Monday, August 25, 2008

Pollution, Big Red & The Olympics

Now that the Olympics are over (I think, I didnt actually watch any of them), I can respond to all the emails I got over the past year about China.
1. Yes, I pretty much ate everything in that 'gross stuff that passes as food' email that was floating around.
2. Yes, they did totally destroy neighborhoods and uproot (or up-cardboard box) entire communities for the Olympics. I used to stay in a hotel a couple blocks from the 'Birds Nest' and it looked nothing like that when I was there.
3. Yes it's dirty. Very dirty there. Here's a clip I ran across today about a place that is not too far from where I used to live.
4. Yes, I used to be bigger than I am now. Much bigger.

Just to show that it wasnt much better in Langfang, here's a couple pics from my trip, showing nearly each of the above points:

Picture 1: My Peeps! Cute little fellas huh?
Picture 2: From my hotel deck (15th floor) pointing down in the morning.
Picture 3: The Promenade in Langfang, actually it's the sidewalk in front of my hotel
Picture 4: From the Shitty Celebrity International Hotel in Beijing. This whole neighborhood is gone now (Olympics)
Picture 5: Chubby across from Tienanmen Squared
Picture 6: Apartments in Langfang from the 7th floor of my hotel/apartment
Picture 7: Construction. See, over there, that's a crane.
Picture 8: Peope at Tienanmen Square waiting to see The Chairman's body. Sickos. (note 'The Chairman' is Mao, not to be confused with 'The Chairman of the Board', which is Sinatra)

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Hobo Village @ 50mm

My last set of pictures from San Diego. All of these pictures were taken along the Seaport Village boardwalk, the same place where you can sign up for a tour of a pirate ship or to take a boat around the harbor, the same place people jog in spandex and sports bras, the same place that everyone says 'this is the most beautiful place in the world'.

Sunday, August 17, 2008


Throughout my life, I've had my entire CD collection stolen twice. Luckily, by the second time (Junction City, KS), I was smart enough to backup my collection. Since then, I've amassed a fairly large music collection. Now I've got two sets of information competing for space on my computer, several tons of music and a rapidly growing collection of pictures.

Now that the summer is winding down(ish), I've put together a mixtape of music that makes me happy for summer. Some make me want to dance, others make me want to be driven around town with the windows down and my eyes closed others remind me of better, or worse, summers. You can check it out here:
Summer Songs To Smile By

You can also check out more pictures from San Diego here:

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

A Great Video

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

My First Non-Food or Bathroom Related Race

So, people do crazy stuff when they've been drinking. Some get tattoos, some get married, some drive their cars very fast towards immovable trees. I accidentally signed up for a 5k race in San Diego. My first 'race' ever.

The morning of the race, I woke up three hours after getting home and headed out to find the starting gate. So, picture this - over 300 racers standing around in all states of stretching and warming up. People in head-to-toe spandex, others wearing the little shorts with the slit up the side, bony collarbones and veiny legs all surrounding one guy, sitting on a curb, all by himself. This poor soul does not fit in. He's wearing an extremely worn out pair of Nikes with black tube-socks, gray basketball shorts and a plain white T-shirt, the one he wore the night before, with a small wine stain just above the belly. He's also got a blue headband on his grape, headphones in his ears, is sucking back a coffee and staring blankly at the ground. Maybe you feel sorry for this guy, maybe you think he's a hobo.

Nope, that's me.

By the time it was said and done, I ran a 22 minute 5k, something just above a 6-minute mile. I finished 10th in my age group, 63rd overall out of a stack of 320 GIS nerds. In my defense, if they had taken blood alcohol content or cigar frequency into account, I probably would have won.

Anyway, here's a few more pictures from San Diego.

Monday, August 11, 2008

First Ten From The West Side

So, after a long-slash-short seven days in San Diego, enjoying the sun and all that stuff, I've finally started going through all my pictures. I spent some time here last year but didnt have a camera with me, so I made up for lost time on this trip, in more ways than one. There's really too many to toss up at once, so I'm doing the phased approach.

So here I am, kicking it Eastern style, realizing that I've spent time in all four of the mainland timezones in the past two weeks, and wanting to reflect on the past, but I cant. It's just not worth it, life is too short. There's already enough people out there who blame todays gray skies on last week's rain. I know how you roll.

Enjoy the pics. There'll be more to come when I find myself back at the wood and brick house for more than 32 hours. There's nowhere to go but down from these I'm sure.