HE CAN TOO!

I drank the Rollins Kool-Aid many years ago. After all, the man is my surrogate-angry-father. He did a three-and-one-half hour set in Eugene on Sunday night. It rocked...as usual.

Yes He Can!

After attending the Obama rally today, all I can say is that I've drank the kool-aid, taken the blue pill, and am on the bus. This guy is an electrifying speaker. And if does even half of the things he says he'll do, he will be the the best president in my lifetime.

March on the Lakes

I was going to post this photo on Sunday but how could I resist sharing with you the wonders of the drive-thru easter story. (My favorite stop in the play was where the angry mob, played by the local suburbanites, yells, "Crucify him! Crucify him!" over and over again.)



It was probably around 40 degrees and partly sunny on Sunday and this path around the lakes was packed with walkers, runners and bikers. We're all desperate to get outside.

Real Stripes

Drive-thru Crucifixion

SELECTION SUNDAY

Sun??? Rrruuunnnnnnnn!!!

SPRING HOUND

obligatory mirror pic

FINALLY!

I took the plunge. I had the money so like a good consumer I spent it instead of saving for the future. Screw retirement! Let future Dusty worry about that crap.

Now begins the year of the photographer!

WRASTLIN'...NO MORE

Last night was the last time Mac Court will ever host a wrestling event. Oregon is dumping the sport to make way for baseball.

I turned highlights last night for the KEEZEE boys, and shot a feature package for our other client. Before I went into The Pit to shoot the final bouts, I hiked up into the cemetery and shot exteriors of Mac Court.

I thought the tombstones in the foreground were a nice touch.

Inside...a bunch of sweaty guys rolled around on the mats with a bunch of other sweaty guys.



It is unknown whether any numbers were exchanged afterward...but from the looks of the passion I saw on the mats...I'd say there was a chance. BRING ON BASEBALL...wrestling sucks.

Zoom Zoom

I worked Nascar on Sunday.

We flew up to the Speedway in Skywitness 8 HD. That's right we landed it right on the drag strip. Why? Because we're the news we can park whereever the hell we want!




I really don't get why so many people like Nascar. No way at any moment could I tell you who was winning. It's like high school track with cars. Running in circles.

Although I can say that I did like the energy. The speeding cars. The deafening noise. The smell of burning tires. Also with my media creds, I was able to get closer to the action than 98% of all those fans.




What's that Mr. racefan? You said that you wish you could be down on the track pre-race like me, down in the pits like me, up in the media room scoring girls numbers like me. Well I'm so sorry. Maybe next time we could switch.......Yeah Right, like that's ever going to happen!

Up Nort!

I spent the weekend miles from Canada on Lake Superior shooting a story. There's this small school in Grand Marais where you can learn to weave you own baskets, build your own boats, even carve your own soapstone figures. Yeah.

The class we went up for was basically a carpentry class.



But the project was a bit out of the ordinary.



Oh, if you even wanted to make a portable micro yurt, I know a place.

One thing you don't say on TV

Interviews are important in the TV biz. You need them. The bigger the better! So when I was told that I was doing a sit down interview with Laura Bush (That's right, Mrs. Dumass), I took it seriously.

It was a 2 camera shoot, lots of lights, and we even used a shotgun mic on a c- stand! The location was the performing arts center where she was giving some speech in front of a large red, white, and blue banner with some stupid 3 word slogan on it. I think it read "Helping America's Youth". You can't disagree with that, can you.

So, it's 7:30 am. Setup's done, and we go downstairs to get credentials.



White House Press Pool... Hell Yeah, I'm keeping this one!

anyway. It was at the credential table that i found out that there had been an "incident" back at the station. Apparently someone said something on air... blah blah blah... and the White House might be pulling the plug on the interview. I replied, "Huh?"

So I hit up the breakfast bar. and it sucked. So while I was sipping on something that tasted like Tang, I got the text message that said "Interview canceled, come back."

So to make a long story short(er)... a former co-worker of mine:

by the name of Lynn Huston, not to be confused with this guy:



apparently said on live TV that "Laura Bush has been very very concerned about youth issues, and one of the reasons for that is she's had some personal issues... uh... Her daughter, and the drinking incident, and as well as her niece Noel Bush... uh... Jeb Bush's daughter with the prescription drug problem... uh... "

It just so happened that the First Lady's press secretary was watching. He called our ND.

Needless to say, we're looking for another reporter.

At least our interview would have looked kickass: