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.
Brothers and Sisters. Sons and Daughters. Moms and Dads. Grandmas and Grandpas. Cats and Dogs. Earthworms and Beetles. Small birds and Eagles. Sharks and Little Fish. Sun and Moon. Wind and Water. Up and Down. This and That. All and None. . .
A new day has dawned. Barack Obama has won the 2008 Presidential Election! Four New Years!
To commemorate this historic event, I created this “Barack Obama wins the Presidential Election 2008 Pizza.”
Here are the ingredients:
*1 frozen Safeway Thin Crust Supreme Pizza
*10 minutes of plucking fresh thyme off the stems as I watched folks crying in joy over Barack’s win
*6 little slices of Yellow Pepper we got from Jenna’s Mom the other night
*3 Green Tomatoes from the Magnuson Pea Patch this lady gave us but sat long enough to turn red
*More Cheese (of course)
*Twenty twists worth of fresh ground pepper
*3 Pinches of Cayenne Pepper
*Some lump crab meat that I felt would be better served on a pizza rather than suffocating in a canister
*Dashes of Hope, Democracy and Change
To all my Southern folks lamenting over McCain’s coming up short. Don’t fret, your native son will be home for the Holidays to serve you a slice of this delicious new creation.
excerpt from Pumphrey Brothers show on G4 “Human Wrecking Balls” Photoshoot in LA from Michael Clinard on Vimeo.
Some time ago, on a flight back from LA with Keatley after working on the project above, I found myself wedged between Large Important Guy 1 and Large Well-Dressed Gent 6. Because I was the slimmer of the two, was one of the last to board and found myself sitting in the middle seat of our row, I was left without arm rest space.
When it comes to this unspoken bit of territory, the tension is quite palapable. Its the proverbial elephant in the room next to a patchouli wearing guy/gal that’s about to go backpacking through Europe, and he/she is taking your connecting flight to beef up on some zzz’s all the while digging youthful knees into the back of your seat.
Better still, I might liken it to the anxiety one feels when out with a few friends and there are 2 of the 6 best hors d’oeuvres you’ve ever had left on the plate, and you know you’ve already eaten you’re mathematical portion.
I’m pretty non-confrontational, so living in Seattle over the last few years has really honed my passive-aggressive skills to a precision point. That said, in the battle over arm rest rank, I make a strategic seat-back position maneuver to full reclined position as soon as the jet takes off from the runway. This tactic is guaranteed to yield another four inches to any standard arm rest on any arm rest opponent.
Its proven time and again that from this post, you can then take your opponents’ rank incrementally through subtle and well-calculated strategic movements and shifts when he/she goes to take a sip of water or turns the page of their reading material.
Me about to make my Big Debut on Little People Big World Holiday Special on TLC from Michael Clinard on Vimeo.
On another note, the video above is minutes prior to my big debut on Little People Big World. Long story short, I was there to lend location assistance/lighting support again to Mr. Keatley, but there was another photographer there: an Olan Mills portrait photographer to document the 30 odd family members in attendance.
With the filming and production schedule to keep, on top of the fact that these people were genuinely looking to eat dinner, we were all a little pressed for time. The producer informs me that I’m just going to go in and start setting up lights and it might seem that I’m the local Olan Mills photographer’s assistant. Which I expressed would be fine, provided I wouldn’t be cast in some strange completely-out-of-context light whereby a strobe might misfire, the Olan Mills lady would get snappy and then it’d be some extreme close-up on my face with a boing’ing spring sound effect.
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