oddly enough, yesterday was my ten year anniversary as the most awesome telemarker in the white river drainage, and today was my sixtieth day of skiing this winter. a veritable plethora of milestones.
some minutiae (arcane or not); see if you can tell truthiness from fictibility:
.my older brother got a mcarther grant to study the effect of skiing on sixth graders in elbonia.
.i burned my forearm on the iron last thursday.
.i've been on four "real 'date' dates" in a week.
.i've decided to move to switzerland somewhere in the next ten years.
.i'm completely awesome.
."k2 skis" is a four letter word.
anyway, it's been a slow two weeks in the drainage. some snow, a few sunnybreaks and an absent landlord. i went to a superbowl party on sunday where we who had to work all day watched the superbowl in delay. i think most of us cheered when new orleans won. i did, anyway. the woman sitting next to me, we'll call her "awesome" as well, just like me, doesn't like football. it was kinda funny. i got all stoked at the last interception that sealed the game and she looked up quizzically from her magazine, surprised that i have any visible emotion, and said "what happened?" like the guy in "a mighty wind". i like her, though, just the same. she tips in beer. and our first date last week was a "ski date". (oops! gave one of the "truthinesses" away.) where we drank beer. plus she chased me through a zone this recent monday that intimidates me. snocka!
the woman sitting next to me is planning on taking her PSIA level 3 test this year, which is ski instructor speak for "y'all best kneel before my boots and kiss my toe boxes", so i decided i'd create my own "rubricks" for measuring skiers' awesomeness:
level 1: turn both ways and stop.
level 2: turn both ways and stop.
level 3: turn both ways and stop.
should be easy to create an examination for that. i'll make millions!!
i've also decided to stop calling anything a "boot". "boot" is too percussive and accusitory. "shoe" is a cool word, like "groovy" and "agave nectar". plus, if it's good enough for fifty dollars worth of soft leather, it's good enough for a thousand dollars worth of overpriced plastic and gluten. tele shoe, cowboy shoe, snowboard shoe. . .i'm changin the world, one breath at a time.
lastly, my landlord's satellite tv people changed the satellite radio they carry. my favourite station ever, "outlaw country", is no longer at my fingertips. i wanna cry pedal steel tears and scream "dallas wayne! why hast thou left me all alone in the drainage with no ryan bingham to ease my soul?"
oh yeah. two sundays ago i toe released at fbc speed and tomahawked for 200 feet. THAT was awesome. the "magazine" term for this is "yard sale", but i prefer to think of it as a "righteous display of sickness".
one fake homeless person at a time.
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