Its Cold Out

Its cold in.

There is no heat at big bear. We rely on the sun, the grill, the ice machine and other humans to heat the place up. It works pretty well, unless the cafe is empty. Then you dance.

I think Jo-Elle and I might have the same voice?

(Since most of you don't know Jo-Elle, think Frances McDormand in Fargo, less 20 years. And magical.)

Blind Hollow

Since I'm probably last to post about the annual yurt adventure I wont go on about how fantastic the hike in was this year, how amazing it was to have a new yurt (with a real door!!) or how uber awesome the crew was. It was still cold and the snow wasn't deep, but it was still fresh and delicious. And Erica was there. More complete posts by Jessica and Neil.

I think next year I'm going to just ski. Skiing out on a split board sucks, like whoa.

I apologize for only having phone pictures and videos. And I apologize to Jessica who asked that I not let anyone see this video. But I think you'll agree that it needed to be shared. Turn down the sound and turn on your favorite sultry tune, then hit play.

Removing skins after a couple great runs. Hot damn, I love Anna K!

I think I might take Jessica and Anna for my two wives. And Erica will be my mistress. Andrew, you're invited too.

Note to self: Never talk on videos again. Ever. Ew.

My Prediction for 2010

More specifically New Year's Eve.

I will spend the holiday at an airport. I'm guessing Minneapolis. How did I not realize I booked a flight with TWO layovers!? And who knew someone was going to try and blow up a plane on Christmas? Rad.

Happy New Year everybody.

At least I have snow to make everything okay.

UPDATE: I landed exactly when my itinerary said I would. To the minute. Its probably a good thing because I forgot to pack tights in my carry on and my outfit wouldn't have worked without them.

Mustaches Required

Some people take coffee very seriously. I just take the pictures. Seriously. Here are some from TNT (Thursday Night Throwdown) at Chinatown Coffee last October.

Collin and I rode down in his new van. Its just like the yellow one my dad drove when I was a kid. Smelled the same too. Parking was a joke, but driving was worth it for the sound of the horn alone. We made mustaches with sharpies and post-its.

Grant and I, mustached.

High tech score board.




Lana got creative with her mustache placement.

Julie made fancy cupcakes.

Mara. This is just for you, Juliet. (Actually this whole post is for you. Move back.)

Someone brought nerds to share. Yes, please!

I really love nerds.

I really love Andrew. I really love Andrew with this mustache.

The ladies from Peregrine.

Where were we? Oh yeah, there was a competition going on. I'm sure Jeremy won. The top 10 competed against New York baristas via live web cams the following month. DC won.


And because I love you, I leave you with Andrew.

Rear Window

The day has finally come. The leaves are gone and I can see the Capitol from my bedroom window.

The view one evening in September.

For whatever reason I feel inclined to photograph the view out my window from my bed when I wake up at dawn. I've done this several times in the last few months. I always fall right back asleep and forget I even did it until I'm browsing photos later. Sleep-shooting.

Ruff Rice

Thanksgiving Day walk in the Congressional Cemetery.

Pre-gaming at Anacostia Park.


Holly brought gum.


The cemetery is also a dog park.









Andrew pointed out that some of these
headstones are older than Utah.

Some are art.

Mine.

Ahhh.

Can't. Stop. Listening.

Maybe its the weather. Maybe its the moment. Or maybe it really is just perfect.

Then this. Oh my.

Sometimes the stars align. Sometimes its so good it hurts.