I guess I just couldn’t Let Go.

I hate to bum you out by talking about feelings but I really don’t remember much else about this party.

The 2012 Indianapolis 500

This year’s race was a little bit quieter and a little bit worse.

The 2011 Indianapolis 500 Mile Race, kind of.

I’m sorry it took so long to post this. But writing about this was a daunting task.

There Has To Be A Night Before

The freaks come out at the night before the race. Or at least they have in previous years.

Austin’s Friday the 13th Party (Shit was bad luck)

Black cats, open umbrellas, spilled salt, broken mirrors, and absolutely no mouth to mouth contact

Another God Damn Let Go

Yet another in a long series of excellent nights filled with the best music and people one could ever hope to be around.

Ransome’s PG13 Star Wars Birthday Party

I would totally have let my 12 year old son or daughter attend this party.

Oh Em Gee. Pretty standard really.

I really wanted to do some dancing at OMG but I just could not stop yawning.

A Tale of Two Mardi Grases (Part 1: Fancy Band Action)

I ain’t no fancy pants. In fact, my pants are probably the least fancy thing about me.

I think I took Let Go a little too literally.

I got stupid drunk and I don’t even remember taking the last 300 pictures. Luckily I’m an amazing photographer so they all came out awesome. I think I could take mind-blowingly good photographs literally in my sleep.

I forgot to post about Manic Monday until Thorazine Thursday

This is a totally fun thing that happens every third Monday, I think. I don’t know for sure. I’m terrible with details.

My budding relationship with Burlesque

This isn’t about Burlesque so much as it is about how much I’m starting to like these girls.

This weekend I made a not-so-shitty book!

Necessity is the mother of invention. It is a necessity that I get a new journal.

Untitled from Jedediah Johnson on Vimeo.

A Note: No Content

I didn’t have any new content for today so I made this song loosely based on my own life about not having content for the day. Please do your very best to try and enjoy it.

Let Go! Canceled (Colon Open Parentheses)

A great dance party is the first official casualty of Snowpacalypse 2K11.

A strongly worded letter to God

Do me a favor. Before you read this, go find the video for “Just the Two of Us” by Will Smith and listen to the kid who I assume is Jaden Smith say, “Dad, this is a very sensitive subject.” Apply that to this blog post. It’s about God and underage girls.

Some guy named Tyler’s birthday

Some dope motherfucker named Tyler had a birthday. And I was there.

Like a fool I went and stayed too long.

Okay. I haven’t been doing as much photography as I’d like so I’ve been neglecting this blog. No more. I will post something on this son of a bitch every weekday for a month. That’s my promise to you. So let’s get into it!

I get all artistic with Emily’s Pictures

A little cropping. A little photoshop. A little seltzer down your pants.

A Big Weekend for Photography (Part 1: Paper Negs)

Booze, Second Chances, A Broken Heart, and Amazing Grace. All in the span of two days in the shadow of Christmas.

Some late night shtttttt!

Dan May is back stateside. Tonight he learned how to make a paper negative. Here is the fruit of our labor. And since I’m all about blending old and new techniques, I effed that ess up in CS5. Boosh! Enjoy.

Journal Flashback: John Dillinger

This entry is from the day between the birthdays of Sean Regan and John Dillinger. There’s a joke somewhere in there involving Sean “Puffy” Combs’ clothing label Sean Jean. But damned if I can find it.

The Pocket Square digital camera

This camera doesn’t totally suck, I guess. But it kind of does.

A major part of my life’s philosophy

I’ve always said that when life gives you a chair surrounded by balloons, write a dumb song and make a music video out of it. Here it is. Enjoy.

Oh Happy Happy Day!

A girl came over to my house for some serious balloon action!

Random Journal Flashback: The Second Girl I Ever Kissed

“Memories. Light the corner of my mind. Misty watercolor memories of the way we were.” -Tom Hanks

The Best Dance Party Ever.

The only time I get off my soap box is to grab a bar so I can wash your mouth out.


In this post my Thanksgiving makes yours look pretty run-of-the-mill. I’m just sayin’.

I am dispatched to Blu. Wherein I find, old people.

This is how you pronounce “Cazh”. Take the word “casual” and cut off the “you all”.

The Fabulous Miss Wendy

For some reason I decided to get catty all over the Fabulous Miss Wendy. Please excuse that.

Nailed it. from Jedediah Johnson on Vimeo.

My Grad School applications are done

I applied to Yale, SAIC, and USC. My fingers will be continuously crossed for the next 3 months or so. I’m so glad to be done with them that I wrote a song. Enjoy it.

Random Journal Flashback: Camping in the Mojave Desert

“You can’t ask a heroin addict if he wants to skip the library and just do a bunch of heroin.”

Problem Solved!

I was feeling down so I came to the grocery store to see if I could find something to cheer me up. And I found that something in the form of a Mix-n-match microbrewery six-pack, Break-n-Bake Toll House Mini’s, and the winter issue of King Magazine. If I could put it all in a blender and cook it down to pill form, I could change the game in the anti-depressant market. This post has 6 hyphens.

This will be my new favorite place

No joke. I was on the way to a landfill to dump some yard waste and rotting chicken for a nominal fee, and spotted this place. No cover. I WILL be coming back. Often. I will call it “The KY K”.

Polaroids of Autumn

Check out my sensitive side and some pretty-ass pictures!

The Midwest Looks Like This

I buy another God Damned camera and take a picture of some kind of God Damned water tank.

Stirring Hips with Andy D

My field trip to Radio Radio in Fountain Square wherein I attend Andy D’s record release party.

A whole new world!

Welcome to my new blog! It’s going to be at least kind of awesome. It should inspire small amounts of awe. It’s going to reflect my fast-paced, no-holds-barred, chicken-in-every-pot, Indianapolis, Indiana lifestyle. To show you what I mean I went out and took a picture of myself in front of our Beef Freezer.