Below is the smallest grip kit in the world.
Its being packed for a quick trip down to Sactown to cover the tent city issue that’s raging down there.
Amazing how a little storage bin can hold all this stuff. No hocus pocus, just straight gangsta packin’ on account of my mastery of protractors and intuitive grasp of The Golden Mean.
I also met Sian Kennedy the other day.
I’ve always loved this shot of his. This one ain’t so bad either, but that’s perspectival.
Mike
Swept and mopped the entire studio yesterday in preparation to paint the floor.
Had to push all the goodies into the corner save a couple tables, desk chairs and that monster from the Twilight Zone who ripped holes in the airplane driving William Shattner (and later John Lithgow) crazy.
He’s actually a good guy, just misunderstood but completely well-informed on matters of the day.
Then while looking around online for niche and specialty devices for the lab, I came across this jewel which I find to be right up my alley.
The wizard I keep on retainer is moving his hands around a non-existent orb to whip this puppy right up for me. When its fashioned, I’ll blow cigar smoke on it and take a pic so as to show it to all.
Whilst readying myself for the morning’s work, I saw something so striking as to warrant my posting here on ye’ olde blog:
My good friend/colleague Jacob Gerber is living a secret life in Hollywood. For years, we suspected he was in fact Shawn from Rescue Me. However, after further investigation–and seeing this photo of him attempting a disguise behind nice black specs–it is my duty to report that he’s been living for years as one Andy Samberg, from Saturday Night Live fame.
Only after Gerber ‘moved back to Minneapolis’ did Samberg’s rise to stardom begin. Coincidence? I think not.
Its time to stop living in the shadows, Jacob and embrace your new identity.
I got a new studio pad/landing. Moving house/creativity over the next week or so.
Emjoy,
mMike.
I don’t remember how I found it, but the other night I came across the video below and forwarded to Jenna.
My heart just smiled with every subsequent screening. Then this morning, I awoke and my good buddy Uncle Beefy came across the very same thing somehow and had the good sense to post for all to see. Needless to say, watched it again and was laughing aloud.
Tonight, while scanning the blogs, I came across a similar item that yet again made my ticker smile.
BOOMBOX from Ely Kim on Vimeo.
Thanks to HRO, one of my favorite blogs, for posting. *Note: if you’re getting this on an aggregator, iPhone or similar that doesn’t support flash, do yourself a favor and get to a computer to view this bro’s getdown with the getdown.
I got a new printer scanner thing, and I’m stoked.
Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a perpetual note taker. Interestingly enough, I also tend to save them well after their ‘to a T’ execution. Reason being, they’re kind of pretty when it’s all said and done.
Enjoy,
Mike
A couple weeks back I met Joseph Reohm while he was visiting Seattle. We got to talking and he’s like, ‘You know, I’m an illusionist. . .’
This of course piqued my interest, and we decided it was high time for us to get together and work on a little shoot. He noted that he was oft photographed levitating or making things float, and I asked if he’d be interested in taking a more humorous look at the ins and outs (or dangers in this instance) of being an illusionist.
Given his propensity to spoon and fork bending, I figured it might be downright frustrating at times to sit down for lunch.
This is Nelle, my grandmother.
Shot while home in Athens.
I’ve had a few people egging me on to put this last one up.
As well as this one test, which was shot on the eve of my 30th birthday.
More always,
Mike
Pouring it out for the Homies
Today Brugen and I got into the studio to bless it appropriately.
It wasn’t our usual blood-filled chalice faire or endless rows of tables stacked high with freshly slaughtered fish and game. Today it was Nestle Chocolate Milk, Michael-made Salmon Burgers and an impromptu portrait session that brought dead artists to their knees in heaven/hell/purgatory.
After all the sugar, Bill had a hard time focusing. He kept yelling, “Beam me up, Scotty. . .” apparently mistaking himself for Geordi LaForge after his recent completion of a project for the Experience Music Project/Science Fiction Museum at the Seattle Center here in Seattle.
All in all, it was good fun to hang with Bill. Peep the triptych below.
More always,
Mike