FAIR TRADE FAIR AT ST. LAWRENCE BASILICA, FOR DAD

My dad organizes and runs the Fair Trade Fair at St. Lawrence Basilica in Asheville, NC. I attended and put together this video to commemorate the day. Music is "Flying Nomura Theme Part 1" provided by Marley Carroll.

ASHEVILLE RITES PROJECT

The Asheville R.I.T.E.S. Project was a public performance Saturday, May 21, 2011, in the RiverLink Sculpture and Performance Plaza in Asheville, NC.

Brooklyn Sorachi Ace Saison

Sorachi Ace Saison from Brooklyn. 7.2 %. Hopped and rehopped after primary with rare Sorachi Ace hops, and bottle fermented with champagne yeast. Dry and spicy with lemon zest. Paired with homemade pizza.

Rodenbach Flemish Red Brown Ale. Its very sour.

BOUGHT A TENT, PUT IT UP QUICK

DEBUT DEBUT: Just found this timelapse I shot of my putting up a tent I had just bought in 2010. Ha!

Shut Up and Let's Make Nasty

Shut Up and Let's Make Nasty by Brittany Waller (VJ Adham Videomix) from Adam Hillberry on Vimeo.


First video mashup. I did it with a non-linear video editor and not vj software. Song by Brittany Waller at http://soundcloud.com/brittanywaller.

A New Short Film: 'The Further You Crawl'

'The Further You Crawl' is a short film I wrote and shot during a snowstorm in January 2011 in Asheville, NC. The actors are Casey Morris as William and Aaron Dahlstrom as Robert. Thanks to Molly Freeman for the blood work and Corinne Longman for keeping the shoot orderly. And also the fine actors.

Forevertron

Skyline from train

Riding the Loop

Dunkin

National Museum of Mexican Art in Pilsen

Real

Indianapolis Now on to Chicago

Long lost art in Lexington KY

Kentucky!

Kentucky!

Mayfel's -Come To EAT

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Prom party at the Grey Eagle. Floating Action, DJ Rob of 80's night and Kovacs and the Polar Bear played. We all got gussied.

I did this poster design for Garth Grimball. The shows are this weekend.

Dad Graphic from Father's Day. Oh, Karen, how you do get along!

Zach Galifinakis at The Admiral. You can kind of see his hat. He was straight dorkin'. Wearing headphones and hanging out for a while.

Seawhistle Playing at Stella's

It's Not A Bucket


Robot-Controlled Camels



Marine Grandparent



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I Love You, Michael Pollan/Ambivalent Polyamory

ActionFest Stuntshow 2010

ActionFest Saturday Stuntshow at Carolina Cinemas in Asheville, NC. Chuck Norris arrived the next day to accept his first lifetime achievement award. The stuntshow boasted some high dives as if falling from a building, an airplane jump and Rocketman.

Geoffrey Scott Walks at Graduation

My brother, Geoffrey Scott Hillberry, graduated from East Carolina University on May 8, 2010. Here he is walking across the stage.

Lundi Gras 2009

Footage of my trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. This footage is all from Shrove Monday, Lundi Gras, festivities. Some from the Zulu's Lundi Gras Festival in Woldenberg Park. It was a great day.

Ice Cream at Static Age Records April 5th, 2010

See the whole Ice Cream show on my Youtube Channel

It's hard to lead a cavalry charge if you think you look funny on a horse. -Adlai Stevenson

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. -Dolly Parton

Live so that when your children think of fairness, caring and integrity, they think of you. -H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Jason Ajemian, High Life, Static Age Records, Asheville, NC

Jason Ajemian and the High Life at Static Age Records, Lexington Avenue

Jacob Wick (trumpet/vox), Peter Hanson(saxophone/vox), Owen Stewart-Robertson(guitar/vox) & Marc Riordan(drums/vox)

Help Justin Holt Win the 98.1 The River Garageband Competition

Justin Holt entered a song into a contest at a local radio station and they've decided to determine the winner by online votes. The stakes are high (winner gets a new laptop, gear, studio time, radio play, and more), so he's out on the campaign trail. If you have a second, you can follow this link to hear his song (its number 18):

Listen here: It's number 18: 'Foxes'

This link will take you to the voting page:

http://theriverasheville.com/City-Mac-Voting-Form/6701003

If those addresses are wrong for some reason, go to http://theriverasheville.com and follow the instructions on the homepage. I'm looking for all the votes I can get, so pass it on if you don't mind.

Thank you ever so kindly,

BY THE WAY, Voting ends this SUNDAY AT MIDNIGHT (4/4/10)!!

Cassoulet

Cassoulet. Browned Italian sausage, pulled pork and bacon (also can use duck, chicken or other whole pork cuts); add chopped onions, garlic and carrots and saute; add tomato puree or sauce; move to butter and oil greased pan; pour on a ton of white beans (I used butter beans); add water until it barely covers beans; bake an hour to hour and a half; remove and add bread crumbs or crushed crackers and parsley; broil until crusty. Delicious.

I vaguely used this recipe as a guide.

We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them. -Albert Einstein

A friend is one of the nicest things you can have and one of the best things you can be. -Douglas Pagels

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower. -Hans Christian Andersen

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. -Claudia Ghandi

The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things. -Henry Ward Beecher

Unselfish and noble actions are the most radiant pages in the biography of souls. - David Thomas

Only cat lovers know the luxury of fur-coated musical hot water bottles that never go cold. - Susanne Millen

The reason that the all-american boy prefers beauty to brains is that he can see better than he can think. -Farrah Fawcett

To be able to find joy in another's joy, that is the secret of happiness. - Georges Bernanos

Moving Day

Sped up 1000 percent or 10 times. Thanks to those who helped.

Mythical creatures are hot right now

Sea Breeze

A young man opens the door and walks into the room, dimly lit and almost empty, and goes to find a seat at the bar. Another man sits at the bar, where a few empty glasses sit. The man straddles the bar stool beside the old man, removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie. The bartender approaches. The man orders.
"I'll have a bourbon on the rocks, please."
"Coming right up."
The man looks around the place, kinda smoky and certainly a dive. He looks at the old man beside him, who hasn't moved a muscle since he walked in. The man is sitting; leaning on the bar with his elbows, staring at his drink. A tall glass with a little light red liquid still in the bottom. Lime rinds float on top and a straw sticks out of the glass. The newer patron speaks to him.
"Hello, there. How're you doing this evening?"
The old man seems to not notice. The young man leans in and looks around the other fellow.
"Hello, there. How's it going?"
"Oh, I'm alright," he almost screams.
The young man jumps. He gives the older patron another look over. The bartender returns with the bourbon and sets it on the bar in front of the man.
"Do you come to this bar often?"
The old man doesn't move.
"Do you frequent this bar often," the young man repeats. Again, nothing but silence from the old man. The young man frowns, picks up his drink and his jacket and moves a few bar stools down the bar.
"Everyday," the old man croaks.
The man again looks around the bar. There are four other people in the bar and nobody seemed to have heard the other man's rather loud and delayed outburst. The young man moved closer to the old man and began to sip his drink.
The old man leans forward and takes a long pull on his straw, sucking up the remaining liquid and creating a loud sucking sound. He spits the straw out of his mouth.
"I've been coming to this bar everyday for the last 34 years. Its the only way I get away from my wife, Carla. She's a nagging brutish woman. I come here to get out the house. And by the time I head home again, I'm much more adjusted to deal with her antics."
The young man looks around the bar again. The old man stared straight ahead as he spoke and still very loudly and shrill.
"That certainly seems like a good reason to get out of the house. I'm just off from work myself."
The old man sits there, unflinchingly. His head suddenly bobs in what could have been a nod had it not stopped where it didn't begin. The young man reacts, moving to catch him as though the old man was falling to the floor, but he stays seated and upright. The old man remains calm.
"I've just finished with a big case today and I wanted to come out and unwind a bit. Have a few...," he trails off.
"Tommy, I'll have another Sea Breeze. With gin. Sea Breeze with gin this time, Tommy," the old man barks.
The bartender comes and removes the older patron's glass. The young man looks at the bartender and the bartender shoots him an empty glimpse back before turning away. The young man turns and looks around the bar. Nobody moves and it was quiet except for the the hum of a refrigerator, the ceiling fans and the bartender preparing a drink. The young man turns back to the bar and sips half his bourbon.
"You must be celebrating then," the old man yells. "This is an alright place to unwind in. I've been unwinding here for 34 years. To get away from my wife, of course."
The bartender brings the older patron's drink, a milky-bright red liquid with lime on top.
"Sea Breeze with gin, Abraham. Here ya go."
The bartender sits the glass in front of the older patron and walks away. The old man remains unmoved. The young man picks up his jacket and his drink and moves to his second bar stool. He takes a few sips of his bourbon.
"Thank you, Tommy. How about a toast, to celebrate your work tonight," the old man squawks.
The young man looks down at the wood on the bar. He inhales deeply, looks up and around the bar. Flies are humming in the air near a trashcan. The old man sticks his arm out and grabs his Sea Breeze. The young man stands up and comes over to the old man.
"To your work: may good work always come to a close and lead to good associations. To drinking while associating and drinking always following good work," the old man somehow screeches.
The young man smiles and taps his bourbon to the old man's Sea Breeze. The old man wavers and unsteadily holds onto his drink, spilling a bit of the liquid from his glass on the bar. He raises his glasses up and takes the straw in his mouth. Each man takes a long drink. The young man quaffs the whiskey and places his empty bourbon glass on the bar. The bartender approaches the young man. The old man remains sipping through his straw. He finally finishes sipping and sits his glass, almost half full, awkwardly back on the bar.
"I'll have another bourbon," the young man says to the bartenders. "Thanks. That was a fine toast. Appropriately capped off the..."
"My name is Abraham," the old man bounds.
"My name is Rick. Nice to meet you, Abraham."
The old man turns and looks at the young man. He looks at the young man in astonishment, then screws his face up disgusted and shakes his head in disbelief. The old man looks to be staring through the young man. The bartender brings another bourbon. The old man turns back and, leaning back on the bar again, sips his drink. The young man sits quietly and sips half of his bourbon. The old man spits out his straw.
"Its nice to meet you too, Rick. I haven't had a drinking partner since I can't remember."
"Its no problem, Abraham."
The young man looks around the bar again and glances down at his watch. The young man motions to the bartender to come over and hands him some cash. The young man lifts his drink and swills the rest of the glass.
"Abraham, I've got to run. It was nice to meet you. Thanks for the camaraderie. Maybe I'll see you around."
The young man looks at the old man, staring ahead, motionless. The young man stands up, puts on his jacket and starts walking towards the door.
"Well, alright, Rick. It was nice to meet you also. I'm going to go home to my wife, Carla. Maybe tonight will be the night. See you around, Rick."
The young man walks out and the bar once again grows silent.

Mayfel's Bloody Mary Bar