C’mon, you’re not intrigued by that picture? Not even a little bit? I don’t believe you. You’re no fun. I refuse to play along. Really. I do. I won’t. FINE! It’s about a drive from Portland to San Francisco by way of Vacaville, CA. Jeez. Wes Craven’s Newish Nightmare…
I’ll admit, I was not in the happiest mood when I wrote this, and it’s not really what I meant to write. Isn’t that always the way? A snapshot of a moment in San Francisco, a band, and a feeling you get while traveling alone. Put’s the ‘T’ in travel…
A lot of people use the Internet, but like Las Vegas, not a lot of people make money there. Well, I want to make money there. And I want you to, as well. In this post about the art and science of blogging, we tackle making money by using Twitter. Today’s the day…
If you’ve never been to Lincoln, Nebraska on a Cornhuskers game day (I hadn’t), there’s a lot you haven’t seen. It’s basically as ridiculous as Big State college football can get, capped with video from one of the more foul mouthed bands I’ve ever seen. It’s good fun, and I even throw in a pinch of football analysis for my future career at ESPN. It’s football and it’s fun…
Unedited video from Phestival 8. If you would like to view + edit for me, please contact Jordy @ jordy@jordyclements.com or email my alter ego for the weekend. He’s major.
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Adventure racing is at least as fun as it sounds. In one brief night, I drove a golf cart blind folded, almost flipped a canoe, ran amok over a BMX course, and even had time to visit an organic farm afterwords. And no gratuitous bike shorts shots! The adventure begins…
Part 2 covers such hyper important topics as trail mix, hiking style, and why it’s OK to hate people who describe themselves as Early Risers. This one has a lot of good photographs in it. Or at least I think they’re good. Why don’t you tell me what you think of them by commenting at the bottom. Let’s wrap up the Good Times…
After a long road trip, which involved camping in four states (or five if you include a cold night in a Civic at an Idaho rest stop), I realized, “Hey, I know a thing or two about how to have a good time camping.” A blend of humor and advice, read carefully, this is bear country. Let’s camp…
The final chapter in The Road to Omaha Saga. Will Frodo destroy the Ring in time to get to Omaha? Will the Mighty Ducks beat the Russians…and the Cornhuskers? Will Neo be able to decipher the plot to the third Matrix movie? Will anyone read this post after such a crummy lead…? Part 3: I finally make it to Omaha, and then things get heavy. Philosophy heavy. Before that, I manage to stop at roadside attractions spanning nearly three decades of movie references. And all of this happens in Iowa! Who knew?! It’s a wrap…
The saga continues, Wu-tang, Wu-tang. In Part 2 of my journey to Omaha, I attempt to swallow the Midwest whole, with stops in Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and more. Read on for a haiku about why you should never go to Columbus, IN unless you have a damn good reason. It’s a Midwest swing…
