Dick Moran and Roger Grago, arm-in-arm, fighting the good fight. Michael Eberhardt looking on in perhaps admiration or respect. Maybe both. I’ll not forget this moment and the generosity that transpired.
Got an email regarding a new blog, heckmotor-sportwagen, which you guys should bookmark as it looks promising in capturing some great cars across the pond:
I’ve been very fascinated, by the organisation of the american Porsche scene, espacially your work! Now i’ve decided to start a porsche blog projekt in Germany called heckmotorsportwagen, because here is nobody who makes anything like that, only Matthias Höing from Hamburg and Maurice from the Netherlands … I would like to send you a t-Shirt and a few Stickers to get a bit poplar in America … Only if you’re intrested !
Best regrads from Düsseldorf Germany
Ulfert Jannsen of Speedstar Gallery sent me an email regarding new work from painter Markus Hubb. I had the pleasure of interviewing Markus in late 2011 which can seen here.
My buddy Dave Eck sent me a very “interesting” link to a four-minute plus video of some really crazy crashes…seriously these guys need to be toasted with your favorite beverage. The yellow arrow is pointing to the driver and the blur is his car below. Check out the video here.
“Boundaries Bob! Boundaries!” exclaimed a co-worker in anger after I had walked behind him sitting at his desk, lifted my elbow and wiped my armpit across the top of his head.
For the record, it was 90 degrees that day.
His reaction made me realize I had unknowingly done it again…crossed that “invisible line” which would be made more obvious to me by the head of the Human Resources Department.
During the enlightening HR visit, in between nodding my head and pretending to understand my inappropriate behavior, I thought about my co-worker who smelled like he shampooed with Degree Fresh scent or rather I thought about what he said, “boundaries”.
It seems my favorite photographers operate without any discernible boundaries. Currently the work of William Eggleston has peaked my interest. “Bill” photographs everyday ordinary life…the mundane…and succeeds in delivering some very powerful and bold imagery. His photography contradicts another common documentary discipline of taking photographs of “interesting people, doing interesting things in interesting places”.
I have a great deal of respect for photographers who can see while others are blind and can extract extraordinary images from the ordinary.
His work, to me, is a reminder to always have camera in hand…to keep hunting…and to challenge yourself to at least try to make the ordinary extraordinary.
I would like to offer thanks to my co-worker for offering his head to dry my armpit and reminding me to operate without “boundaries”.
This morning I awoke and said to my wife, “You need to take me to Blue Bottle Coffee and you need to pay for it since I am your trophy husband” in which she replied “Anything for you my Dear”.
Damn straight. That part I didn’t say aloud. I can only get away with so much you know.
So I got all dolled up in my Sunday best to find out why so many people worship the almighty Blue Bottle as I had never partaken in the elixir. For those who are unaware, Blue Bottle Coffee is an independent Oakland based company currently generating an epic amount of attention. They claim to only serve coffee within 48 hours out of the roaster and use all the proper buzz words like “organic”, “pesticide-free” and “shade-grown beans” but the one that I like…”vintage German” coffee roasters. Yeah I can get behind that selling point.
All my coffee snob friends praise them and speak of coffee like they’re chemists with their bunsen burner coffee preparation and deep appreciation for nothing but the best coffee. Personally, I’m content loading a k-cup, pressing a button and scratching my cup in my underwear while I wait. Yes…I just said k-cup. Deal with it.
With a new destination entered into the GPS and 16 Horsepower’sFolklore playing on the stereo – we headed off to Oakland. We were greeted by about a ten people deep line that slithered out the door. Apparently a lot of other trophy husbands had the same idea.
Have you ever seen a tip jar that full at Peets or Starbucks? These people really do appreciate the efforts of a skilled barista! Also notable was an iPad being used as the register.
My wife sat down and enjoyed our finely crafted beverages, I think my wife more so than me, the ambience of downtown Oakland and the all-so-expensive California weather.
Personally, my taste buds are too tar covered to fully appreciate the coffee. I appreciate the side effects and that’s how I measure good coffee. I want it to be strong enough for my palms to sweat, speech to stutter and my teeth to grind. I want to be wired and productive. That’s good coffee.
Is Blue Bottle worth the 25 mile trip though the Caldecott tunnel? Yes – simply because it’s nice to neglect your weekend chores and break your routine. Spending time with my wife was far better than the Blue Bottle beverages and as they say “it’s not the destination that counts but rather the destiny”…I think I messed that one up. Doesn’t sound right.
Damn straight. I’m saying that one aloud this time.