Seattle, Washington Deep Breath…Counting to Ten
No video today. A bit frustrating. Beyond my control. Very sorry. I realize how silly this must seem. Hopefully Monday.
No video today. A bit frustrating. Beyond my control. Very sorry. I realize how silly this must seem. Hopefully Monday.
Myriad omens and harbingers have manifested in recent hours, such as will now be enumerated: 1. Bavarian ski jumper Klaus Von Schlitzberg spontaneously dematerialized moments after this photo was taken. All that landed were his skis. 2. Fishermen in the … Continue reading
Relax. It’s not what it sounds like. The Barenaked Ladies invited me to "perform" in their new video along with a selection of other web-based anomalies of similar notoriety. The video went up a few weeks ago and I forgot … Continue reading
One year ago today, in Kaikoura, New Zealand, this happened: But that’s not what I’m writing to talk about. I’m writing because of a slight delay to the release of the outtakes video I mentioned a couple posts back. It’s … Continue reading
So Vh1 has decided I’m one of the "40 Greatest Internet Superstars." How bout that? They’re doing one of those talking head shows where comedians and other entertainers deliver bite-sized witticisms about subjects relevant to the aging youth of today. … Continue reading
I’m in Burbank at the same Sizzler I sat in six months ago, editing the last dancing video. Same booth. Same surf. Same turf. New clips. New music. New video. It’s the outtakes from the trip; the stuff I didn’t … Continue reading
I was invited to Champlain College in Burlington, Vermont last month to speak about the dancing video and how I made it. I rambled on for 90 minutes and then took everyone outside to shoot a dancing clip. I’ve edited … Continue reading
It was an honor.
I haven’t gone anywhere thrilling since I got back from the trip in June, so I feel obligated to mention when I do. I’m on my way to Brisbane for a wedding and I took a couple days to see … Continue reading
Tried something new the other day. Went to speak at a school. It was a small independent middle school out on Vashon Island — a short ferry ride from Seattle. They invited me, I said "sure." Sixty-five students aged 8 … Continue reading