Seriously struggling sometimes. I had nothing prepared, then after a week of nonstop work, I had too much work to submit.
Then in my confused state of mind, almost missed the submission date for the works to be juried. I sat in Buffalo with no internet service wondering if I would actually make the selection. I even got out of work to attend the opening night, and it seemed to all fall apart.
In the end, it all worked out. Four works were accepted for the 'Social Issues' show opening this next Friday, March 6th! It took me a minute, well a pen and paper, to figure out that this will be my seventh show (sixth in a row) with a total of twentysix photos shown. I really didn't want to miss a month, that was one of my basic goals this year - get work into every show. I already screwed the other goal (to loose five pounds a month going into the spring) by GAINING five pounds this month.
*I'm not an 'athlete', I don't ride 'junk' miles, I don't like pain and suffering - note my well worn couch. But it is ALMOST enough to make me break out the trainer and start watching what I eat. But that's for another time.
On a side note I was also asked by NYBC to photograph their meeting with the Legislature this month, my first 'job', albeit a nonpaying one.
This last week became one of those fiftyfive hour weeks, and any other time has been alot of reflecting on what I want to do, and what I need to do in life. The ride to and from work usually provides some inspiration for thought, but with too much thought my bike may become the next ghost bike, and I tend to get carried away in thought.
I totally forgot about this.. After FBM started making 'The Sword', word was Volume was also on the BMX-but-also-fixed-gear program. Like a reverse training wheels program to get bmx kids onto a more socially (read: some girls dig it) acceptable type of bike riding. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled in to get some cleaning stuff for that nasty chain when I found this all built up.
For about five minutes I thought 'what can I unload so I can make this mine?'. But there's no need for something that just sits around collecting dust (my job).
This is sold as a frameset. As spec'd with the Velocity and Origin 8, budget $750-800. I belive it's a Taiwan frameset, steel, and of course solid. Hey, it even has a toptube gussett, with the Volume logo cutout. The shop did a decent build, all color spec'd (except the stem/headset). I expect to see some bmx kid on this in the next couple weeks.
So I grabbed a couple pics, along with the degreaser and lube. My stuff is SOOOOOOOOO nasty from the winter commutes, pulleys won't even go backwards, just like crappy chain suck when you backpedal. Guess that's the sign it's time to clean.
ok, it happens more than I'ld like. and it's true, I've owned more than one VW bus. and some hair styles would lead one to think... hippie! dirty hippie! (use your Eric Cartman voice)
But I've fought it off for a while. I listen to more punk rock than anyone over 28. BUT THIS DAMN SONG HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD! For nearly a month, since I ACCIDENTLY saw Mr. Mraz on SNL. So bad, I even went to the store to buy the record! OH! BUT WAIT! It's not on any record yet.
It's like that game I play with people, where you sing a couple lines of some god-awful 80's song, and then walk away, and it's stuck in their head for the whole day.
There's more on the way. The bike activities seem to fill any extra time along with a busier than usual work week. Life looks like it's slow a bit next week. Now I just have to get through the next seven days without forgeting anything too important!
And the Ford defied all odds and lowly expectations, and actually made the return trip. It says alot about American quality autos when you budget a rental and repairs into a road trip. Of course that 'budget' is money I don't actually 'have', but I didn't need to spend it, so it's a push.
I don't know how to put Buffalo into words. For some reason it's larger than NY's capital, and has better bike shops, a better bike scene and art scene, but it still ends up big, flat, and depressing. A blown out photo of a junk truck in front of a closed manufacturing plant doen't even convey enough. It's just a larger version of any other NY city.
Just with worse weather. There was only a one day break in the wind and snow to walk around on Elmwood, which coincidently is by the University and hold some of the best shops in town. The sign above? How I look at the best wine shop as I stumble back from a daily restocking. Awesome is their selection.
As I'm shopping for the missus and grams', I realize. They have all this wine, but where's the beer? Oh. New York law that you can't have beer and wine in the same business, well, that makes sense. So next door they have the widest selection of local, US, and overseas micros and standard beers. Sweet! That's how I spent my vacation. Visiting bike shops for who knows what, but I didn't find it (like those old school still-in-the-bag Campy wool knee AND arm warmers for $10 each). The remainder spent with kids, bike magazines, sampling beers, and figuring out where I have time to brew my own. The missus reached that conclusion for me by laughing at me.
the first vacation of the year. Actually Buffalo doesn't count as a vacation technically. So, with the chance of finding someones wireless being slim, especially in that wonderful town, it's a vacation from the computer.
With a first. I leave you this glory shot of the first Harley. Also a reminder of who would throw a seven hundred pound motorcycle through a canyon at 80 mph? No helmet? No problem for a dumbass. Enjoy your weekend.
just another cold month, as I waited out the snow and ice, until spring finally came. Until two years ago, when I got home and found out my dad had died. I had passed on calling him on Valentine's Day, I'm not much of a phone person, or Holiday person at that. And we had only started to become close in the last couple of years, we could relate through being parents and that for the most part was it. As a dad, I understood my own dad, but not before that.
There was ALOT of things left unsaid when I visited my dad just a month before, things like I had found and made contact with my birth mother. That I had a brother and sister out there. And probably most importantly, a thanks for dealing with a punk kid. Although we shared no common interests, he allowed me to walk my own path, as off course as he may have thought it was. Yeah, Valentine's Day sucks. Again, lessons for me are usually learned in hindsight.
As I look at my kids, I just try to be the dad I thought I needed. But as parents, don't we all do that?
Christian Hosoi - Raging Waters, SLC, UT. 1989 photo bob A.
First, I fully admit I'm an idiot slash dumbass. I spend way too much time looking in the rearview mirror of life. Hindsight.
If I would have kept my favorite mountain bike. If I didn't sell all my Park tools when I moved. If I kept every skateboard I had through the 80's. If I would have believed in myself, and fully pursued photography.
Even - If I would have properly stored all my old photos and kept track of them through four moves. All I have now is a box of random 'not the best' pictures.
The photo below is now twenty years old. When I took it, I had no idea or care of the future. It was spring break, and we were on a road trip, and skating. Car loads of friends and trouble.
In the center are three friends who are on my Facebook. One was the Best Man in our wedding. Two survived a really bad accident. One taught me alot, just by being a friend. One inspires me, to the point of continually buying Transworld Snowboarding for his photos, even though it's been 4 or 5 years since I've ridden.
I could tie biking into this with something like: I started out on a bike (BMX) and through skating and snowboarding, I ended up back on a bike. And some philosophical thought of life and circular themes.
But basically it's more like:
I REALLY wish I'd kept my tools, and of course....... didn't sell: the hardtail with XTR, or the funky Hallbrink fork, or Fleetwood cruiser with Nexus. And I can't search Ebay for them 'cause that's TOO addicting. That's how ridiculous collections start.
Spring has always brought alot of changes, especially in the last few years. So this evolves into a life blog, but hopefully interesting enough for you to stop by.
Well, happy "Time to purchase an overpriced Greeting Card day" to you!
I never really get into ANY holidays. And this one is no different, EXCEPT - if I don't do something 'special' for that someone special, I'm an ass. First, I'll always be an ass. Second, I always try to do something special (so they'll keep me around, cause I don't offer a whole lot of other reasons).
But it wasn't until this year, when the little kids are in school, and we get an announcement that they're celebrating "Friends Day" instead. Curious, because I NEVER want to be left off of the PC bandwagon, I had to search out the root of Valentine's Day, and why it may be offensive to some - besides the common sense owning people who don't like to buy $10 cards that play crappy songs. I'm not going to tell you what I found because you need to do the same that I did, GOOGLE. Thanks GOOGLE for keeping me from appearing to be a bigger idiot than I am. It's like the spare tire for your brain.
But on this day I'ld like to express my love for an inanimate object. The one I neglect, covered in winter road salt and grime. I've sworn at her, made her the butt of jokes and always find myself thinking of others and not her. I AM A BAD BIKE OWNER. This can be easily verified by my local bike shop, who either place bets or cringe when I come in.
But nothing reasserts that love like having to drive a car for several days. As I drive home late last night from the grocery store (yes, I was one of alot of guys picking through cards) I found myself listening for those little sounds, you know, the ones' that lead to expensive repair bills soon. And with my wandering mind, I then started thinking, "what if it broke down now?" or "what if it breaks down on the next road trip?".
Maybe I should keep my bike in the car at all times. And then I started thinking (again, as always) why can't cars be simpler? Like my bike. If my bike breaks down, for the most part I can fix it, unless it requires some obnoxious $80 bottom bracket tool. Then it's off to entertain the shop staff (again).
It was at this point that I realized how I truely loved my bike and all that it provides me. I think this is the same feeling we had as a little kid about that bike that got you to 7-11 so you could sit on the curb, and with a sugar high, get Slurpee induced brain freeze. But as a little kid it's hard to define those feelings.
So on this day, clean your bike. And take her out for a spin. And tell her how happy she makes you.
Very rarely do I see any bikes locked up at work. I assume alot are hidding in backrooms (and I tell myself that others commute too). There's always some random bike poorly locked up during the summer, but this was a pleasant surprise when I went out for lunch. I love it. An old Trek Composite frame, sure. But I'm really loving the old Dura, and the single front chainring. Great simple set up. Winter Alex beater rims, spd's. A great quick lo-brow commuter. Well done.
One of my favorite t's. If you know 80's punk then you know. This shirt found several more fans at the gallery. If you love it to, then go to the Cycle Jerks link on my page. Support your favorite Denver crew. Thanks guys.
Friday night was the beginning of the 'BLUE' show at the UAG. Little Wednesday Addams and I went for a cup of hot chocolate and a stroll. A good turn out. New friends and contacts, and a casual crowd. With one work sold on the last show, this show underway, it's now time to focus on the next show. I still don't know where I stand with pricing. It's not about making a living off of it. It's about improving my work, and encouraging others to buy it. But it always goes back to: 'Did it sell because it's the least expensive work in the gallery?' or 'Did they not buy it because of the percieved value, and the price doesn't reflect it?' Maybe the next show everything will be tripled. .....if I get in. My t-shirt was probably the best thing I provided for the guests.
With the constant sub-freezing temps. I continually find myself thinking of the spring. I can't bring myself to set up the trainer. Instead I toil away in front of the computer, partially working my way through lists, and more lists, with little motivation. Other than it just needs to be done. Despite all the storms I made it through the winter commuting, well almost. Two more months and it should be gone, hopefully. I just look forward to anything above freezing - and I need to remember that when it feels like the tropics this summer. Eventually all the others that hibernate during the winter will be out on the streets. The knobbies can get swapped out. The rides to and from work can become more scenic. And with that, hopefully more time to get out and shoot without trying to plan rides according to sub zero temps and exposure. I would love to think that by selling the car and commuting for almost a year would allow me to add a bike to my collection. But I keep telling myself that I really only need one. I built the perfect bike, so why have another one laying around that doesn't get used. This would also explain the decrease in visits to the local shop. The buckling down for the winter. The feeling of riding out cold fronts and storms seems to have spilled over into the economy and life in general. The uneasiness and sense of not knowing what's around the corner.
"Yeah, it'll be in the 40's this weekend - lets ride!"
But I'm not sure what's happening this next week. With the weather. With my job. With the economy. With your job.
take a second and listen to one of his many lectures.
this is your present for today.
If you don't know me, well, sometimes I can be A LITTLE SLOW! I have been reading Kunstler's blog that I found on K-Wall blog, for almost a year.
While working with the local bicycle coalition, that has a couple people involved obviously with urban planning and bicycle routes. Well, often his name is mentioned for books worth reading about suburbia and sprawl. Then a coworker who was going to school to become a planner kept mentioning his name. Sorry to say it took about six months before he is one and the same, AND lives thirty minutes north of me. Yeah, I'm an idiot.
Stoked 3. March 2011
Injustice for All. UAG, March 2011
Dead Presidents Lounge. January 2011
Last Call. Marketplace Gallery, December 2010
Send2 Show. UAG, November 2010
The Wine Bar & Bistro. November 2010
Dead Presidents Lounge. November 2010
Townsend Cafe. October 2010
unDead. UAG, October 2010
Townsend Cafe. September 2010
Members Only. UAG, August 2010
Danger!. UAG, July 2010
People's Choice. UAG, June 2010
Marketplace Gallery Fundraiser. May 2010
The Yellow Show. UAG, May 2010
ConTEXT. UAG, April 2010
Rosen Gallery. April 2010
SLICK. UAG, March 2010
Infinity & Beyond. UAG, Febuary 2010
ARTributes. UAG, January 2010
Small Works. UAG, December 2009
Art for Animals. Spencertown Academy, November 2009
Fresh Produce. UAG, November 2009
Myth Conceptions. UAG, October 2009
Tag! UAG, September 2009
Utopia. UAG, August 2009
Off the Wall. UAG, July 2009
People's Choice. UAG, June 2009
Vacant Artist Project. TNO, May 2009
Grand Tour. UAG, May 2009
Loose Threads. UAG, April 2009
Issues. UAG, March 2009
The Blue Show. UAG, Febuary 2009
New Beginnings. UAG, January 2009
Stokes Gallery Show, December 2008
50/50. UAG, December 2008
Futura. UAG, November 2008
Buried City. UAG, October 2008
Dream Wheels. UAG, May 2008
Dirt Rag/Rays MTB Park
-photo contest finalist
I sold my car. I ride my bike where
I need to go. I take pictures. I say dumb things when I manage to get one of my big feet out of my mouth. I'm
about 3 cases of beer shy of entering in the clydesdale class. Technology
challenged, a retro-grouch. Bad luck
follows me everywhere. Don't ride close, you might flat after me.
libertyonbikes (at) aol.com
This next year?
I swear I'll:
A. drop some weight
B. make a few more races
C. offend another ten percent
D. keep putting my feet in my mouth.
E. find a jersey that fits properly