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bush_ducttape (12k image)What a whirlwind of things has happened this weekend. Many things good!

Friday was Valentine’s Day and me and Emily didnt really do much, it’s a pretty silly event. After work we went to the bank to get our bank account for our photography group. It took much longer than expected. But we did it and after that we headed over to Penn Camera to get a little hot shoe for Emily’s camera so that we could use the strobe system as a backup on her camera body. We also got to talk to a few guys ther about lighting and what not, and drooled over the Hasselblad. It was chill like it always is at the Penn Camera. Then we had a nice dinner at my parents house and that was that.

Saturday was pretty damn busy. We got up and basically ran around until everything was set for our gig that night. We had to print out some more forms for the people who wanted their picture taken. We had to come back to my house to pick up the film we both forgot and we needed to pick up some more gear at Emily’s house. Then we stopped by my sister’s place to get her digital camera to take some test shots.

We got to the hotel (the Hilton in McLean, VA) and checked in. The radio station that hired us was gracious enough to hook us up with a room for after the gig to crash at. We got to our room and unpacked our shit and just layed around for a bit. Then we set up our gear in the ballroom. It didnt take all that long, we just had to contemplate how to position the strobes and what reflectors/diffusers to use. The gig went incredibly smoothly. We took about 100 portraits. We took back a few dollars. And then some. And everyone is happy. Considering the amount of work we still have left for this gig, the money is well worth it and it was a good learning experience, if anything. It’s just so weird having that much cash in your pocket. A very uncomfortable feeling. After the shoot, we decided to find a place to eat. Katie, Jeremiah, Emily and myself looked for a table, but there was none, so we asked the waiter for table or a suggestion on where to sit, and they just said “give us 2 minutes”. Within 30 seconds there was a table rolling out with like 10 people setting it up. Dinner rocked and then we rolled out some more portraits and then we hit the bar.

And of course we had the one weirdo calling us a few times the day after the event to make sure we had her correct address. Of course we got it right. Anyways.

So the fun began as soon as the storm came. The person who hired us at the radio station said he’d pay for us to stay an extra night if we needed it, which was nice. But on Sunday morning after breakfast at noon we contemplated staying but then decided to leave asap as it was going to just get worse and we just wanted to go home. So we did. And it was bad on the roads, but my lil’ Honda Accord treated me nicely. It actually handled wonderfully. And now there is like 2-3 feet of snow on the ground and my car is stuck on the side of the road. It’s pretty nuts out there and there is little chance that I will be at work tomorrow. 4 day weekends rule.

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otherwise my pee would just dribble and splatter out

it's the griff (7k image)I‘ve been doing this one band’s website since when they were actually a band and doing quite well. I secured a domain a few years ago for it, and have since been using it. I am now trying to switch whois information and it’s driving me crazy as well as changing my registrar for the domain. I am so fed up with fucking emails going back and forth. Fucking get it together. I am almost fed up with it that I am just about ready to pull the plug, but I already renewed the domain for another year. So I guess I will try again. But this is the last year. Who the fuck cares anymore. I sure dont.

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. I actually have a Valentine. What the fuck is up with this holiday anyways? Who cares. I am telling you Hallmark has a tie with the deforestation of the world, so fuck them too. And Emily is coming over tomorrow. Yah!

In other news I am incredibly sore. My hips, thighs and back are still in pain. I guess it’s cos I ski-ed way longer than I had ever done before. It’s good and it was killer good fun, but I am sure paying now.

Nothing else is really going on in my life. The weekend is almost here. I am very excited we get off to Presidents Day on Monday. I completely had no clue that it was here already. Go Presidents. Did Regan do something good? Hmmm…

Friday night Emily and me are going to some African Dance dealy. It sounds incredibly interesting and can’t wait to go. I think that’s Friday. Then on Saturday I am doing the nudie shoot with Brea, I presume and on Saturday night one of Emily’s friends is “spinning records” at some place in Baltimore and I am getting dragged there. She said it will help her get on the “in” for her Art Show with Brea, so I guess it’s ok, but still. Ugh. That “record spinning” shit drives me nuts. Beat-matching. Etc. Dude, it’s an art. To each their own. But who knows maybe the DJs will be doing something interesting and innovative. Some how I highly doubt it. But if it’s good for Emily, i guess i can hold my breath for a bit. Sunday is up in the air. Maybe church. Maybe some book burnings. Maybe we can torture some pro-lifers. Hmmmm. And Monday i have off. I am loving me these three day weekends!

Maybe I should be come a DJ. I would be called DJ Matt.

And dont get me wrong, I really do like artists who “DJ”. There are just so few interesting DJ’s. Yes, DJ’s can be innovating and try new things, but dammed if i’ve seen that many. Just like in college when there were too many guitarists. You know what I am talking about. Yeah, that 311 song is great. Yup, you can play the new Incubus song. Good for you. So anyways…I do like and respect many of of DJ’s. I will name a few to prove my lack of ignorance. And cos I love lists:

Mat’s Top 10 List of Favorite DJs (in no particular order)
Afrika Bambaataa
DJ Spooky
Derrick May
Christian Marclay
DJ Shadow
DJ Hurricane
DJ Moe Love
Terminator X
Jam Master Jay
DJ Jazzy Jeff (come on, you gotta love Jeff, even Doughty once gave him props)