Where Is Home?

I need a few days off to recover from last weekend. Old college friend Jon Miller got married on Saturday at a golf course in Pennsylvania and yours truly set the new course record for Gin & Tonics consumed in one evening. And apprently G&T's fuel and embolden me to become the world's drunkest wedding photographer. In between drinks, I was running around the dance floor popping my flash every three seconds. It was a lot of fun. Too much actually. Oh, and did I mention the wedding was Metallica themed? Yes, "Master of Puppets" was played during the night, along with the accompanying air guitar. Visual evidence tomorrow.

I had to get up fairly early on Sunday and fight my hangover so I could get back in time for the 3 p.m. kickoff at RFK as D.C. United took on the NE Revolution in a very important Eastern Conference showdown. The boys in black fell behind 2-1 early in the 2nd half but scored three unanswered goals to pull out a 4-2 win. And for the record, sitting on the pitch taking photos in 90+ degree weather when you haven't eaten all day is not at the top of my list of things to do when you're hungover.

This week is just as hectic. I'm off to Texas for the Austin City Limits Festival on Thursday. If you're heading down there, give me a shout.

The science of Gangsta Rap.

I love it when Agent Zero tells the Gary Payton story.

Blur is reportedly about to become Blur again.

Re: My Morning Jacket. Here they are doing Elton John's "Rocket Man."