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This past weekend was spent going deep behind Kirkwood to score some delicious spring conditions. The skinning was ideal, the snow we skied ranged from dense sugary winter snow, to perfect corn and by the end of the day, skinning out on the resort at 5:30 (!!!) it was especially nice to not have to wear head lamps on our exit. Daylight savings time thank you! onto the pics….
We knew it would be a special day when we saw this guy and his zebra tights first thing in the morning.
Dave and I getting skins ready for the long trek out
our destination, the main objective was to ski the obvious chute looker’s left of the summit
However, as we made our way across the ridge we realized the open face looker’s right of the summit was chock full of dense winter snow and a sustained steep pitch into a wide open snow field. We were tempted, and rewarded.
Me loving the big carve in great winter snow under the California sun.
Kelly on the boot pack back up looker’s right of the chute
Mouth of the chute, nice moment in the sun
This was Kelly’s project so she got first tracks in the fresh chute, nice turn.
Dave ripping up a nice wall ride on the inside
A nice line and a great day in the mountains with friends.
Sometimes you don’t even realize it’s happening. One second you’re thinking about what to have for lunch, next thing you know you’re questioning why you never made out with Kate Scales during Field Day back in 7th grade, but she was soooooos clumsy, if you really had 2 left feet, would it really be a disadvantage or could you possibly be the next Ronaldinho? the world would love you and they’d make special shoes for you and perhaps everyone would start changing the way their feet were shaped and directed. Man, Paul Galvin walked like such a spaz, but he did buy me that Italian sub one time for fixing his brakes after he wrecked so hard at that library jump we built, that thing was awesome, I think I did my first shifty off that thing, it was probably two inches but it felt like 6 or 7 feet, I should get back into riding bmx, get all retro and wear a headband, start a company called BMXXX, hahahahhaa, man I could totally crack myself up all day if I lived on a desert island, but the coconut would get old really quick……
I’ve been to Amsterdam twice and never been tempted to try the spacecakes that are advertised throughout the Lumiere Rouge district of town. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t want to be any more spaced out than the good boy Jah-Ras would have wanted me when I’m surrounded by throngs of people on old rickety bikes, waaaaaaaa-hay-hay-hay-haaaaay too drunk Brits and neon lights framing stolen Russian 16 year olds trying to sell your you their sexy time.
However, everything has its time and place and if I was say, sitting on top of Mt St Helena during a full moon in the dead of July with clear skies and my bros, sleeping bags, hard candy and the jolly soul Jah-Ras all around me, I would no doubt clown around with some spacecakes provided some crafty buster doug had one of those rad-gnar radios where I could play burned cds of these space sounds. Dr. Don Gurnett and the University of Iowa has been collecting and recording these far out out mamas for a while. The experience of listening to them need be appreciated with the most open of minds. Once you allow yourself to let go and not try and interpret what you’re hearing (harder than I first thought) the effects are delicious.
Where there are no limits, there is only potential, dig on that, space case.
I’d like to introduce Kevin Richardson, a biologist based in South Africa who specializes in heavy petting Lions, Cheetahs, and notoriously unpredictable Hyenas. I commend this guy, but also obviously feel the suspect realm of disbelief come creeping in like a bull through a china shop. You’re burly man, for sure, no doubt about it. You’re sleeping with the kings of the jungle like Hugh Heffner in the middle of an 8-some in 1982. But how long is that luck going to last my friend. Are you trying to die!? Irwin, that grizzly bear guy, and who’s next friend? Love them, give them respect, don’t be a meal.
This Ruben Alcantara video has the best bmx riding I have ever seen, some of the moves he pulls seem to defy physics, absolutely incredible to watch this guy and his flow. Keep it up Ruben, damn!
I woke up on Monday morning and checked my email at home in my robe and crown as I always do, except this morning there was a link sent from Seth about a job opportunity. It looked very promising, a pr agency based in Seattle that specialized in technology, but the overriding message of the job listing was that this was a NO BS!! agency where typical pr flightiness and overly enthusiastic sophmoric dribble would not be tolerated. I got into my career by chance. I did not necessarily plan to go this route, but it has been pretty rewarding so far albeit the sometimes painful and wince-inducing pr people you meet and their faces and way they talk and move and breath. It can be very trying.
So when I saw this post on CL I was refreshed, impressed and immediately sent my resume and a bold, invigorating cover letter that highlighted my substantial relevant experience, love for rope swings, swimming holes, my prowess in the kitchen (out of the office multi-tasking, bitches!) and expressed my interest in learning more about the agency and what kind of colleague they wanted to find. Here’s where things went into the brown river. The email address was [redacted]@[pragencyofyourchoice].com. I sent my striking letter and resume with my picture of baby Jesus and Fidel Castro on it and almost immediately was sent back a Mail Notification saying the email address I sent the materials to had “permanently failed.”
I figured it was my error and double checked the email address, but indeed, that was just fine. Proactive titan that I am, I picked up the phone and called to ask about the faulty email address. The girl who answered told me it was a simple misunderstanding and the email address in the post had been misprinted by one letter. I told her of the mistake and re-sent the email. After not receiving even so much as a confirmation (pretty typical these days) I became a little nervous. I called the agency and the woman who answered was in fact the person I was attemtping to send the email to originally. Thinking I had found a fountain of fortuity I relayed the story and soon learned that in fact the email address that the girl gave me was incorrect (2 incorrect emails so far in one attempt to apply for a job.) The receptionist told me to send the email to a shortened version of the woman’s full name as the address, when in fact, it was the woman’s full name that was her email address (following? I’m really trying Dolf-Lundgren-hard here to be nice here and not burn bridges.)
So I feel as though I have it all figured out, and resend the email, again. Couple hours later no response, I kindly request a confirmation and nope, nada. Finally, I get another email from her, saying she did not receive my email and in combin through her information I see what has to be one of the most bombastic minor details man has known. Let’s say this woman’s name is Sarah and her email address is suppoed to be Sarah@[pragencyofyourchoice].com but in reality, or more appropriately this agency’s twisted form thereof, her email address is Sarha@[pragencyofyourchoice].com and that was never confirmed or explained. It was pronounced as the former, just to be clear.
So once this is all cleared up and it is confirmed that my email went through to the appropriate channel Sarah writes back to say “so how did you get my email? are you responding to an ad? what kind of position are you looking for?”
I’m not sure where this is going, but I’ll keep everyone posted on this very important time in my life. I’m not blaming anyone that’s for sure, but, COME ON!!!!
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