March 31, 2004
March 30, 2004
March 29, 2004
When We Were All Young and Shit
Jane, Hart and John at Greenbriar State Park.
March 28, 2004
Spring Cleaning
I've been cleaning my room, and uncovering all kinds of stuff that I haven't seen in ages, including:
- a funny photo of my brother dancing in a clearing with Devil's Tower looming behind him
- a publicity photo of Tar
- the Working Holiday live CD, which you can't order anymore (Angular motherfucker! ANG! U! LAR!)
- Dianogah's Old Material, New Format
- an Oxes/Big'n split disc
- a huge stack of polaroids
- a bunch of 120 film for my Holga
- an exposed roll of Holga film (it's B&W 3200, I think it is from the Mission of Burma/Oxes show a year ago, I doubt any of the photos will turn out)
Update:
Also found:
- A coconut with my address on it that was mailed to me from Hawaii by a couple of friends. The Postal Service really will transport pretty much anything you can write an address on, I guess.
- Another trove of polaroids.
- A Cal Ripken edition baseball glove.
- A bunch of stuff I received in a 20 Things exchange.
- 50 feet of Cat 5 cable.
March 27, 2004
March 26, 2004
Hiding from the Rain
Adam, Nihar and Liz in the alley next to Ben's Chili Bowl.
March 25, 2004
Gather Round
Melissa, Jane, Hart and Steve.
I figure I'll double up tonight, since I didn't put anything up yesterday.
Coming Up on 28, I Believe
Steve, on his birthday, a few years ago.
The First 100
With the picture of Randy cleaning the gutters, I hit 100 posts on this site, which is a benchmark that I really thought I would never make. I’m easily distracted by shiny things, so I figured that a weblog for my photos wouldn’t hold my attention for too long, but it appears to have had the exact opposite effect. I’m actually feeling motivated to get out and shoot some and I’m brainstorming some ideas for some actual projects, rather than just posting pictures of my friends drinking. And now that I have this little statement out of the way, how about some more photos of friends imbibing alcoholic beverages?
March 23, 2004
Swing From the Gutters
Randy, up on the roof of our house a few weekends ago.
March 22, 2004
March 21, 2004
March 20, 2004
March 18, 2004
Stand, Don't Walk
Jon and Cole on the way into the Venetian.
March 16, 2004
March 15, 2004
March 14, 2004
March 13, 2004
At the Slots Pt. 2
Jon, struggling to hear over the din of the slot machines at the Bellagio.
March 12, 2004
The Snark Half
Stephen: Have you been writing e-mails to sports radio shows?
Drew: Not to my knowledge, why?
Stephen: Well, my coworker was listening to the Tony Kornheiser show, and Kornheiser read an e-mail from a reader named Andrew, who had majored in writing at Carnegie Mellon. The e-mail explained the difference between who and whom. I thought it had to be you.
Drew: Nope, not me. I avoid all unnecessary Kornheiser exposure. I can only stand Pardon the Interruption because Wilbon is on it. Kornheiser gives me hives. Extended exposure can lead to worse conditions, like herpes.
It appears that my evil twin, Skippy, is loose and writing e-mails to annoying sports columnists. I'm going to have to take the rest of the afternoon off to hunt down and kill my doppelganger.
March 11, 2004
At the Slots
Playing slot machines may well be the most boring activity in the world. I don't see how people can sit there for hours on end. In Eric's defense, he was just sitting down while we figured out what were going to do next.
March 10, 2004
March 09, 2004
March 08, 2004
Mullets, Nuts, Food and Cards
I'm back from Vegas. I took some photos, but I won't get my negatives back until later in the week, so you'll have to wait for pictures. In the meantime, here are a few quick bits about the weekend:
I. NASCAR
I knew something was different about Vegas the moment I got off my connecting flight from Phoenix. The moment I walked off the jetway, I came face to face with a family dressed in matching Budweiser racing jackets. There could be only one explanation: I had wandered into some kind of alternate universe where people gladly wear clothing that is adorned with the logos of as many corporations as possible, and not in a manner that implies something ironic and hipsterish.
II. It Works On So Many Levels
The in-flight movie on my return trip was Cheaper by the Dozen. I presume it was a cautionary tale about a couple who are unaware of birth control, but I could be wrong, since I didn't feel like paying 5 dollars to rent a pair of headphones so I could watch a movie that had crappiness written all over it. The only reason I wanted say something about this movie is that at one point, it fulfilled an unspoken and unknown wish of mine: to see Ashton Kutcher get bitten in the area of the groin repeatedly by an English bulldog. Sometime during the flight, I looked up from my copy of Jarhead just in time to see the family dog attempt to eat Kutcher's kibble and bits, and I have to say, that's entertainment.
III. On Gorging
During my prior trip to Las Vegas, I never ate at a buffet, which seems to be pretty central to the Vegas experience. This time however, one member of our group suggested going to the buffet at the Bellagio. It seemed a bit steep at 32 bucks a head, but I'm generally game for anything once.
Let me just say, the buffet was pretty fucking incredible. I imagine that most other buffets consist mostly of steaming trays of meatballs, pasta and limp vegetables. However, the offerings at the Bellagio were pretty diverse and surprisingly good, especially in the area of seafood, which is a usually a category of foodstuff that I believe should not be offered in all you can eat quantities. Despite my preconceptions about eating gross quantities of seafood, the mahi mahi, bass and salmon were excellent.
A lot of people seemed to really go for the Alaskan king crab legs, which they would carry away in huge tangled piles. I tried a few, but was unimpressed, as I have been every other time I've had king crab. I was raised in Maryland, and I believe that the primary purpose of a crab is as a delivery mechanism for Old Bay, and the flavorless king crab legs just don't do much for me.
IV. Poker
I played at The Mirage, which has a decent sized poker room, but they would only have one or two 1-5 stud tables going at a time, which was pretty annoying. The 3-6 hold 'em tables were the main game going, and were pretty fun, but still, a little more stud please. I shouldn't have to wait 45 minutes to get into a game.
The Flamingo, were I was staying, had a small group of poker tables. The tables looked like they had been crammed into small spare area of the casino floor, and definetly gave the impression that they were a half-assed afterthought.
March 04, 2004
Talk Amongst Yourselves
I'm ditching D.C. for the weekend and heading out to Las Vegas for a few days of poker and carousing with some friends. So unless you'll be joining me in one of the Strip's poker rooms, I'll see you when I drag my dried husk of a body back to the East Coast on Sunday night.
March 03, 2004
On the Rocks Pt. II
I'm looking forward to when the sun starts to set late enough that I can do some climbing after work.
March 02, 2004
On the Rocks
Hart, practicing placing protection at Carderock.
March 01, 2004
I Hate It When You Blink
Stephen, taking a break from shoveling.