Monday = Nofunday.

Sometimes when I'm looking for inspiration I like to check out various photo essays. David Alan Harvey's Burn magazine is consistently updated with new, really interesting photo essays. I especially like the Rodeo one, and one titled Teen Pregnancy.

I've been listening to Matt and Kim a lot lately, and here's their song Daylight. It's been snowing here on the Island, and I could use some more daylight. From the sun, please.



A photo... remembering the good times. Mathieu and I skied Fissile Mountain Banana and then Saddle Chutes over a two day period this time last winter. I wish I was playing in the snow right now. Well, other than the no centimeters of snow that have fallen in Victoria today.

Still reveling in the stoke.

So, I'm still on holiday/real life mode and can't get my mind off of the Revy good times. This time, enjoy the pictures to music:



Linds and I went for a night time adventure and inbetween jumping jacks and postholing through the snow, I captured these beauties. Composition cred goes to Lindsay for the Smokestack one.






Peace out homies, I have some homework to get back to.

Revel-stoke!

I recently had the opportunity to bust a move down to beautiful Revelstoke, BC, to do some RMR pow-slaying and Great Northern Cat-Skiing. I spent one day skiing the resort with my lovely friend Lindsay, and we were lucky to run into a Whistler friend, Ryan, while were were there:



Then I spent three days at Great Northern with my dad, brother, and sister for some pow slayage. It had snowed a meter the week before and that left the avalanche danger at a slightly unsatisfactory danger level. We dealt with it by sticking in the trees or staying on fairly mellow terrain or short steep pitches. We had fun:







I am tired. Long drive. More later.

I try not to take pleasure in other peoples suffering. If other people, however, are my friend Jon, I don't necessarily take pleasure, but I do take photos. Or 'make' photos, as it were. Jon made this picture. He smoked a boulder with his head and a tree with his thigh. Subdural Hematoma or something. He couldn't walk for a week. Looks painful:



As I sort through my best photos, I realize that I get my best photos when I'm adventuring. I should probably adventure more.

Currently listening to new K'Naan, can't put one of his new videos up, so this will have to do for now (from his last album, the dusty food philosopher):

I made some blue muffins, muffin.

I put some blueberries in my honey bran muffins tonight... the muffins came out blue. Hazards of the trade, I suppose. Blue tastes good and broken. Silly things won't stay together = massive muffin fail.

4:30am start tomorrow, gonna serve coffee to Satan and watch her steal the Globe and Mail.

Troubadour, K'Naan's newest album, came out today. I purchased it on handy dandy ole iTunes and it's terrific. Good music to ski/bike/run/homework to.

Hey Carlos, I dare you to propose to that girl over there.

I think daring people to do stuff is really great, and after we get out of junior high, it doesn't happen often enough. Today I witnessed my new friend as he proposed to a girl on her stagette in Whistler. It was terrific. She almost left her future husband for him.

I have much admiration for people who can't back down from a dare, I'm unfortunately not one of them. One day, perhaps. I'm a dreamer, afterall...

K'Naan is a dreamer, his new album says so. Troubadour comes out on Feb 24th in Canada. Stoked:



A photo. I likes this dj, he has good style.

This song sounds like math. If math... was... music.

If you get the chance, take a listen to this.

It sounds like math, seriously.

I haven't taken any photos in a few days, too busy working/running/sleeping/biking/hardnewsfinding.

So.... an oldie (but a goodie.)

So I'm sitting in class learning about keyboard shortcuts. It would be sweet if there was a keyboard shortcut, like Command + E = End Class. I'm going to program my compy 686 to do that.

To help pass the time, I was watching music videos without sound on YouTube. I came across The Presets new video. I still haven't listened to the song, but judging by the vid it must be awesome:



... I hope the song is good. Sorry if it isn't.

Aaaaand. A photo:

Linda on her wedding day

Get Your Fash. Put It On.

Wow. They (not sure whom) say that if you want to get something done, ask a busy person to do it. They (whomever they were) were right. I'm busy, and therefore I get stuff done. For the most part at least. For example, I got a splash page done for my website. I'm obviously not a web guru.

On to more interesting things...

I'm really excited about this band lately, it might be because I bought a mandolin to occupy me in my free time. It's sitting gathering dust right over there in the corner.

Tallest Man on Earth



I shot a fashion show a few weeks ago, here's a sneak peek:



I'll try to be more responsible about posting on this, since my website only has a splash page thus far. Is there an herbal supplement I can take to increase wittiness? I like witty blogs.

Hey you Guys....!

Off to Oregon... the ferry is a time machine transporting us back to 1959, stairs watch your step use handrail signs use fonts not found on computers these days.

Conversation drifts from adventures to route planning to school to snow.

Five days and no set schedule = Heaven. Land Ahoy! Claire sees lights, we see good times. Oh, another ferry, but first - Norway. What? Norway in the middle of Washington? Poulsbo? Coolsbo.

I can fly Jack, I can fly! Pulling in on a spaceship smooth sailing until Mia begins the sound effects.

Pouring coffee into tea is an easy mistake when you're blonde. This hot chocolate isn't warm enough. Drink fast, too fast, full. Baileys warm? Hmmm.

A troll lives under the bridge on Troll Ave. He's crushed a VW bug in his troll hand. Susie sticks her head up his nostril as punishment. Punishment for whom, Mia wonders.

Alarm goes off at six in the morning. The coffee shop will be closed tomorrow for reasons that are none of your business.

We've caught up with the rain, turn around to stay dry. Gumboots are life preservers in a puddlesome world. Bye boys, perhaps we'll see you on the way back home from this obamanation.

Yurt. A dry oasis in the middle of a soggy forest. Maybe one will be available. WE can eat yogurt and dessert in the yurt. Or something.

All hoodies should come with thumb holes. Wait- what city is this? No way we're in Portland already. Oh no! We're in Portland, we don't want to go to Salem, that's South! Exit exit exit!


Saturday Market in the rain. Torrential downpour. Fork ring, forking awesome. try the cashews and kettle corn, sorry sir we'll come back later. Not. Get lost trying to find Mia's art school, so, kids aren't allowed coffee but adults are? That means us, I think. Drink up. No milk, sugar cube tastes square. Don't be a square, sugar.

So, you're saying there are no yurts? My life for a yurt! What's a team awesome bike gang to do? The tent is home, and sweet. Home sweet tent.

Here comes the sun... just kidding. No sun here. It's alright, we'll go for a hike. Rubber boots. Dry and clammy when schmucking through mud and guck. I have a chocolate headache, eat no drink more wine - no I want water help.

Drink chocolate water after a long walk down the beach. It looks like someone dumped laundry detergent in the water, it's like the world's biggest bubble bath. Shut up Babushka. Is peeing contagious? It seems like I do it more often when I'm around you Susie, Mia cries.

If I ever see a picture of a box of crabs- I'm taking a picture of it, I swear! Are you certain you want a picture of a picture of a box of crabs, really?

Tillamook is way down there, did you realize it's only 8:30? Bed time pretty much. After last night at least.

Wind burnt cheeks and organic supper. Are jet puff marshmallows organic? Scratch that. Land of the Goonies... Haaaay you guys! None of us have one eye bigger than the other thank goodness.

The motel room is a mixed up mess of gumboots, wet and dry clothes and girls. We ran forever this morning. All the way to the spit, two hours seemed like two minutes in howling wind and stationary driftwood.

Rock hard loaf fortunately doesn't taste like rocks. My teeth thank you, sir.

I'm full of mystery... and botulism - says the tin can with a missing label. Yum, I wonder what botulism tastes like.

The sisters went surfing so Susie and I are left with time and potential adventure. Caffeine, locals and a carefree girl working in the book store. For some reason I feel the urge to buy a book every time I enter a bookstore. For the sake of my wallet I should probably stay out of them.

Of course I bought the Elements of Style book. Of course. I'm pretty excited now that I've finally got concrete proof that nauseous means sickening, and not sick-feeling. Take that, all you haters! Hate on, haters. Take a sip of some more haterade, why don't you. Nauseous. Now I feel nauseated.

We bought a dragon kite to fly, haven't had time yet and it may not survive the journey. Too windy for the frisbee too, bummer. The lady workign the front desk at the sunset surf motel is a living (barely) breathing smoking poster girl. Like you see her on a poster and you'll never smoke, ever. She also keeps some pretty interesting company. We got back to the motel to see her int he back room with a tall, rather Alfred-Hitchcockesque character, freaking out at her, his bottle of booze cleverly disguised in a paper bag. That's legal here in lovely Manzanita.