Last night I was chillin at the bar after work enjoying a few moments of couch sitting in a posh environment...really quite nice and because I knew everyone working in the bar, I stayed after they shut the doors to continue partying...again, a nice perk.
About 10 mins after the doors were shut I see Lil' John at the door acting all crazy wanting to be let in so he could party. No dice. The bar manager and pretty much everyone in the bar nixed the idea and he had to go find someplace else to party. This happened two other times when some pro snowboarders and skiers (JJ Thomas and Peter Olenick) tried to get in.
I felt pretty pimp...but it would've been cool to have partied with them...I bet I'd be feeling a lot worse today if the night had gone that different direction.
Ah....the X-Games.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
an unexpected surprise
Remember when you were younger, and would wake up extra early on Christmas morning just to rush downstairs and marvel at the pristine pile of gifts that awaited your greedy little hands? How still the morning was; how absolutely packed with possiblity all those objects seemed to be bursting with?
Well, that's how I feel everytime I glide away from a chairlift, one foot secured to a board that, in my mind has the ability to transform an innoxious mountain run into a playground.
Two days ago I received an unexpected gift from the snowboarding gods...it came in the form of a lip at the end of a catwalk that I sighted from the chair I was riding. Currently I am making attempts to dial in the elusive 360...the gateway trick to snowboarding radness. What this means is that I will throw myself off any and all jumps in an attempt to bring my "game" to the next level. I have been met with mixed results thus far but what happened on this magical day casts a large shadow over all previous attempts.
...I won't bore you with the details...I landed a 540. What that means is that I did one and a half rotations and stomped the landing. OMG! It was one of those moments when it takes a second to fully realize the extent of your awesomeness...and then once that moment wears off, the only thing to do is to look around and make sure someone saw it. I needed a witness to coorborate my foray into the unknown world of advanced snowboarding trick-o-logy; that and I wanted to brag to someone that I did a trick that was WAY beyond anything that any of us had tried.
In hignsight, I realize how much luck was involved in landing said 5...but it's added fuel to the fire and I will continue to throw myself from kickers and catwalks alike until I have mastered the body control needed to land 3's and 5's with my eyes closed.
The jury's still out as to whether or not this is a good thing.
Well, that's how I feel everytime I glide away from a chairlift, one foot secured to a board that, in my mind has the ability to transform an innoxious mountain run into a playground.
Two days ago I received an unexpected gift from the snowboarding gods...it came in the form of a lip at the end of a catwalk that I sighted from the chair I was riding. Currently I am making attempts to dial in the elusive 360...the gateway trick to snowboarding radness. What this means is that I will throw myself off any and all jumps in an attempt to bring my "game" to the next level. I have been met with mixed results thus far but what happened on this magical day casts a large shadow over all previous attempts.
...I won't bore you with the details...I landed a 540. What that means is that I did one and a half rotations and stomped the landing. OMG! It was one of those moments when it takes a second to fully realize the extent of your awesomeness...and then once that moment wears off, the only thing to do is to look around and make sure someone saw it. I needed a witness to coorborate my foray into the unknown world of advanced snowboarding trick-o-logy; that and I wanted to brag to someone that I did a trick that was WAY beyond anything that any of us had tried.
In hignsight, I realize how much luck was involved in landing said 5...but it's added fuel to the fire and I will continue to throw myself from kickers and catwalks alike until I have mastered the body control needed to land 3's and 5's with my eyes closed.
The jury's still out as to whether or not this is a good thing.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
New addition
With the delivery of my gear mere days away, I went out and completed the ensemble with these...if you can't tell by the camo, I'm pretty thugged out.
They're stiff as hell and make riding a lot different in a really good way; now I count down the seconds until I can put these puppies into some real bindings.
I am excited.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
An Open Letter To Snow:
Hey Snow...
So I know that we haven't exactly talked in awhile and it's cool, but I feel compelled to express myself and let you know where my head's at...so here it goes:
I like you. I know you get that a lot, but it's true. I love the sound my footsteps make as you're falling around me; that napkin between the fingers sound is somehow reassuring. The blanket of quiet that follows you around and mutes the absurdities of life is something I appreciate. You've been the reason that I want to get up early and play....regardless of the previous nights' activities. Your pristine whiteness beckons me; your silent siren song calls me to the mountains, gently nudging me to go one more run.
I know you've been working overtime this winter and I want you to know that your efforts aren't going unnoticed. The perma-grin's plastered across faces as they coast to the lift are thanks enough...it's said in the shaking of snow from goggles and hats; from the throngs of out-of-breath people who when have enough breath can only muster a yell from the bottom of their souls. These are the ways that people thank you almighty snow. We thank you for the bounty you've bestowed upon us thus far and hope that this is only the beginning.
It's funny, but you have the power to affect an entire community of people. When you fall, spirits lift; the purpose you give, knowingly or not is something that makes the innocence of a powder day special every time...and there have been plenty of special days so far.
Basically I just want to say thanks. I know you have a lot of places that would love to have you as a guest, and I hope you realize how happy you've made me and the people of Aspen this winter.
So I know that we haven't exactly talked in awhile and it's cool, but I feel compelled to express myself and let you know where my head's at...so here it goes:
I like you. I know you get that a lot, but it's true. I love the sound my footsteps make as you're falling around me; that napkin between the fingers sound is somehow reassuring. The blanket of quiet that follows you around and mutes the absurdities of life is something I appreciate. You've been the reason that I want to get up early and play....regardless of the previous nights' activities. Your pristine whiteness beckons me; your silent siren song calls me to the mountains, gently nudging me to go one more run.
I know you've been working overtime this winter and I want you to know that your efforts aren't going unnoticed. The perma-grin's plastered across faces as they coast to the lift are thanks enough...it's said in the shaking of snow from goggles and hats; from the throngs of out-of-breath people who when have enough breath can only muster a yell from the bottom of their souls. These are the ways that people thank you almighty snow. We thank you for the bounty you've bestowed upon us thus far and hope that this is only the beginning.
It's funny, but you have the power to affect an entire community of people. When you fall, spirits lift; the purpose you give, knowingly or not is something that makes the innocence of a powder day special every time...and there have been plenty of special days so far.
Basically I just want to say thanks. I know you have a lot of places that would love to have you as a guest, and I hope you realize how happy you've made me and the people of Aspen this winter.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
You know my steez...
and if you don't then you best recognize.
Snowboarding. I love it. love it, love it, love it. and this being my second year shredding the sacred slopes of the Rocky Mountains, I sucked up and bought my own gear. sorta. I have new goggles, a new jacket, an ipod shuffle, and hopefully within two weeks I'll be receiving the crown jewel in this little equation...a 2007/2008 Burton Custom with Chrome Red Cartel Bindings--WOOT! I've been demo'ing it for the past couple days and it is incredible the amount of flex and pop this board has...way more then the caddy I've been pushing down the mountains for the past couple of weeks.
Needless to say that I am on my way to becoming a snowboarding superstar...if I ever find my battery charger for my camera, I hope to post some rad photos of hardcore shred-a-tude...oh it's gonna be good. real good.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Powder Dragons
Some believe this is the year of the rat others don't believe years are associated with anything animistic and if you fall into one of those two categories you would be misinformed; this is the year of the powder dragon.
POWDER DRAGONS!!!
POWDER DRAGONS!!!
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