Friday, October 30, 2009

The Wait is Over

October 31, 2009

Our first planned foray into the glorious wilderness of Colorado.
Though it will be day three on skis, it will be my first strapping
skins to my skis and journeying into the mountains. The hum of Moffat
Tunnel will slowly fade to the wind with only our deep breath to
remind us of our existence. Earning our turns to experience the glory
of the wild and remind ourselves we are meager in our existence. In
the wild our presence is prominent and can be countered with great
consequence, so we will tread lightly out of necessity and respect.

It is our hope that humility and patience will lead to exaltation as
we carve through powder with grins on our faces.

We have waited. We are ready.

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

"The Stoke"

The Stoke Meter is reading high right now. As in I'm stoked.

The roads are crap and there really isn't enough snow on the ground for a big storm to be a powder day. You'll just end up hitting rocks and gouge your skis bases.

However, this storm will lead to a big base of snow for the season and the opportunity to reenact Calvin & Hobbes style snow scenes in the front yard.

Either way I am left giddy and excited.

I love the winter.

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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Today's Lesson

How to make images as quickly as possible when they pop into your head.

Everything I do is based on visuals. Blame it on LEGO's, David McCaulay books, video games, or just plain genetics from a set of artistic parents. As such my love for photoshop has grown dramatically over the last year. Whether it is making up websites for prototypical people who don't exist or reminding Jay who has more points in the overall competition for nothing. It is gratifying to make graphics, and fast.

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Monday, October 5, 2009

Food, How I Love Thee

Its no secret or joke. I love making food. All kinds. Mostly the delicious sort.

Tonight's dinner special, pizza with salami, garlic, tomato, scallion, and mozzarella. The pizza stone has become my best friend and were this my home I would most certainly already have built a brick oven in the backyard.

To drink. Argentinian Malbec. My buddy Ben lived there for 9 months and has a distinct preference for South American wines. So I have come to appreciate the Malbec nose, brightness, and flavor.

Sweetening the palate: Peanut butter chocolate chip cookies with coconut. The ole' standby with coconut to change things up. Delicious. There may be more brownie making in the future too. Think cayenne.

These are the meals I savor. Though I find myself wishing I could cook for friends more often and finding fewer of them around. It is probably because I fly by the seat of my pants, but more then likely it is because they are actually busy. We have many things on our plates these days. Commitments. Long days in the office. Enlightenment is becoming brighter as all of those adages from my elders are becoming reality and I thank heaven for my stubbornness that made sure I did whatever they said. It wasn't all completed, but most of it will be, and I will strive to finish the rest.


So I will continue to cook.


Next up on the list of things to cook, adventure.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Its Like Dancing

But your partner is gravity.

and has no problem punching you in the face if you step on her toes.

The last seven seconds are my favorite. Such and opportunistic and artistic way to look at your environment.

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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Its Smells Like Fall and Soup

Which is too say its damp, cloudy, and cold in Colorado.

Saturday was spent creeping through clouds at 8,000 feet with Tom on a trail I've never ridden getting pelted with rain and generally loving it. Definitely the east coast kid in me. Rain and 37'F sure, that's normal.

Clouds broke Sunday mid-day enough to cheer the cross racers on and squeeze in a road ride. Dinner and a concert to follow.

Enough for a great weekend.

But I long for a damp dark road in Somewheresville, VT-MA. Climbing in absolute silence. The only way possible while riding through the
fog. I miss the cheers of friends as we slip, slide, and dart through yellow tape at a cross race. Yearning for the Sunday ruckus with great
friends, exquisite food, and warm hearts.

Everytime I relive that cross season I smell an autumn Sunday, soup, and the warmth of friends.

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