DIY and below corporate media’s radar, Razorcake will cover it.

Stella. Will someone please buy this woman a silver watch already? Stella, the ever-serene host of KXLU’s Stray Pop, has been on the air for nearly 27 years, and in the world of L.A. radio, that’s far more than mere longevity. Stella’s taste-making three-hour thrill ride of punk rock — with pop, rarities, interviews and other weirdo stuff thrown in — is the place where rockers of every stripe still tune in each week as Friday night turns into Saturday morning, midnight to 3 a.m.

Jeffree Star. It’s 9 a.m. and I’ve rung the buzzer twice at Jeffree Star’s apartment in Valley Village. Did he forget I was coming, or is he fucking with me? I’m about to try his cell phone when the doorknob turns and the fuchsia-haired, rail-thin 21-year-old appears, rubbing the traces of last night’s mascara out of his eyes.

Julius Shulman. Julius Shulman, the great-grandfather of American architectural photography, has been at the top of his craft for so long that, when asked his earliest memory of photographing great architecture, he can’t decide: construction of the Los Angeles Union Passenger Terminal in the 1930s — or wait! — what about when they filled Boulder Dam with water?

Robert Scheer. “Let’s cut to the chase,” says Robert Scheer, “there is no real objectivity in journalism, and there shouldn’t be. If you pretend you’re a dragnet cop when you’re reporting, you know, just give me the facts, you show your stupidity, your mindlessness. I think the best thing that’s ever been said on the subject of objectivity was from the great Beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti who said, ‘Keep an open mind but not so open that your brains fall out.’”

Bob Say. Bob Say loves records. He is a collector and a connoisseur, a gentlemanly purveyor of vinyl discs and related objects, an enthusiast’s enthusiast. In a milieu full of cranks, snobs and cutthroats, Say is affable, open and unabashedly excited to share his passion. While others have burned out or moved on from the business of selling music, Say, who is 55, continues to live, breathe and champion records.

Henry Rollins. Henry Rollins supports the troops. Yeah, that’s right, the virulently anti-Iraq-war, anti-Bush-administration flame thrower has been quietly putting serious time in with the USO. Not the Bob Hope organization of yesteryear, but a modern-day nonprofit that takes its military morale-boosting duties seriously.

Article Index Here.


Pop surrealist, graffiti, tattoo, lowbrow, comic and underground artists Shag, Paul Frank, Tim Biskup, Frank Kozik, Marc Ecko, Amanda Visell, Tim Biskup, J. Otto Seibold, Gary Baseman, Joe Ledbetter, Urban Medium and Jeff Soto, among others, show their allegiance to the dark side by customizing Darth Vader helmets in landmark gallery exhibition called The Vader Project, to debut at Star Wars Celebration IV on May 24 to 28 at the Los Angeles Convention Center.

Some of the artists scheduled to participate include: Troy Alders,
Kii Arens,
Anthony Ausgan,
Aye Jay,
Gary Baseman,
Andrew Bell,
Tim Biskup,
Andrew Brandou,
Buff Monster,
Nathan Cabrera,
Mister Cartoon,
Robbie Conal ,
Steven Daily,
Cam de Leon,
Roman Dirge,
Bob Dob,
Marc Ecko,
Ron English ,
David Flores ,
Brian Flynn (Hybrid Design),
Paul Frank,
Huck Gee,
Fawn Gehweiler,
Mike Giant,
Joe Hahn,

Thomas Han ,
Derek Hess,
David Horvath,
Jim Koch,
Frank Kozik,
David S.Krys (DSK Designs),
Peter Kuper ,
Wade Lageose (Lageose Design),
Joe Ledbetter,
Simone Legno Tokidoki,
Mars 1,
Bill McMullen,
Brian Morris,
Niagara ,
Mitch O’Connell,
Estevan Oriol,
Alex Pardee,
The Pizz,
Plastic God,
Dave Pressler,
J. Otto Seibold,
Shag ,
Shawn Smith,
Winston Smith,
Jeff Soto,
Bwana Spoons,
Jophen Stein,
UrbanMedium ,
Michelle Valigura,
VanBeater and
Amanda Visell.
(Artist list may be subject to change).


From Iraqslogger via Editor and Publisher, a report that journalists will be banned from covering violent incidents by the Iraqi government. Among the reasons given by man with a long title Iraqi Interior Ministry Operations Director Brigadier General Abdul Karim Khalaf:

— To protect journalists from being victims in follow on attacks (insurgents often target first responders).

— “We do not want evidence disturbed before detectives arrive.”

— “The respect of human rights by not photographing dead bodies who fall by bombings and other incidents.”

— “The Ministry does not want to give terrorists information that they achieved their goals.”

With tongue in cheek regarding the first point, this must be the first government in modern times that’s interested in protecting journalists. Maybe the next step is to ban all journalists from working throughout Iraq “for their own safety.”

The last point is an interesting one. There is a war of information being fought, and terrorism needs publicity to fan its flames. And that’s why terrorist groups have taken to filming their own operations.

You can say that desperate times call for desperate measures, but these restrictions will have larger effects than the stated goals. Shutting down the freedom of information over there is either a really bad idea or an illustration of how bad things are in Iraq.


Editor and Publisher

A collection of galleries from Photo District News (or is it just PDN now?). Terrific photography, guaranteed to inspire. From PDN:

As PDN’s Photo Annual marks another year of extraordinary photography, we honor the contest winners who grace the following pages. From Lauren Greenfield’s heart-wrenching multimedia project, “Thin,” to Gary Schneider’s hauntlingly beautiful photo story about obesity, this year’s contest was a study in extremes. Whether it be a poignant social statement, such as Jan Grarup’s Newsweek documentation of the devastation in Darfur, or a perfectly nutty ad campaign like Lyndon Wade’s for Nestle Crunch, each image has its own identity, worthy of recognition.

Link – Here.

(Thanks to A Photo A Day for pointing this out to me.)
From American Photo, “a tribute to ten photographers who inspire us”:

Not one of the photographers featured on the following pages wanted to be called a hero. We sympathize: The word is immodest and certainly overused these days. Nonetheless, we can’t help but consider them heroic, and when you read their stories, we think you’ll understand why.

The photographers are:
Phil Borges, John Dugdale, Timothy Fadek, Stanley Greene, Chris Hondros, Yunghi Kim, Joseph Rodriguez, Fazal Sheikh, Brent Stirton, Hazel Thomspon

The photo above is from Stanley Greene. His book on Chechnya, Open Wound, sits on my bookshelf. It’s too powerful to go through in one sitting.

American Photo’s Heroes of Photography
A Photo A Day