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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15 years ago
1/12/08
1/7/08
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
1/5/08
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.
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.
12/25/07
christmas
#1 merry christmas
#2 For some great reason I love terrible mainstream hip-hop like Bubba Sparxxx and T-Pain. It's just so catchy and fun to dance to. As much as I love Justice I just can't compare it to "The Way I Are." I went and saw Juno. It was poignant and very funny and very well acted and very well shot. I have no complaints and will certainly buy it when it comes out on DVD. An Indie classic. I'm not pretentious enough about film to be able to do this one justice but I liked it a lot.
#3 In one trailer I heard both Regina Spektor and Justice. In the same session I heard Feist. The movie had two Belle and Sebastian songs. The world is quickly spiraling into an independent music abyss. I bet that in the next ten years or so what is considered "mainstream" will be an inch deep and a mile wide. The internet has been the best thing for musicians and the worst thing for record companies. Yeah, musicians can't make a billion dollars as easily, but they can make a thousand or ten thousand fans a lot faster. I would never have heard Regina without the internet, nor Justice, nor any of a hundred bands that I love. This week my iTunes library surpassed twenty gigabytes. That would be unfathomable 10 years ago. 3800 songs, maybe 300 albums, just thinking how much space that would take is mind bending.
#4 I wish people knew how to drive better.
Music is the new food.
#2 For some great reason I love terrible mainstream hip-hop like Bubba Sparxxx and T-Pain. It's just so catchy and fun to dance to. As much as I love Justice I just can't compare it to "The Way I Are." I went and saw Juno. It was poignant and very funny and very well acted and very well shot. I have no complaints and will certainly buy it when it comes out on DVD. An Indie classic. I'm not pretentious enough about film to be able to do this one justice but I liked it a lot.
#3 In one trailer I heard both Regina Spektor and Justice. In the same session I heard Feist. The movie had two Belle and Sebastian songs. The world is quickly spiraling into an independent music abyss. I bet that in the next ten years or so what is considered "mainstream" will be an inch deep and a mile wide. The internet has been the best thing for musicians and the worst thing for record companies. Yeah, musicians can't make a billion dollars as easily, but they can make a thousand or ten thousand fans a lot faster. I would never have heard Regina without the internet, nor Justice, nor any of a hundred bands that I love. This week my iTunes library surpassed twenty gigabytes. That would be unfathomable 10 years ago. 3800 songs, maybe 300 albums, just thinking how much space that would take is mind bending.
#4 I wish people knew how to drive better.
Music is the new food.
12/19/07
finals week is library week
People are leaving town for good, the people I started college with are all finishing college (the girls at least). I have never been happier to get an A- in a class than I was to get one in Political Science 200. I whooped aloud, and that was fine. Even though I was in the library. Also lunch with Hawkins is always great. And my car broke. And I fixed it. And blogging.
People are leaving town for good, the people I started college with are all finishing college (the girls at least). I have never been happier to get an A- in a class than I was to get one in Political Science 200. I whooped aloud, and that was fine. Even though I was in the library. Also lunch with Hawkins is always great. And my car broke. And I fixed it. And blogging.
12/6/07
it is true what you said
that i live like a hermit in my own head
I was looking through my music to try to figure out what i wanted to listen to, and I realized that just like comfort food, grilled cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken noodle soup, green bean casserole, there is comfort music. It's not too healthy, but it makes you feel better about life. Makes you feel warm inside and at home.
I walked down the stairs and saw two people sleeping against the wall, one's body mirroring the other. I don't think that they even knew one another, their common bond was that of the tired student. My comfort music is death cab for cutie for some reason.
I was looking through my music to try to figure out what i wanted to listen to, and I realized that just like comfort food, grilled cheese, mashed potatoes, chicken noodle soup, green bean casserole, there is comfort music. It's not too healthy, but it makes you feel better about life. Makes you feel warm inside and at home.
I walked down the stairs and saw two people sleeping against the wall, one's body mirroring the other. I don't think that they even knew one another, their common bond was that of the tired student. My comfort music is death cab for cutie for some reason.
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