Week In Review
August 29, 2008, 9:56 am
What do you say to yourself after the end of a: highly productive, deal closing, client pleasing, new business development prospecting, traveling, expensive dinner having week which also included work you were happy with as an artist?
You say lets do it another 51 times. So instead of popping bottles this morning and celebrating a great week. I took my suits to the cleaners, added all the cards of people I met into my contacts and prepared to have this same week again like a successful version of Ground Hogs Day.
Week In Review Highlights:
Prettymike gave to MS and to help battle Prostrate Cancer…I maybe going to hell but they left themselves wide open, the people from the Fight Gone Bad asked what I was giving in recognition of…so I said “the male g-spot”. It was funny but my sentiment was sincere I had a friend die from the result of losing his prostrate.
So my real reason for mentioning it today is to ask/recomend others follow and give as well to these noble causes.
To Donate to MS click here (even 5 or 10 bucks cheap ass)
(If you’re a scum bag there is a pic on the gspot link of Melissa which is definitely worth a donation and it’s for the wounded warrior project)
I took some great photos this week
I ate a great steak dinners with the kind gentlemen from def jam and talked about Never Never Land where we could all stay boys forever. If you have a chance (and some coin) hit Del Friscos, the servers are top notch, know the menu, the food and spirits and the only thing the riveled the wonderful service was the incredible food.
My little girl is starting private school next week.
Photo for the Day:
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I got Nothing Johny- Play me off.
August 27, 2008, 8:39 am
So I woke up today with no pics in the arsenal and nothing to write about in my head.
With a to do list a mile long, a train to NYC to catch at 2:00pm my priorities all in order I came right over to Prettymike.com HQ to give the readers their daily dose.
So I shot this picture then messed around in photo shop until I had something I liked. If you can guess what it is I’ll give you a cookie.
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Going Back to Cali-
August 26, 2008, 11:21 am
ALL MY PEOPLES!!!
I am going to be in California next week meeting with the nice people from Def Jam music about all sorts of various opportunities concerning ) – Insert Marketing and Advertising Buzz Words Here – ( .
The meeting is frot with possibilities towards my goal of Global Domination… uh I mean growing my company and helping Mother Earth.
In a moment of weakness I let Sara get me out from behind the camera, she was able to capture a wild animal in its natural habitat.
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My Desktop is Better than Your Desktop
August 25, 2008, 10:57 am
Seriously, there is no tomfoolery, trickery, photoshopping, or witchcraft of any kind. Just a sweet download I found on www.LifeHacker.com and a picture I took in the metro a few months back.If you think your desktop is better post or send me a screen shot.
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Parenting Via Text Message and the Harsh Realities of Sleepovers.
August 24, 2008, 9:06 am
I was still half asleep but as I picked up the phone and saw 9 missed calls 5 text messages I knew something was up…(I fell asleep immediately getting home from an appointment last night) and woke up with my phone wrapped in my comforter somewhere.
Me: “hello”
Taylor: (sounding tired) “hiiiii”… (she had been at her best friends, luau, barbeque, sleepover with 6 other soon to be 6th graders)
Me: “hey little girl how are you?”…”did you party like a rock star all night?”
Taylor: “yes”…”……….”
Me: “Are you tired?”
Taylor: immediately “NO, not at all”
Me: “Wow, well I am glad you had a good time…I love you. Can I call you once I get moving?”
Taylor: “Sure, I love you too”
As soon as I hang up I scroll through my missed calls, and look at my text messages 3 are from her.
Taylor: Help me god these people at the sleepover are just seriously rude and played a prank on me and got lipstick in my hair-
Taylor: And it is amazing how one person can ruin the whole sleepover and people just like like being rude we stayed up all night without falling asleep and I fall asleep for exactly one hour and they play a prank on me and it got my shirt and hair ALL dirty.
ME: Well you can’t be the first to fall asleep at a sleepover…sorry.
She obviously wanted sympathy on the phone and since I had not read the text yet she FWD’D: all the text to reiterate the horrible atrocities that had been perpetrated against her…but guess what? That’s what Mama’s are for- You fall asleep first at a sleepover at my house, you’d be lucky to have eyebrows in the morning, or you may have butt hair hot glue gunned as a handlebar mustache on your lip.
Taylor: FWD-Help me god these people at the sleepover are just seriously rude and played a prank on me and got lipstick in my hair-
Taylor: FWD- And it is amazing how one person can ruin the whole sleepover and people just like like being rude we stayed up all night without falling asleep and I fall asleep for exactly one hour and they play a prank on me and it got my shirt and hair ALL dirty.
Me: It’s not rude if someone else fell asleep first you would have played a prank on them…those are sleepover rules
Me: You just have to be a good sport
Me: I got my hand dipped in water and wet my sleeping bag one time
Me: Those have been the rules since before Jesus was born
Me: Wash your face put on a clean shirt and get over it.
Taylor: I got colored all over the face with make up and lipstick ugggggg
Me: The worst thing you could do is have a bad attitude.
Taylor: STOP you text too FAST.
Me: Fine- shake it off, I love you. No drugs or boys.
Taylor: Daddy. I love you too bye.
Flowers from my Garden I Arranged in a Water Glass
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Proud of Myself.
August 22, 2008, 8:44 pm
Having shared my struggles on this forum openly I don’t think those who read this will find it boastful but instead share in my joy.
First two websites my company programmed then designed and is doing the outreach for were both launched this week-
Chris is constantly outdoing himself and elevating his work. Articulating his artistic vision, mine and most importantly our clients we have turned out two beautiful websites my client said every time she sees it makes her happy…make me happy.
I am hoping all of you befriend the sites on myspace, facebook, linked in and blackplanet. Please.
and it’s sister site:
The vision dreamed by Mrs. Janet Langhart Cohen both sites are spawned from a hugely successful event that I was honored to be the photographer for at the National Press Club. It’s also a source of pride having taken all the photos (except “Co-founder” shot) on both sites.
That’s my week in review: I wanted to encourage those in the valley that nothing is forever, work hard and keep believing, not to sound to Tony Robins-ish but remember that: “he who is faithful with little will be faithful with much.”
Since I am tooting my own horn I am also proud of this slide show- if you’d like to show it shoot me an email.
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Street Preacher Missing the Beat.
August 21, 2008, 7:25 pm
Two years ago Our Town Blogger, good friend, and the Dr. Of DC Driving Matt Lepage and I were walking downtown when we heard a rumbling- sounds of static and a boisterous voice filled the air “ISAAC- GOD HATED THAT BASTARD”.
We immediately ran towards this street preacher and what appeared to be a couple of his followers to hear “JACOB- GOD HATED THAT BASTARD TOO”. Internally I found it amusing that someone preaching from the Bible would be preaching about who God hates as opposed to who he loves.
(After all- no matter the sect, race, nationality, political party or lifestyle preference; the continuation of human kind will be perpetuated by the passing of knowledge and the giving of more love than we take.)
I feel the same sympathy for the poor misinformed souls protesting abortions then blowing up abortion clinics because they are blinded by hate instead of filled with love.
However, all I said was at the time was ” DAMN- the one time I don’t have my camera” and we walked away. Since then I have hoped to get another chance to shoot this man in action…
Last week after leaving a meeting I heard the familiar static from a battery operated speaker and microphone and saw my unicorn there preaching, his flock had grown but unfortunately-God still thinks Isaac and Jacob are bastards; however, this time I had my Camera.
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By the Rivers of Babylon
August 20, 2008, 10:43 am
I love “By the Rivers of Babylon”, it’s one of the songs with which I get my gears turning in the morning… a morning jam if you will.
While considering writing about it I turned to Wikipedia to find out some history and as it turns out, there was an original disco version by a German band which is more than ironic because the song is about Psalms 137 which is the Israelite’s lamenting about being exiled from their land by the Babylonians in 586BC.
The thought of 1970’s Germans making a disco song out of Isreali exile is somehow funny 30 years later- I don’t know if it’s the Germans and disco or 1970 Germans or just disco but somehow it’s comical.
However, the reason I relate to it is because I can recall many times in my life having to get up after a terrible failure, or having to look someone in the eye after a terrible disappointment.
Every time we go through something that tests the very fiber of our beings we enrich our character, strengthen our intestinal fortitude…we gain gumption and add moxy to the cache of qualities we posses.
“This too shall Pass” whether your sitting on top of the world or just woke up in a gutter.
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Don't let the Watif's get you Down-
August 17, 2008, 11:14 am
Last night after eating a wonderful dinner and watching a beautiful Sunset Sara and I pulled Shel Silverstein’s “A Light in the Attic” off the shelf and read poems that had influenced both our childhoods.
Whatif by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Whatif they’ve closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there’s poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don’t grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won’t bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don’t grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
Reading this little ditty reminded me about keeping the faith in ourselves and not letting the Whatifs dance our heads.
Let’s have the ICANDOANYTHINGS party INSTEAD.
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Don’t let the Watif’s get you Down-
August 17, 2008, 11:14 am
Last night after eating a wonderful dinner and watching a beautiful Sunset Sara and I pulled Shel Silverstein’s “A Light in the Attic” off the shelf and read poems that had influenced both our childhoods.
Whatif by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Whatif they’ve closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there’s poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don’t grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won’t bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don’t grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
Reading this little ditty reminded me about keeping the faith in ourselves and not letting the Whatifs dance our heads.
Let’s have the ICANDOANYTHINGS party INSTEAD.
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