Road-Worn And Eeary-Eyed

Phew, what a month. Whistler then Vegas then Vermont and NYC. Yeah!

Really tired. Really tired of snowboarders. Really tired of airports. Really tired of hearing how drunk someone was the night before. Really tired of smelling weed smoke.

Really thankful for the opportunites made possible by this job. Thanks fuckers.

I'm back so get in touch.

Back From Vegas

Another successful mag-related adventure. I have one day to pay the bills, expense the receipts and do the laundry.

I'm off to Vermont tomorrow.

U.S. Open action. World Quarters action. Dudes, inebriated.

I'm excited to see Campbell, + see the upper East Coast a bit.

Diffused & Melancholy

Please make yer way to www.marktucker.com as soon as possible. I happened upon his site early this morning. It made my day.

Photographs...amazing photographs. Numbing, diffused, melancholy = brilliant images.

Back In Paradise!

The flight back from Whistler was rather bumpy. We were in the clouds the whole time. That made for some nervous moments. I love to fly and all, but man, I hate the turbulence. Makes me weak in the knees and sort of nauseous. I try to play it cool and read my mag looking "comfortable" and unbothered like the businessmen surrounding me, but usually just hunker down, cinch the belt tight and ride it out. I hate feeling helpless. At least you can hit the brakes in a rig, or yell at the driver to slow it down.

Back home (yikes) for a couple days to put the final touches on our Vegas tradeshow action. I'm excited to get out there and do some mingling. It's gonna be interesting meeting the industry folk and seeing the next year's new gear.

We got pencils done up with our logo on it. They fucking rock.

Missing Melissa

Still nothin' going on. Sleeping in. Eating out. Boisterous conversation slandering co-workers, friends and family. Missing Melissa. Bridges is back in town and is a good couch-mate. The man is pure gold. He just got in from his Japan mission. The "One Man Trying To Offend A Nation" tour, or something.

I went snowboarding yesterday and after a couple turns down a windblown ice field I called it quits. Getting down to the bottom was frustrating. I'm tired of feeling like I'm simply going through the motions on the hill. The excitement is gone. I had a lot of good years in the mountains riding.