Life stuff... With photos and words and stuff?
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Another one of these things are overdue. So apparantly Shap went to Vegas and apparantly he came second. Pretty good for a Canadian to beat out some of those crazy Americans.
Well, yesterday I took the bail of the season and cased on a FS 3 knocking my chin on my knee, chipping my front teeth and getting a nice little concussion. Oh well, it was fun and then I went home. Boy was I ever glad there were leftover T3s with Codine to use up.
So I felt bad about my snowboarding skills and decided to blow 2 grand on some photography equipment. I bought a 17-40mm F4L series lens, a PW transmitter and 2x PW receivers. I am happy again.
Gonzo
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I went shooting today for the first time in over 40 days and I feel horrible. I WANT MY CAMERA BACK. Thanks Mr. Shapiro for lending me this one for a bit (Canon D30 3MP Camera).
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Published by gtphoto: 10:18 PM
Updated On: 1/24/2006 at 10:22 PM
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Alright, it's been over a month since I sent my camera to be repaired and I decided that it's a good idea to give them a call to see whats up. Well, after a good 20 minutes they finally locate my camera, unrepaired. So I'm thinking to myself, why did I just send them money to have them almost loose my camera. So I ask them when will it be ready for me because Vegas is just around the corner. They told me that it would be ready a week after they get the money from me for the repair. That's when I loose it. I sent them the money Dec 21st. It's f*cking Jan 15th! f*ck this shi*t, I quit.
Gonzo
Sometimes, words can become so powerful that you begin to loose sight of what you are trying to say; the English language becomes so complex and you begin to stray off from the meaning and core of what is truly being said. Being that this is only another blog on another website, I have therefore realized that it is not about the careful arrangement of vowels and constants to make a harmonious tone and a remarkable read, but rather it is only to be a short message derived from and encompassing the only thing that I have obsessed over for past 8 years – snowboarding.
However, I do find that if I make this shi*t hard to read, less people will read it and quit their bitching. So piss off, because my blogs are going to be long, and you can’t stop me. Oh ya, thanks Cam for making me realize this.
Having said this, it is still a snowboarding website and I do feel some sort of responsibility to have some sort of snowboarding related text. And yes, I’m obsessed with snowboarding, so here it is.
To everyone's immense surprise, GrouseMountain received 29cm of snow last night. And though this is not nearly enough to open some decent runs, or build the park that it is famous for, it is a start and we, as a collective, can only continue to hold our breath as the weather shifts back and from rain to snow, hopping that Mother Nature has exhausted herself to the point in which this nasty prank of hers will soon fade so that Grouse can relinquish lost dreams of a better snow season and a better park.
People keep bitching about my blogs so I'll keep this one short. Looks like I'm moving to Whistler on Feb 1st because the snow situation is shi*t. That's it, I'm done.
Gonzo
Snowboarding in the rain began to take its toll and I found myself looking to ulterior methods of solving my adrenaline addiction. Minutes after Christmas dinner, I found myself rounding up the gear and sleeping bag in my car and booking it up to Whistler. The long windy stretch can be lonely at 10pm on a Sunday night, so I stopped by and picked up Mike on the way. Wrong move, we got stuck behind an accident for 2 hours.
Monday morning was among the better days of the season. Mike, Sara and I went and tracked out some freshies under 7th heaven and found ourselves smiling all day long. The next 6 days were spent on Whistler riding the "Rosa Family Lap". This run was epic, and never tracked. Word of mouth spread quickly and by Sunday, people were flocking out of nowhere to hit the freshies. Barry, Etienne, Aby and I found our way over to some cliffs and got out kicks there.
And of course, New Years Eve. The first annual GLC party kicked off well with a flat down box setup and a 1.5:1 girl to guy ratio. Ya, they know how to do it.
Nick and I valiantly tried to get the bon fire going with some gasoline but to no avail. Finally, after getting the beast blazing, the neighbour flipped out and the beast was put to rest. Another time Nick, another time.
About an hour later, I found myself stumbling to another house party with a live band. Blah blah 5 bottles of champaigne everywhere blah blah and off to bed.
I'm tired of writting this blog and I'm off to Whistler again tomorrow with Paul. Rant over.
Gonzo
And you thought the last blog was long...
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