FINALLY.

UMBER STUDIOS AUGUST 29TH 2009 AT 8PM YOU WILL EXPERIENCE THE BEST SUMMER EVER.

Creeping around his studio for months. Losing his mind. Leaving neurotic notes taped to my bedroom wall at 8am. Buying cans of shitty beer and saving them for the sake of art (DO NOT CRUSH THAT CAN). Disappearing acts. Reappearing acts. Acts. Future Time Space Travel. Friends peeking in to see progress. Not making progress? No Sunday dinners. No money. No time. No time like the now. Documentation. Exploration. Breaking and mending of hearts. Farts. No bike. No Bike. NO Bike. NO BIKE. BIKE BIKE BIKE!

Welcome to the world of Tucker Jaymes Gerrick (Summer 2009). Why?

So he can bring you the world of Tucker Jaymes Gerrick (Summer 2008).

Best Summer Ever.

If you were there you need to be here.

If you weren't you'll wish you had been.

Come join us as we celebrate the Proof of Youth and all things alive.

an anthem.

an anthem for life.

it's the spending of youth.

it's cherishing the moments.

it's the in between.

it's the too much and not enough.

It's the best summer ever.

Family and Memories of Family

My grandmother was an amazing woman. She and my grandfather helped raise me as my parents struggled through late adolescence and early adulthood having me, going to school, and working. She was diagnosed with an insanely aggressive brain tumor on Christmas Eve 2008 and passed away just months later. My grandfather keeps an amazing Caring Bridge journal, which I haven't read since she passed away. I'm easily susceptible to tears, and I'm already crying as I write this. I miss her and regret all of the days I didn't spend with her during my life. You really don't know what you have until it's gone.

My grandma was a compassionate woman who gave her time, energy and money to the local hospice organization in her home town. When she was in her final days hospice was there for her and my family and for that we are incredibly grateful. Last week there was a golf tournament (my grandma LOVED to golf), and fundraiser for the local hospice group and my family attended. A lot of people had a lot to say about her, and I can only hope that my life touches as many people in as positive a manner as hers did. My grandpa was able to say a few words to those at the dinner, and it was the first time I've seen him publicly address a room without breaking down himself since her passing. Maybe that's part of the healing process? Anyway. Point of all of this is simple. Love the people in your life and show them you do as much as you possibly can. Make a difference to others. Be caring and compassionate and give all that you have to make yourself and those you care about happy. These are the things that matter.

My absolutely adorable grandpa ^

Cousins. Such a funny, smart group of boys. ^

My cousin Kaitlyn and her boyfriend. She's the bees knees. ^

Elly ^ Hearts for this girl.

This is what it looks like when you run around a golf course with your cousins ^

My aunt Julie, my uncle Darren, and my Mom.

Being themselves. ^

Brother. Dad. Mom.

<3

My Dad and I. I look especially greasy which I'm sure he loved. That's what happens when you don't sleep, fly home, and drive an hour to be with your family.

I look like a nerd in this photo, but my mom looks like a total babe so I'm going to post it. Those are motorcycle jackets for those who are wondering why my Dad and brother look like they're glowing.

So. Thank you for reading the above if you did. Hope you take it to heart.

Love you all.

I took a trip (not to Reykjavik)

This is what really drunk on a Sunday night in Austin looks like ^

This is what sitting at the Denver airport with a hangover on Monday looks like ^

Did Someone GET CRYPHY.

Last months GET CRYPHY. We had NO motivation to go, and then Damian told us that he and Wizzard were going. WHAT THE! If they're going we have to go (was the general consensus). Guess who didn't show up?

Kyndra and Janessa jammin^

AGGRO Nate and Dustin^

This is the start of the sweat factory ^

Hunkle was in the sweat factory^

So was Mike^

I was the Mayor of Sweat.

Hahaha^

Lovebirds^

Until the real Mayor showed his face^

I think what she means is "Holy Shit, it is hot as hell up in this VIP"

and I'm saying "Hell yeah it is, let's peace out"

That is not how the night ended. But it makes for good photo narration.

Random August Days and Nights

A few random pics from August to enjoy:

Sam and Erik getting awesome at Triple Rock ^

Went back to Donny Dirk's. Still love it. They call their champagne cocktails Bubbly on the receipt which made me love it even more. (TIP: Try either the Rhubarb or Grapefruit champagne cocktails - you won't be sorry).

Got to hang out with the little bro a couple days this month, that is always awesome. He and Michelle also getting awesome at Triple Rock ^

One and only Roomie at TRock. ^

Samwich ^. Get it?

Fuck. Sorry for the bad joke. But SERIOUSLY. Look at those two giants. Also, it looks like I have the most enormous boobs ever in that picture. For the record, I don't.

Sushi at Fuji Ya with Jen and Kelly. Lovely.

I love Minneapolis ^

Breakfast date ^

Saw this ^ as we were chatting on our morning date. Awesome. How embarrassing.

Tucker Jaymes looking fresh in the morning ^

Need a haircut? Just come over to my house. I guess???

Papa Steve and Rowan. Red Stag Block Party ^

Rocco Espinoza ^

Cuddler ^

See the white box in the photo with the arrow? Look closely. Mike and I were walking over the Hennepin Ave bridge and saw this unidentifiable mammal. Solve the mystery!

Man on bridge. Being chased by machine.