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chair from: Lumber Jocks

Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Monday, May 09, 2011
in new york city this week
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Thursday, May 05, 2011
lost soles
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Monday, May 02, 2011
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
And So It Goes
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
transiowa version 7
Monday, April 25, 2011
Back Again
Beastie Boys have been dropping all kinds of fun nuggets leading up to their new release, Hot Sauce Committee Part Two, but today is the best gift of them all. In their always rad fashion they have chosen to stream the entire new album for all to enjoy, more than a week before it's drop date. I just folded my laundry while listening and so far this is the best Monday ever :) So here you go - Thanks Adam, Adam, and Mike!
Hot Sauce Committee Part Two by Beastie Boys
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Geoff McFetridge's 42 pieces turned into 24 shoes for MOCA.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
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Edward Burtynsky shoots Spain From Above.
Friday, April 08, 2011
mike and mary
I met Mike and Mary down in Chile earlier this year. First class folks. damn fast, too!
Not sure who did the filming here, but it makes me want to take a nice rolling ride along the ocean with my lady...who wouldn't?
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Monday, April 04, 2011
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Vimeo's iphone App looks awesome, lets you edit video. Via: Chris Glass.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
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18 Tiger Portraits. Via: Olson Stuff.
Monday, March 21, 2011
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Monday, March 14, 2011
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
10 speeding is cool, man!
New paved magazine is here. I'm really proud of my work in this magazine. I shot a story about the Basque country, and cyclocross. I've also got some images in the gallery section called "proof."
Take a look:
paved Magazine: Issue 2 from (((vernor))) on Vimeo.

Tooting my horn, sorry, but I am psyched on the way these guys are running this mag.
Monday, March 07, 2011
Weekly Link Round-Up
Smithsonian Wild collects camera trap photos from all over the world.
NPR has a first listen with the new Dodos album.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Short Doc Day
Sometimes simplicity of format can reveal the essence of being human. The following three short-form documentaries (all parts of individual series of their own) seem to be derived from or influenced by one another. They all stick to a simple structure of selecting people and displaying them in front of a lens while applying basic conditions. The effect is human honesty in some of it's purest and most touching forms.
"People in Order: Age"
By Lenka Clayton and James Price
Run Time 03:06
"Fifty People One Question: Brooklyn"
By Kenneth Chu, Benjamin Reece, Nathan Heleine, and Tung Bach Ly
Run Time 05:48
"Gadajace Glowy: Part 1"
Directed by Krzysztof Kieslowski
Run Time 4:42
(NOTE: Brent Meier of The Meier Family found this film and told me about it. Brent is rare in the fact that he is both a rational man and a wildly creative individual. He is also one of my best friends and I miss him.)
Full, Empty, And Otherwise
Sitting in our living room. Miles is sick. Cian's watching Indiana Jones. Cheryl's doing school work. Hubble's trying to pet himself by nudging my feet with his head. The place is a total mess and it's all great.
I was out in SoCali for about a week and there was a ton going on—appointments, meetings, driving, we had a secret party for the YBAm, I got to witness some Bones Brigade doc interviews, scoped out a bunch of good examples and bad examples for phase two of the Donuthill, made business + pleasure visits to Skate One and Stacks, plus all the daily attention that my actual job needs from the road. I was still pretty crippled from my knee injury, too ... still am, actually. There were times when it seemed like more than a lot, but it was warm, it was sunny, there are a couple good coffee places right by Pat's house, and each and every single day was full with hand shakes, hugs, and high fives from family and good friends. Can't really ask for anything better.
And I'm back.
I wouldn't ever consider myself an optimist, but there sure is a lot of stuff out there that I enjoy. I like getting out of town, for example, but I also like coming home. I love goofing around but I also love my job. I'm lucky most of the time and I know that can't happen without being unlucky sometimes, too. The glass is rarely half full or half empty. Most of the time it alternates between spilling over the top and being completely bone dry. It's maddening, it's exhilarating, and it's just part of the game.
Good game, though. Right? Autographed blanks.
Skate One's Michael Furukawa.
Staged destruction.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Weekly Link Round-Up
Relax Shacks has a new website and a new book.
Missouri School of Journalism's annual Pictures of the Year International awards. Via: Coudal.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
short doc day
"Peter & Ben"
Directed by Pinny Grylls
Run Time: 10:12
Here's what happened; Peter decided to go it alone and live an idyllic life in the hills, living off the land that called to him and such. One day he met Ben, a sheep who had abandoned his herd to go it alone in the hills. Peter and Ben became best friends, but soon it was time for Peter to be a rational human and send Ben back to the herd. Then I got a lump in my throat and my eyes kinda got all watery. Shortly after that I smiled really, really big and my day was made better by viewing this 10 minute speck of simplistic storytelling perfection.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Dog Town
I’m in the air right now, but I’ll be on the ground in Los Angeles in an hour or two. Had a snowy ride to the airport this morning—hopefully one of the last snowy mornings we’ll experience in a while. I’ve actually dug (ha!) shoveling the last two days, but I’m ready for winter to stop. It’s a stupid season, especially in Nebraska, and the less winter we have, the less stupid the rest of the year will be.
Hubble came outside to help me dig out by trying to eat each shovelful I threw into the yard. And with his help I managed to get the driveway and sidewalks cleared for the second time in as many days. He gives me the same kinda help when I turn on the garden hose except that’s more of a drinking thing than an eating thing.
Best. Dog. Ever.
I was looking at some old photos yesterday, and saw little one-minute video from about three years ago. It must have been one of the first few days we had Hubble … right after I’d gone and gotten him from a farm northwest of town. In the video he’s super tiny, maybe just a little over two handfuls of fur and teeth, but he looks so much like he does today—same little dog face, dog nose, dog ears. It’s awesome.
He’s out in the backyard and the grass is still all mushy brown and sleepy looking. It’s probably like the first week of April, ’cause he was a surprise birthday puppy for Miles’ ninth. Co-staring in the video is our then sixteen-year-old lab-collie mix, Carl.
Other. Best. Dog. Ever.
Carl (rest in peace, buddy) was pretty slow and pretty rusty by then. She’d lost almost all her hearing, had doggie cataracts, and by then had had two of these episodes that the vet called “stroke-like symptom syndrome" and it made her hold her head crooked and veer to the left when she walked. She wasn’t very good at stairs anymore, either, and to get up or down the two steps out our back door she’d have to get up to a trot, ride out her momentum, and hope that she could keep her balance. It was pretty sketchy
When we brought Hubble home, though, it was like Carl was suddenly five years younger (that’s 35 years younger to you and me). She seemed to stand straighter, she was stronger, and as much as you can read a dog’s mood, she was so stoked. Super happy to have a puppy buddy, or puppy sibling, a newly adopted puppy son, or however she read the scene. And you can see it in the video. Carl is kind of hopping around on arthritic paws as Hubble literally runs circles around her, alternating between jumping up and punching her in the face with his puppy paws and bighting onto her ear hair and hanging on as long as possible before Carl whips her neck one way or the other and knocks hubble a few feet away onto his back. They used to do that for ever and ever—for what seemed like hours—and even with all his newborn energy, I remember that Hubble was usually the one who would poop out first and just kind of plop down right there in the muddy yard—Carl standing tall next to him, watching over him, the proud old matriarch.
Good dogs are unexplainably amazing, and because almost everyone has either lived with a good dog or broed down hard with someone else’s good dog, it requires no long-winded explanation. It’s sweet and that’s really all there is.
I miss Carl a lot. Still have her ashes. Haven’t figured out what to do with them yet. Maybe I don’t want to let them … I mean let her go. I know we have Hubble now, and know he got to spend some long dog days getting shown the ropes by one of the best, but maybe it’s time.
Once the snow melts, I’ll have Hubble help me find a soft sleepy spot out in the backyard, we’ll dig a hole, and we’ll let Carl ride out her ashy momentum right there where she goofed around and did some of her best work. It’ll be a good way to mark a spring and the end these snowy days.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Twice As Nice

Just home from the second hourish spin in as many days. Keeping it slow, keeping it mellow, and it really feels good to do something rather than nothing. My knee isn't super happy, but it's not super happy off the bike, either. It doesn't like walking up or down stairs, it doesn't like bending super fast or extending super fast. It doesn't like getting bumped. And it doesn't like Mariah Carey or Celine Dion. Can't say I blame it.
I've got ice on the thing now and it's fine and dandy.
Three weeks from skating, I'd guess, and that makes me a little insane, but I'm trying to keep it together. Still have tons to do before the weekend and we're a little past deadline at The Mag. Found out yesterday that my sister Annie will be in Cali the same time as me with nothing to do but fart around. My niece, Adeline, my brother Pat, and his lovely lady Jane all live in Venice, too, so I'm looking forward to some quality time wasting. Couldn't ask for a better crew of time wasters, either. Complete professionals.
I built a couple of those homemade "gel" packs for my knee-icing duties and they're totally killing it right now. Only had one at first and it wouldn't refreeze fast enough for a second or third icing in one day, so I got backup going and the rotation of the two is working perfectly. Thanks, ice bags.
The recipe is a simple one:
Three cups of water
One cup of rubbing alcohol
Two zip lock bags
Pour the stuff into one bag, get the excess air out, and seal the baggy.
Put that baggie inside a second one, get the excess air out, and seal it too.
Put the whole thing in the freezer over night and there you have it. It makes a kind of soft ice pack that forms around any sore spot regardless of its angle or shape. Works as well as any $25 gel pack from the health supply store and it's only 10% of the cost.
Okay, this thing's getting cold as hell. Gotta go.


















