valentines day, this month.

to serve is to rule and to rule is to serve.

Welcome to Montreal.
Everyone asks questions in french and answers are in english. The languages meld together like my speech and sware words. After the introduction party tonight, Mutek has proven itself to be quite the international celebration. Sitting at a table, I was lost in over 5 languages... as far as I could discern. At dinner earlier, I sat with three men: one from serbia, one from poland, and one from germany... tomorrow will welcome more. Tomorrow, talks of music and arts will be expanded substaintially though as we dolve into methods to "uphold the cultural value of music and sound creation in both an absolute sense, and in the multifarious forms that meld music and sound with other cultural practices." Perhaps these conversations will put the thoughtless goodtimes to ensue into perspective. Regardless, something here is happening that is not happening. People are listening to others who think, live, and love in completely diferent ways and places and considering how they can apply those differences into their own personal forms for the better of all. Worth the trip thus far.
tired. waking early. more and photos tomorrow.
check my CMKY review and px on basic sounds for now.

reversed decay/impecible beauty/short lost weekends.

This is a video Kate Lesta connected me with by The American Dollar, a band out of NYC that we are looking to book for CMKY 2010.

Speaking of CMKY, the photos have gone up on <3.com
Resident Advisor
and the CMKY Flickr

Thanks to the incredible team of photographers and videographers for capturing such an indescribable weekend and thanks to all of the electro warriors who came out in the snow to fight the good dance fight.

<3

making art of artists.

These are my friends "Fellow Citizens".










best of luck.

try to look into blue eyes.

“You look at blue eyes. You look into brown eyes.”

i'll tell you later.

Photo by Peter Dench.

fitter, happier, more productive...

A comprehensive list of history's greatest minds' and their daily routines.
There appears to be no right or wrong way.
I'm starting mine.

i me mine.

Just when things transcend my understanding-ability, graphic design comes through in the clutch.

but unfortunately,
it doesn't change my salary.

decypher.

A Tale of Two Fishes

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-Austin Doherty

when the going gets tough.

Solid day riding at Brek yesterday with a certain lady friend and her friends... so excellent.... gonna miss you Kait.
Back to reality:
Roping in a few freelance clients. Pivot communications and Rocky Mounts both confirmed. Got a freelance photogig to take a guys Professional Lawyer/Match.com pic. whatevs, cash rules everything aroun me, CREAM get the money... dolla dolla bills ya'll.
Money aside, lets get some hype going for communikey. April 17th-19th, 3 day dance party, zero waste, electro warriors from every corner of the globe battling 24/3... will be most excellent.
I'm working as the documentation coordinator and am looking for some ready, willing, and able photographers and videographers to get free party passes for the weekend the only catching being that they will have to mingle with the camera and crowd. Tough work... but we'll feed you too. Send people my way via email.

Check out my new shots from Chile on <3.com

Hit up my man tranqui yanqui in his attempt to tranquify some toxic assets project. The socialist uprising is happening, get on board now.

Also, one last blast. Zizek Club/Records, my former employer, is coming up north for a "gira" or tour of the US before they play COACHELLA. Big deal, good party, I guaranty it. Check out the dates here.


Holer.

Validation of Existence: A Comparison between my dog and my self.

Being home a few days with some serious face time with my dog as well as my own life, I've made some astounding observations as to what drives my self and my dog to get out of bed in the morning. Here is a list starting with Django.

Sticks:

Believe it or not, Django is evn more elated about them than this guy.

Empty bottles:

This site alone would cause a conniption fit. Every mans trash is a dogs treasure.

Poles:

This one is sure to get him going. A pole acts as an invaluable place to urinate. For me, when I'm outside and I have to go, just about any where will do while Django on the other hand will endue hours of presumable suffering to find just the right pole. I find this confusing but perhaps the chosen images proves that man and dog are not so different after all.

Balls:

Surprisingly enough, a ubiquitous image of a ball is difficult to find.
This is a ball. This is also the key to my dogs heart. In possession of this object, you are in complete control. If you have this, he is your best friend. If he has this, well, maybe find a stick?

Moving objects:

Moving objects are limited to the type portrayed in the image above. Cars, people, bugs, other dogs, and even air will do. Nothing gets him moving like other moving things.

This list is not comprehensive but you get the idea.

This is mine.


This guys expression says it all.

Bienvenidos.

Tierra firma- I understand every word. I'm back home... but not quite.
Remaining weeks of South America fled quickly. Between rambling down the coast of southern Chile, bike riding in Bariloche, and milking the last of the exchange rate in Buenos Aires, my mind remains fixed on Boulder. The friends, the mountains, and the dog have beckoned me since the day I left more than 6 months ago and finally, they are within reach.
A flight from Buenos Aires to Panama City to LAX has tangled me into a somambulating zomby. Between the 15 hour flight, the mid-night arrival, and 6am final connection to Denver, Kait and I drifted uncontrolably into slumber for 15 minutes too long.
So here I wait, only an extra 3 hours for the next flight home. Can't wait speak to be understood and to rekindle the life I left behind 6 months ago with a few sparks I struck up while I was away.
I'll see you all soon.

i've been missing.

im taking off for Santiago, Chile in the morning. Here, I am reuniting with my old friend Stephen J. Cardinale and renting a car. With hopes of bariloche, the Andes, the coast, tierra del fuego, and perhaps Antarctica, we will drive south over the coming weeks.
During my blog absence I have been constructing a better showcase for my projects. <3arrowthree.com

I'll post here when I can and put my photos there.
Stay tuned.


made this

streets patterns from samcam on Vimeo.
animation

B+W

It's hot here... this must mean that it's especially cold back home- fair well, friends.
Bajoed the new Knife spin off pseudonymed-
"Fever Ray"
- down tempo electro-noir... Bajo it if you can.
Also, Classical guitar has been plucking my heart strings as of late.
"Norberto Lobo"
is the man of the hour.
I made a trip over to the famed recoleta cemetery, resting place of Evita Peron and every other street name in the city of Buenos Aires. I shot black and white with a red filter. Black skies and white angels. After a week of intensive photoshop work, these shots speak volumes to film. Each camera, lens, film stock, and filter brands each image with something that software cannot replicate.




^casa rosa, tourist haven, politically vacant.

^"Machine says yes"



^"The Contractor"

^"+ as -"


^ "Angels in the outfield"





clam, tait, + fluffs

Baires crew^

Besos.