It's a beautiful ski day!

After a great snow storm, I made a decision. I was going skiing. After a few runs, I found that four inches of new snow does not cut it for good power skiing. So I decided to do the only thing I knew. I started to stalk the cool skiers. You know who they are, you think you have new skis all nice and parabolic. Now everyone is skiing on water skis, yes you heard me water skis. They look like there about a foot wide.

So here are the guys I followed. We went into dangeroso new territories. Perhaps beyond the final frontier. Yes, we left the ski boundries.

I'm not quite sure that I did anything wrong. I know I was taking my life into my hands (Like every time I went rollerblading down antelope).
So after going under the ropes, my day turned into blissful turns. There is something about fresh powder that you just can't get enough of. It's like cocaine, without the letdown.

Although, the down side is that the most excersize I've done in the last two weeks is turning my key ignition in my car, oh yeah and I think I got someone a drink of water.

Therfore, I had to quit about 3:30 PM. I'm still trying to recover.

But You and I, We've Been Through That

Have you ever been surrounded by people who don't have any idea of what life is about? Who are self absorbed and only care about the next rock show they can see, and how they've been to their favorite band 29 times?

Well, last night that dream came true. These types seem to add nothing to this world and are like black spots on a canvas. These types have no idea what the meanings are behind the words the chant. And yet perhaps they are the lucky ones, never having to see such distances.

Have you ever met someone who facinated you about their life, the places they been, the things they know, their personal philosophies? Well in that same night, I met another who had been to places wonderful to tell, knew new things, valued knowledge. These are they who are the colors of the canvas, and add interest to the game of life.

If you're reading this, it's probably because you add color, so thanks. And as Mr. Dylan said, "let us not talk falsely, because the hour is getting late."

Sleep Deprived

Friday night, I knew I had to go to bed early. I have recently been suffering from a sinus infection, which for me is more serious because sinus infections (sinusitis) can linger on for months for me if I'm not careful.

This was actually the first time I've been sick in almost three years. That is really a record. But for some reason because of really needing to go to bed, I didn't really want to. So I started watching T.V. Then I was watching The Road Warrior, Mel Gibson's first movie. It's quite an odd and primitive show, yet it takes place in the future when the very most valuable commodity is gasoline. After I finished that show, I found the last 30 minutes to Mad Max the sequel to The Road Warrior, (no I didn't find Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome after). Finally about 2:00 am I found another interesting show, Cold Mountain.


Cold Mountain is the story of to young people who fall in love with each other on the even the man has to go to battle during the civil war. Their romantic future life together gives them the determination to get through the horrible things they face with this bloody war. What makes this movie so compelling is the effect of this love for each other has on their character, as well as watching each have to grow and change to cope with this different and demonic world. The girl, raised as a southern belle, has to lay down much of her high society culture and pick the pitchfork and compassion and become a burden lifter. The boy learns that he can run from the fight but must stand and be brave. Although there was a slight liberal tilt to the movie, i.e. deserting the war is ok if you don't agree with the cause, and the real villain of the movie were the enforcers of the war deserters, it truly was uplifting and thought provoking.

For some (sick) reason, I like to watch movies that don't glorify violence. I like to picture myself in these times and think I'd have the courage to do what is right in the most evil of times.

The final, and most interesting side of the movie was when the couple had been apart for so long did meet up with each other; they did not run into each other's arms. They were both hanging on to each other with a thread of hope and both had some knitting to do to restore that love. They especially had difficulty loving after they had been through so much hate and violence.

I can see how this can happen as you may have so many lost hopes of love, and even broken dreams, your heart shuts out this love, and the walls are built.

And so it goes...

of iPod mirrors and buying a home

So I got my iPod back today. This is my Precious IV. I still own the original my precious, but alas II and III have died. This iPod died as I attempted my first 180 while skiing, and no I didn't land it. I'm starting to think my ipod is not the perfect exercise companion. I think #2 died on a trail run down Adams Canyon.

So naturally I decided to see if I could take a picture of myself with my iPod as reflection. Let me tell you it isn't an easy thing to do, but alas, I did manage it. So here it is

Finally, I got a book on buying a home. Its' Buying a Home for Dummies the tip of the day is: Don't buy a home if you still want the option of moving around. So it looks like I'll be renting the rest of my life :(