
“Deep is the well of truth and long does it take to know what has fallen into its depths”
-Friedrich Nietzsche

“Deep is the well of truth and long does it take to know what has fallen into its depths”
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Double parked on 29th.

And so it f***ing snows all over again...

On my way to the M.O.M.A. to see the Jeff Wall exhibit.

I found this bird thing near my school. It was weird. It even let me grab it and handle it easily. It reminded me of a kiwi bird or something. I think maybe it was a discarded exotic pet. Perhaps my knowledge of ornithology and local fauna just sucks. Either way I thought it was different from what I am used to seeing.
Does anyone know what the fuck it is? I called 311 and reported my feathery friend before nearly stuffing him in my backpack, playing hero and either ending up with bird-flu or killing the poor damn thing.

See all those white trails on the mountainside? I came tumbling down those fuckers at God knows what speeds a few times. Overall, I feel that I did O.K. for a first timer and have kind of fallen in love with the sport, despite how ever many times I brutally wiped out.

This is the sky lift. Anyone who knows my vertically challenged self well,knows that I have a problem with heights. I thought I was going to hate the lift most but I was wrong. Going down a mountain at 50mph on two fiberglass skies and no brakes is much scarier. So heart pounding in fact that the fear of falling vertically was much more inviting than shooting vertically off a mountain side and landing in who knows what kind of a neck breaking pose.

A short recess to the car later resulted in a total loss of hand eye coordination, motor skills and a series of sports blooper worthy landings.

"Ouch!" "Lets do it again."