RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET JUPiTER

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

Until they can do this, all of Philly’s graffiti, murals, stickers, posters and robot man tiles are shit. As a side note, Toynbee tiles are still cool. Via Geekadelphia.

Occasionally, my place of employment attracts minor celebrities and future Kings of England. Last week, it was minor celebrities. Apparently Jane Seymour, (better known as Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman) is a big fan of public art. Who knew?

Here’s a quick, crappy shot I took with the incredibly annoying Canon XT that we have in the office.

Far more excitingly, here’s a photo (taken by Paul Loftland) of Mayor Nutter with Baltimore City State Senator Clay Davis. Both were at our annual fundraiser. While Wikipedia calls Senator Davis a “fictional character” and refers to him as actor “Isiah Whitlock, Jr.” fans of The Wire and citizens of any corrupt American City beg to differ. I mean, there he is with the Mayor. And Nutter is real, right? Think of Senator Davis as the Vince Fumo of West Baltimore.

In September 2006, while wandering aimlessly around the streets of Montreal, I accidentally found the 2005 World Press Photo Exhibition. Five Canadian Dollars got me in the door. The rest was a horribly depressing orgy of brutal, beautiful photography.

While getting out and seeing hundreds of 24×36 gallery prints is great, the 2007/2008 photo + photographer interview feature on this year’s website is pretty damn cool.

Also, as a word of advice to all you people out there with a flash site. This is how you do it. Simple, clean and to the point. Why make it a flash site at all? Be sure to click the little magnifying glass in the lower right.

Check out Tim Hetherington’s soft, blurry, outstanding winning photo and fan favorite, Platon’s portrait of Vladimir Putin. I’d link directly to them… but it’s a flash site. LINK

Look, listen, learn.

When you go camping in Acadia and you live in Philadelphia, here’s what you do:

You get in your car in early evening and you drive. You hit North Jersey at the end of rush hour. By the time you leave Connecticut, it’s night. Massachusetts and New Hampshire fly by in a haze of rest stop Starbucks. When you get to Maine between midnight and 1AM, you still have 4 hours of driving to go.

I rarely talk about music here, but I became a Radiohead fan in those 4 hours. I’d put Amnesiac on the pre-Ipod CD changer thing. It came on around 3AM. I was on a small highway in rural Maine. My girlfriend was asleep. I was alone on the road. It was the perfect setting for an alien abduction. It wasn’t my favorite album and it still isn’t, but for that hour it was just about the greatest thing in all of creation.

And then you reach your destination.

You’ll approach Seawall campground just before dawn. Before you get in line for an early morning campsite, pull over just past King’s camp store and walk out onto the rocky beach. Smell the air. Listen to the waves. Watch the stars fade as the sun rises over the ocean.

This time of year I start to crave Maine. I just talked to an old friend up in Portland and she kept bugging me about when I was going to come up for a visit. Sometimes I wonder why I don’t live there and vacation here.

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Yes I’m really saying that I judge my own shots from the pre-”debate” rally at the same standard as the New York Times. Actually Times photographer Béatrice de Géa has a slightly nicer Canon camera and a much wider lens… but in my own defense, I was told by a cop to get back on the curb before I could get the wider shot myself.

Here’s mine:

And here’s hers:

And acting as judge and editor, I like just like my Obama shot better than theirs. Mine:

Times:

And since this is my site, here are a few more of mine:

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On Sunday night I went to and photographed a trifecta of performances at Tritone. The night included a set by the broken-jawed Justin Duerr, a trash bag fashion show put together by Jamie Campbell and her 10 beautiful models and a headlining set by Seizure 17.

It was a great night of performances that produced some excellent photos. Except for the fashion show, I shot without a flash. In a dimly lit room, with underexposed shots, it’s hard to capture much color information outside of red and black. For example, here’s a shot from this morning’s New York Times, taken by Damon Winter at last night’s infuriatingly pointless, soul-crushing talk-radio level “debate.”

Ed Rendell is a red faced man, but in that shot he looks like Satan. And Chelsea should really get that jaundice taken care of. There isn’t a white balance adjustment in the world that could find the right color information in that shot. The information just isn’t there.

My strategy for Justin’s set was to convert to a sepia kind of tone through color manipulation and desaturation. I also did some b&w conversions and some other creative tinkering. All in all, I really like these shots. Fashion show and more are coming soon:

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An Anhinga in the process of eating a fish. This is a shot from a series of amazing photos, but for me the eyes make this shot the clear winner.

Hello loyal readership. On the off chance that you read this site and you don’t know me personally, I’ve been gone because it’s been my birthday. As an unrepentant narcissist, I chose to celebrate the occasion of my birth by taking a few days off from all things normally scheduled.

But anyway, the word art, or artist is discussed way, way too much. The discussion is incredibly dull and about as pointless as anything I can think of. Art is art, and life is art and nothing is art and everything is. If I had my way, the word would be deleted from the language and people could stop talking about it and getting on with experiencing and creating it.

With all that said there are a few people who – for lack of a better term – I’d call artists. Justin Duerr is one of them. Justin was recently assaulted randomly on the street and injured pretty badly. Everything about it is sad. Here’s his first creative response. (copied and pasted from a myspace bulletin) If you don’t understand some of the terms in the description, by all means, google them.

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Just the first in what I’m sure will be an avalanche of little creative projects born of being at home/resting up for a few days.

This is a video for my solo project, currently incarnate as THE AURIC DOVES OF AVALON.

This video features a cellular automata program written by my father.

Basically it’s that, and shot of a bunch of my large posters collected together, plus a few incidental pieces.

It’s a ceremonial video to help activate healing, peace on the streets, and positive life-force.

The music features samples from EVP records, shortwave, bass, and harmonium.

Filmed at home, and my first real attempt at “editing” video….. enjoy!

JUSTIN DUERR & THE AURIC DOVES OF AVALON - “ONE WHO IS NOT DEAD” :

ONE WHO IS NOT DEAD.

When I was just a wee child, City Hall was the tallest building in Philadelphia. Being a kid, I judged it to be about as tall as the Empire State Building. I was also under the flawed understanding that the Society Hill Towers were generally the same size as the World Trade Center. As I got older, I realized that my sense of space and proportion had been a little bit off.

But anyway, during the 20th century, while downtown centers bloomed and economies exploded in places like New York and Chicago, Philadelphia reacted a little differently. Instead of embracing urban growth, the city treated it like some kind of danger, stifling it before it could sink the dangerous teeth of success and prosperity into the hearts of ordinary Philadelphians.

And so for more than 8 decades developers agreed not to build anything taller than William Penn’s hat. With limited downtown real estate, the only place you can build is up. In Philadelphia you couldn’t do that. For decades, the city’s downtown sat around like a stagnant larvae infested puddle.

That’s why yesterday’s HUGE announcement of the American Commerce Center is so un-fucking-believable. While Philadelphia broke the City Hall gentleman’s agreement in the mid-80’s, we still shy away from thinking and acting really, really big.

But ACC is really, god damn big. Take the newly completed Comcast Center and put City Hall on top of it. Give or take a foot or 2… it’s that big. As a matter of perspective it’s taller than the Empire State Building, it’s taller than the WTC (RIP) it’s taller than the Sears Tower. If it appeared today, it would be the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere. By the time of its hypothetical completion, it will be the 3rd tallest.

What does this mean? Actually it means quite a bit. One 1500’ tower would do a lot to change how people view the city. Perception brings money. So do 1500’ towers. The building would become an icon. People would want to locate to it, work in it, spend money in it, live near it. It’s more an investment than a skyscraper.

And recession, depression or whatever, it actually might happen. As the Philadelphia Business Journal noted today:

Walnut Street Capital, a Philadelphia development company, and a pension fund from Washington state are allying to develop the project. The pension fund, which has $6.18 billion in assets, is financing the project, Miller said. This enables the project to skirt around the current credit crunch that is starting to put a damper on commercial projects.

Finally I can’t end this without mentioning that this story broke on phillyskyline.com. Brad Maule scooped absolutely everyone in getting word out on this yesterday. If and when this building does get built, you heard it from him first. Although a few blocks to the northwest of its proposed location here’s an approximate view of the new tower from Brad’s house:

Thanks to Drew Mathes at the skyscraper page forum for the rendering and Brad for the original photo.

Imagine a skyline of farms:

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To learn more about this and other urban farm solutions, go here, or to CCP next Monday (Screw the drunken mobs) at 6:30 to hear a lecture by Columbia University’s Dr. Dickson Despommier. Personally I’d like to know if a farmscraper makes economic sense. If so, my suggested location is 2nd and Girard.

There are many ways I can judge Vetri. Half a month’s rent is one. Gas costs for a 7,000 mile drive in a Prius is another. (mainly highway) But these things are unimportant. Vetri has been called one of the best Italian restaurants in North America by publications like Bon Appetit and Gourmet Magazine and by chefs like Mario Batali. Even if I can only justify a trip every 4 or 5 years, it’s worth every penny.

I go with just one rule. When you go, you’ve got to go all the way. Failing this rule will leave you with a good, but incomplete experience. Going all the way means the 5 (or if you live by Batali’s motto “excess is just barely enough” the 7) course tasting menu paired with wines chosen by the restaurant. No restrictions either. If they want to feed you foie gras stuffed sweetbreads wrapped in a pork kidney and served over braised baby goat, then let them.

Last Thursday I went with my girlfriend. (we split the bill) Here’s my assessment:

As we walked in the door, the restaurant already had a big strike against it. I’d hyped the dinner up so thoroughly and for so long, that it would be nearly impossible for it to live up to my lofty praises.

Then came a huge miss. Whether it was due to a pacing problem in the kitchen or because of a room full of unusually slow diners, Vetri was backed up. We arrived within 5 minutes of our reservation, but our table was just getting desert. Co-owner Jeff Benjamin looked angry. He paced around for a while before disappearing into a vestibule door. We didn’t see him for the rest of the night. As we waited, more parties arrived only to find their tables still occupied.

More than half an hour later, we sat down. Seconds after that came a platter of complimentary cured meats. With one taste, my annoyance melted away like the lardo on my tongue. In all, there were 2 pieces each of 9 or so varieties of pancetta, prosciutto, sausage and various other things I’d never seen or tasted before. Like most everything at Vetri, all was produced on site.

Amazingly, the deficit dug by the hype and the wait were nearly obliterated with just a few small pieces of pork. Then came the official 5 course tasting menu… + an extra pasta dish, + an extra entrée, + a desert course, + a second desert plate… In the end, we could hardly walk home, but:

It all started light. Light wine, light dish. As the courses kept coming, the food and wine grew heavier and more complex. The pairings were perfect and the momentum of the menu carried it along brilliantly. As our 5 course-tasting menu was expanded to 7-8 courses and 6 glasses of wine, early problems worked to our advantage.

Here’s a basic run-down:

1. Cured Meats paired with local, roasted vegetables. Discussed above. (beautiful)

2. Crudo del giorno: Antipasti plate of raw fish (forget what kind) microgreens, sweet onion, blood orange. (excellent)

3. Seared Nantucket bay scallops over a celery root salad. (brilliant)

4. Split appetizer course:

- For her: Brown onion crepe, white truffle inside. (****!)

- For me: Cauliflower flan, egg yolk and black truffle inside, topped with crispy pancetta. (****!)

5. Split pasta course:

- For her: Spinach gnocchi, one of Vetri’s signature dishes.

- For me: I have no idea what type of pasta I ate, but it was the best pasta I’ve ever had. Words fail to describe.

- A plate of beet ravioli to share.
(all pasta was transcendental)

6. And then the entrée. Here’s what the New York Times said about the guinea hen late last year:

I couldn’t work my way through as much of the menu as I do when I review a New York restaurant and visit more frequently. But most of what I ate was wonderful, suggesting to me that Vetri ranks with the very best Italian restaurants in New York… And of that guinea hen, so incredibly tender, and stuffed with not only prosciutto but also foie gras and a mixture including ground thigh meat, innards, nutmeg and pistachio.

- We both got the guinea hen, but a small third plate of rabbit and snail spiedino with parsnip brown butter crema was put in the middle of the table for us to share.

7. And then after the grapefruit sorbetto was desert.

- For her: Chocolate soufflé with some kind of gelato… I think.

- For me: Walnut Tart with olive oil gelato. (Amazing)

- After desert, they brought us a tray of bite size sweets.

With each course, wine was paired perfectly. All was Italian and I don’t remember enough about each one to try to talk about them here.

At the end of the night came the bill. Few places are so completely worth it.

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* one other thing that I’d like to say. When we sat down, the couple next to us was Italian. So was the family sitting next to them. When the couple next to us left another Italian woman sat down with her boyfriend. When I say Italian, I mean that one or all of the people at the table spoke Italian. In an Italian restaurant, I take that as a good sign.

** one other thing. The dining room is comfortable and intimate. As long as the place isn’t overtly unpleasant I don’t care much about the whole ambiance dimension. Vetri isn’t a Stephen Starr restaurant and all I can say is thank god for that.

I’m a big fan of them. For example, did you know that Michael Nutter keeps his public schedule on one, or that Beer Week has one of its own? Getting drunk and stalking the mayor has never been so easy.

Today’s post comes via Geekadelphia. Since the post there isn’t anything I can improve on, I’ll just steal the text directly. The only thing I have to add is that this is possibly the funniest thing I’ve ever seen:

Whoever is behind Garfield Minus Garfield… I applaud you and your brilliant mind. By taking Garfield out of the Garfield comic strips, this blogger manages to create a new, even better comic, that shows off the true nature of Jon Arbuckle. A mad, lonely, and schizophrenic man living in suburban America. It’s what I picture people living on the Main Line to be like.

Enjoy, and laugh at Jon’s expense.

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This post thanks to the good people at Awful Plastic Surgery dot com.

Today I offer video. Not just any video. Below are 2 Local News broadcasts featuring the Toynbee tiles and the Resurrect Dead documentary team. Also included is a Chicago story and a link to an NPR segment featuring tile nut and documentary co-collaborator, Justin Duerr. NPR’s Morning Edition ran the tile story nationally on a Sunday morning in September of 2006. After it aired I got emails from Maine to California. Although David Mamet makes some shit up in his NPR interview, it’s the best media treatment yet given to the tiles. I recommend a listen.

Philly:

Extra unaired footage from Philly:



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* This broadcast led to the destruction of the Chicago tiles.

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[article] with audio link at the top of the page.

Last week I got all caught up in the History Channel’s Life After People special. The show explained the fate of human civilization in the event of our sudden extinction.

If you’re a fan of humans, the outlook was bleak. Within 100 years nearly every car on the planet will have disintegrated and most roads will have already disappeared. In a few centuries all digital information will have been corrupted, bridges collapsed and skyscrapers fallen. It turns out that steel frame skyscrapers, left without constant maintenance and upkeep are pretty shoddy structures. Within a thousand years Manhattan will look much as it did 1000 years ago. So it goes.

The only buildings that have endured and will continue to do so are those ancient structures that have already proven themselves. The pyramids of South America and North Africa and a few scattered stone structures around the world will be around for a while longer.

Which all led me to the astounding conclusion….

What’s the largest and tallest load bearing, habitable stone structure on the planet? What building has no steel frame and won’t suffer the same fate as every feeble steel frame skyscraper? What building took so long to put together that no engineer in their right mind would ever attempt to build something like it ever again? The answer:

Philadelphia City Hall may well be one of the – it not the – last skyscraper. When LA is underwater, New York is a forest, DC a swamp, Las Vegas buried in sand and the rest of Philadelphia left to trees, meadow, rivers and streams, City Hall (may) endure.

Through the great forest of the Delaware Valley, one giant phallus will continue to rise proudly above the poplars and spruce. To a visiting alien civilization, City Hall may be one of the only pieces of evidence that any marginally intelligent species once lived on the land mass once known as North America. Of all the records that City Hall boasts, I think this may be its most impressive.

But who the hell am I to make these pronouncements? To test my theory I ran it by University of Arizona professor Alan Weisman. In 2007 Weisman published The World Without Us, the book that inspired Life After People.

Of the City Hall question Weisman inconclusively stated: “I think it has a good chance of being what you’re hoping it is, but without researching it, I couldn’t and wouldn’t say.” More concrete… or actually more solid mineral conclusions need to be based on answers to the following questions:

1. What’s the situation with the building’s foundation especially when it comes to running water and the alluvial flows of the Schuylkill and Delaware Rivers? I also wonder what the nexus of underground tunnels beneath the building’s foundation might do if left to collect groundwater for a few hundred years.

2. What type of limestone was used to build city hall, soft sedimentary or metamorphic granite?

3. What type of mortar was used in its construction and how well has it been maintained? (uh oh)

My completely uninformed and uneducated opinion is that the flood risk posed by the rivers is negligible. Sitting in the geographic center of Philadelphia’s downtown, City Hall is as far from each of the rivers as it can possibly be. The conglomeration of underground subway, trolley and light rail lines sitting directly or almost directly under the building is a much bigger concern.

The city isn’t prone to earthquakes or other Armageddon causing natural disasters, but an ice age would bulldoze over us without a hiccup. The last ice age stopped at Bucks County, but the next one makes no promises.

Overall I’m hopeful that City Hall will live on for hundreds and possibly even thousands of years.

The only prediction Weisman (aka the actual expert) was willing to make was to the endurance of William Penn. While something like an ice age might eventually carry him south to DC, he’d probably end up surviving the trip.

Imagine some tribe of super-smart apes or birds or stumbling across a towering statue William Penn all Planet of the Apes style. Until then…

I recently saw a rough cut of the first 15-20 minutes of Resurrect Dead: the mystery of the Toynbee tiles. The movie is real and it’s in production. I loved it, but I’m biased.

But believe it or not, the tiles aren’t the purpose of this post. I was asked to watch the movie, think about what I saw and offer my suggestions. One tiny detail bothered me. While I’m guessing that only 1 out of 10 people would notice it and maybe 1 out of 50 would be bothered by it, I’m also guessing that with a weird, slightly obsessive tile-fan audience those numbers might increase dramatically.

What was this troublesome detail? Imagine this sequence:

It’s 1996 and a young tile fan goes to the library. He’s never used the internet, but has heard rumors that everything is on it. The first thing he does is open up google and type in: “Toynbee idea in Kubrick’s 2001…”

Catch that? Google? No one was using google in 1996. Altavista, lycos, yahoo even, but no google. Believe it or not, the popular search engine wasn’t even around until late 1998.

But that’s not the end of the problem. Lycos looks nothing like it did 12 years ago. Neither does altavista or any of the other search engines. These days they’re all tricked out with crazy graphics and fancy interactivity. By comparison, look at this screen shot of 1998 google. What did they use Photoshop 5 to add a drop shadow to their logo. Were there graphic designers in 1998?

But anyway, where in do you get a 12-year-old page from altavista.com? Answer, the same place I got that 1998 google, or:

The internet archive wayback machine.

The site holds more than 85 billion archived pages. What was on the front page of philly.com on October 5, 1999? No new trial for Mumia and wawa is on strike.

Great resource.

I won’t bother trying to credit everyone involved, because I’d leave someone out and it would somehow get back to me and I’d get yelled at for leaving someone out, but basically:

Three years ago a bunch of artists, an ethnographer, some organizing forces and a lot of money went into Nicetown, Kensington, El Norte de Filadelfia and Strawberry Mansion. Three years later, they’ve left behind a bunch of murals and collected a lot of stories.

Those stories were put together with accompanying portrait photography by my old colleague from UPenn, Sabina Pierce. All of that was and into a book which was released today.

For me, the most exciting thing about all of this is my own mural photography, which is scattered throughout the pages of the book. From a piece of the cover and 2-page spreads, to the tiny bits that help build the visual narrative, my photos are there, with credit. While my work for the book was more utility than creative, it’s still neat to see it in there.

At only $15, the book is a steal. Order here.

Long ago I made a choice. It was 1991 and I was in the 7th grade at J.R. Masterman middle school in center city Philadelphia. My parents had just purchased a state of the art home computer from Microcenter in Saint Davids PA. They put that computer in my room. It was a 486SX, 25MHZ powerhouse with a respectable 100 megabyte hard drive and a blazing 2400 bps modem. Within a year I got in trouble for linking up to some pre-internet ‘site’ in California while I downloaded an animated thing of a woman lying on a bearskin rug, touching herself provocatively. It was a 6 or 7 frame, low resolution image file and it took about 6 hours of long distance connectivity to transfer.

Before me were 2 paths. All of my friends were already losers, but some of them were also geeks. Some were even programmers. Most read sci-fi. Some collected trains. Occasionally the best of us kissed a girl. Through the 5th grade I was a blossoming nerd, but when I entered the age of self-consciousness, the whole appeal of the lifestyle started to wear away.

I could have continued on the nerd path. If I had, I would likely own a swanky ass condo and earn at minimum, 3x what I do now. Instead I grew out my hair. I really, really wanted to kiss a girl. It worked and by age 16 I was cool.

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>>> Here’s a really good side story that shows you what I was up against:

It was the sock hop in 7th grade. It was my first dance and I was scared as shit. Once I got to the gym: shoes off, socks out and saw that all the boys were on the north side of the gym, with all the girls clustered on the south, I started to feel better. I stood alone with the rest of the boys; even the cool ones.

But way over on the west end were 2 of Masterman’s biggest nerds. I don’t know what triggered it, but one of them, feeling the ostracization of total isolation just lost it. He attacked the other nerd in an uncontrolled flailing rage. The other nerd tried to stay above it all and pretended to keep reading through the beating. A punch knocked his glasses off and the illusion that he was actually reading was shattered.

The rest of us lost it. Those nerds exorcised the tension that the rest of us were feeling. There weren’t may fights at Masterman and these were 2 of the most unlikely combatants. It was the pressure. We were all under it, but they were at the bottom. It was just too much.

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But anyway, over the next 6 years I fell farther and farther from my nerd roots. By senior year in high school I cut my hair short, started hanging out in the M.G. room and even made honor roll again, but the damage had already been done. Habits forged and tastes acquired put me on my path.

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Through it all, I remain a demi-geek. While I never took that new computer and became a programmer, I did become a competent novice. I learned the basics of web design. I can write html and css and work with existing php. Mostly I can manipulate shit that already exists. This site is nothing more than a series of modified templates and reworked hacks and plugins. I browse the code in dreamweaver and eventually make it do what I want it to. I can’t write it from scratch.

I still watch Star Trek (original, TNG, DS9) and read science fiction. I studied the original Mr. Bungle in college. My eyes don’t glaze over for a whole 10 minutes when someone expounds on the virtues of the VI text editor. I can talk some of the talk, but I can’t walk the walk. I sort of follow along and pick things up on the way.

But all this is way more about myself than I meant to get into. What this post is really about is the launch of:

GEEKADELPHIA.COM


What is it? It’s the Philadelphia areas newest and only site devoted to and written for an audience of geeks. I’ve been asked to write for this site and if I can find any time between my job(s) and if I can tug at my roots enough to create worthy content for it, I just might. Either way, check it out. It’s new, it’s here so read it. If you’ve read this far, I know you want to.

That’s all for now.

Earlier this month, I discovered that the photo I took for this season’s PCVB cover didn’t actually end up on the cover. I never found out why, but it didn’t. Since it was a photo of a painting, I wasn’t all that devastated.

As a consolation, a much cooler photo ended up on the cover of a much cooler publication. Now while it’s no free pamphlet put out by the visitors and convention bureau, it is some matter of pride that my shots of the band Seizure 17 are featured on the cover and throughout the pages of this months free music pamphlet, the Local Music Compendium. That’s 2 low budget DIY local music ‘magazines’ that have featured my band shots. Sweet. It’s also possible that these same shots will be featured on a popular television show about a month from now… but more on that later.

If this impresses you little, I should have photos in the Philadelphia Business Journal sometime this week. Still not impressed? Later this month, I’ll have photo credit in a coffee table book of… photography. While my contributions are extremely ancillary, it’s still pretty neat.

While I’m publicly padding my online resume here, I’d also like to set the record straight on something. Earlier this year, my place of employment was featured in Time Magazine. Time.com also ran an online slideshow of the things that my place of employment produces. (I don’t want to be too specific, because when I name my place of employment or certain people who work there, it sets off everyone’s google alerts and I have to hear about my website from all my colleagues)

But anyway, image number 17 on Time’s website is mine. It’s credited to someone else. I don’t care that much, because the photo was taken in poor conditions for archival purposes. If I knew it was going to end up where it did, I would have paid closer attention to the whole process of making it. How do these things work? Can I put Time.com on my resume? It is my photo.

If none of these things impress you, then screw you. My photo career is out of its infancy and bobbling around on 2 feet for the first time. It’s past the point of being able to support itself and is beginning to help itself grow on its own. For now, I have to get to work post processing some… photos.