dear internet,

i'm watching adaptation, after having made and eaten two gardenburgers, and a bowl of ice cream. all very tasty. i play fast and loose with capitalization, and i think that everyone should. it's not so bad. capital letters are neat, but not nearly as similar to my soft spoken style as these sweet lowercase ones.

i also went to a chiropractor today. i think that he is maybe a quack. he cracked my back. i think that the good part was the massage to "warm me up." my back knuckles are sprained, he said. he got worried when he felt that my thoracic vertebrae 3-5 were compression fractured. it was a surprise to him. it was old news to me.

i don't know what an "adjustment" is, but i had one and now i am supposed to keep coming back indefinitely. i don't think that i will. i have enough expensive problems as it is.

money for nothing
chicks for free

maybe i need to write a song

gone fishin'

one of my guilty pleasures is make yourself by incubus

I distinctly remember my brother telling me about this "cool new rap/rock band" called incubus. He bought Make yourself when I was a freshman in high school, and we listened to it almost constantly on our trips to school. It was a good album over all, obviously a bit lacking lyrically, but great for a fourteen year old.

It's official, I am addicted. I can't stop skiing. I meant to take a few day off before work, but instead I caught a ride up to PCMR and skied all afternoon, hiked Jupiter Peak, and just tore around in general. I may have sprained my thumb. I might cry when summer comes. but then again, there is so much to do in summer.

keep it real

substantial

I haven't written anything substantial in a while, so tonight I will write something great.

Now that I have no homework I have to find something else to master. At the moment, Guitar Hero II appears to be the most viable candidate. It has that inevitable feeling to its candidacy. It draws me in each day, after work I can't help but turn on the playstation and pick up my axe. I'm not sure that it is the best use of my time, but at least it's not the internet, right?

Mitt Romney won Michigan, hope that it wasn't tainted by this, it's tomfoolery I tell you.

I am not a huge fan of the GOP right now. I love morals and all, in fact I have quite scrupulous ones, I just feel that it is as important to encourage equality, fairness, the rule of law, the limitation of power, the support of the poor, and the honor of hard work. I can teach my kids that they shouldn't have sex before they are married, should not have or sponsor abortions, and should love their neighbor. I want the government to teach them math and science, and responsible citizenship. I think it's cool if you agree with me. I think it's ok if you disagree. But please don't throw me in a convenient pile because I think that unions and a minimum wage are good ideas.

When I was four or five years old, I had a tonsillectomy. I could not eat solid food for more than a week, and after a short time I refused to eat liquid food as well. My grandmother flew up to see if she couldn't help my mom take care of me while I was recovering. No food, other than Teddy Grahams that my grandmother fed to me one by one, could sate my hunger. From then on, I knew them as Grammy Bears. Now, much like grilled cheese, they are a food that I can always eat.

get the patron, and tell 'em that it's on

future blog titles

tá ruim, mas tá bom, or how i learned to stop worrying and love obama

the longest yard, or the kentucky bluegrass mile

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woke up late and missed work

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watched the rest of season three of entourage

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blogged

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read a lot of political opinion

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ate an entire bag of gummi worms

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had raisin bran for breakfast

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didn't change out of my pajamas

look at me, blogger extraordinaire. 

i skied with hawkins today. it was epic. words cannot describe the supreme quality and depth of snow, the incredibly blue sky, the fantastic sounds of nature and man in wonderful harmony. i have not smiled or laughed in such a way for many years. it was beautiful and wonderful and will live in my memory for many years. 

i got paid today, for the three days of work that i did before the end of last pay period. making more than ten dollars per hour is nice. so is working nearly full time. in a paycheck sense. working at doing the thing you most love in the world is also nice. today confirmed for me that skiing really is one of the things that i most love doing in the whole world. it's spiritual and physical and a connection with nature and friends and yourself that i can't clearly describe. i love it. 

living in a new house has its ups and downs. one of the ups is creating a tour that entertains people and is a lot of fun. i have a tour guide voice. i tell the same joke repeatedly. i tell children that snow guns produce the clouds that they see in their faraway southern states. i like life. i like friendships, and relationships, and arguments and dates and laughter and beautiful sights and beautiful ideas and beautiful souls. i love nature. 

i think that everyone needs to have a day that is like my today. a release of endorphins, a communion with nature, a renewal of life. 

i guess they call it affirmation

I am living in a fantasy world, and let me tell you why.

I work at a ski resort, making $12 per hour plus tips along with seventy other people to ski. Over the last few weeks PCMR has sold at least 2000 lift tickets per day. Plus lessons, plus overpriced food. Lift tickets cost $81. Pretty impressive that a fun thing to do is worth so much to so many people. It's better than Disneyland, I'll tell you that much.

I have moved into my new house at the riverwoods. It's a fixer-upper, of course, but what college kid house isn't. Within the course of two days it went from being occupied solely by Todd to having me, Kenny King, Brett Denney, and one other guy move in. So it is now full. Pretty impressive. I think that I am going to have to give up my faux king size bed. I'll sure miss it. I get paid on Monday, so hopefully my bank account will have more money in it than my wallet does.

I am excited to have three days off of work, I have been going pretty much nonstop since the 26th, and that is tiring. That means waking up at 630, getting out the door, and driving up the canyon every day for that last 12. Some people have been doing it for twenty or more though, so I have nothing to complain about.

There is a crazy man named Pat Cawley who works for the kids ski school. he stays exclusively with the three to five year olds, and has been there for 12 years, though he has taught skiing at almost all levels. I shadowed him my first day at work, he is a little bit slow. Think an IQ of 70 or so. Also he drools when it is cold out. Also he talks real loud and says things like "It's all good today! Everything's good!" and "We're gonna have a catered lunch today!" even though the lunch is great for kids, bad for adults. The whole reason for describing Pat, who is referred to and refers to himself as Patty Cakes, is a dream that I recently recovered from. Patty Cakes and I were in a police car just outside of Heber, a Crown Vic with undercover lights, and we were just waiting for someone to break the law. We saw a car speeding and took off after it. For some reason, we didn't turn on our siren, Patty Cakes just started flashing out headlights. He was driving, and when the van that we stopped pulled over, he got out of the car and walked up to the guy, said some nonsensical gibberish, as usual, and walked back to the car. I was thoroughly impressed when I woke up. My conclusion: my brain has become a toxic waste dump.

I wish I blogged as much as austin.