Wissahickon

I found this oldie in a stack of Negs that I never got printed.


P.K. Skipping Stones , Philadelphia, 2005

Being *OK* with Selling Out

fIn case anyone was wondering how I'm paying my bills right now, I've succumbed to the world of retail and have been freelancing for Urban Outfitter's.

You can view this little number on thier website.

I take no credit for post processing!

Consumer Attraction

Maine, 2008

Blue Otter

Meleagris

Nostalgia

Ca de Bou

I heart Philadelphia

World's Biggest Piñata

Halloween Party Portraits

Balanced Media


Jrobes of the Dharma Initiative


Bobble Head


Eleanor and Corina


John Dukes as The Party Duke


Sara


Rebecca the Red Neck Trucker


Misfits Cover Band @ The Mitten


Nicole the Cow


Sheila the Sister Cow and Irina


Big Al and his Big Gun


Everyone needs a Joe The Plumber.


Last but not least, myself as Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas.
Photo By Zia Hiltey

Kayak The Schuylkill

For Chris's Birthday we took a small Kayak trip down the Schuylkill River. These were the sights of a Friday afternoon in October along the dirty river bank.

Scumbag Cup

This weekend our former One Hour comrade, Justin Swain, hosted the Scumbag Cup. Five races total over two days, plus a scavanger hunt. The first four races on Saturday would count to qualify for the final race on Sunday.

The morning started off on a great foot with the weather being perfect as Chris and I rolled up to Kristen at the Spring Garden st/Kelly Drive turn off to take numbers for the time trial race. It was a pretty standard race so the only amusing parts were when two people veered off the course and went the wrong way.

Next up was the Alleycat.

The start of this race consisted of Baby Joey ordering all bikes locked up against a wall beneath the Chestnut Street Bridge and taking up a bike lock key collection.

Several of the messengers took the opportunity before the race started to prove thier worthiness as scumbags by peeing behind several dumpsters.

With directions to file into a small walkway tunnel under the bridge and to crouch down in emergency position, Baby Joey clipped all the keys into one massive unit and hung them from the wall on top of the bridge.

With a "One, Two, Three....GO"! Everyone made a bee line for the stairs to the top of the bridge...everyone except one really short straight edge fella who had handed over a spare key.

Was it smarts? or Sobriety?

You decide.

At this point I decided that I needed to use the bathroom and the best place to post up would be at 818 South st. Tara was manning the check point and there was some debate on what task we would make the couriers do. Cleaning the bathroom seemed the most appropriate since it had just been determined that the after party would commence at thier house later that evening.

The last race of the evening was the Figure 8 Criterium around City Hall and Love Park at Midnight. If there was any idea that was a bad idea, this was it. There are only a few outcomes that could transpire from two dozen couriers, racing as fast as they possibly could through moving traffic in a figure eight around City Hall and Love park, and one of those things would be blood...lots and lots of blood. I could already visualize the skulls across the pavement as the faster couriers would intercept with the slower ones at the intersection. At lap two, half of the racers had dropped out, after a near miss involving a car and Baby Chris. Unfortunately I was looking in the other direction trying to get a shot and missed the excitement but when I looked up I could see a very nervous looking Baby Chris coming straight for me.
At least he hit me, instead of the car.
Most bystanders took to "corking" traffic which resulted in the Transit police pulling over two riders and putting them in handcuffs.
According to Transit Police, it is perfectly ok to arrest someone NOT on transit property and they also informed me, by way of tackling me off of my bike, that I was not allowed to take photographs of them "arresting" people. I also might point out that Transit Police do not have any jurisdiction to arrest anyone that is not on transit property. They did however, seemed to be quite upset when someone pointed this out to them and proceeded to put that person in handcuffs as well.

Luckily everything worked out and the actual Police were probably too busy on a Saturday night, to be bothered by a dozen messengers trying to kill themselves, to even bother showing up, so they released us and off we were to 818 for the after party.

Moonbounce

This past weekend I was invited to participate in Cindergarden's Moonbounce BBQ and party. There was something rather enticing to see 25-35 year olds bouncing in a moonbounce. The Moonbounce completely took over the back yard, and great plumes of dust would puff out the sides at every bounce. Chris and I first made our way to the rooftop bbq. While peering down from the 3rd, or maybe even 4th story rooftop, we could see the blue top of the moonbounce pulsating with gleeful bouncers.
Vince came up from behind and joined us in our gaze downwards. With a sparkle in his eyes, like a child discovering a new toy,
he exclaims
"I think I could make it....!"

Goodbye, Dear Friend

This Labor Day I went to KTD Monastery, a place that was so ingrained in my childhood, to partake in the memorial service of a dear family friend who passed away this weekend. I took a small video clip of the Puja performed in Tibetan Buddhist tradition.
Our friend made his way to America after the Chinese invasion, and lived his life as a translator for Tibetan Lamas.

The ceremony was so beautiful, that many of us could not hold back the tears.

Farm Party 08

I'm going to jump start this page with August 2008 weekend adventures starting with the Frederick's Farm Party. About two dozen car loads made the trip to the Poconos for a weekend of drinking, fireworks, pony rides, slip n' slides, swimming, and general farm mayhem that is expected when you get 75 of your closes, scummiest friends together.

Friday night ended early for me as I decided to take the route of getting rest rather then staying up till dawn drinking like the others, so that I could partake in the days festivities. At 9 am I stumbled upon a drunk Justin and xKevx trying to make friends with Blakslee's horses.
The Slip N' Slide turned into a huge project, but was a total success, however not without a Donovan injury. Only Donovan has the unique ability to turn fun into some bodily injury.
And I think the rest speaks for itself.