Archive for March, 2010

I’m on the larger bunny hill somewhere not too far from the base of Whistler Mountain. It’s a peaceful two-minute ride up the conveyor belt and I’m exhausted after 2 hours of having my ass kicked on my very first day of snowboarding. Every muscle aches, my heart is pounding against my throat, I am…

I’m drowning this week. Sleep has been bad, work has been dissatisfying, social contact has been lacking. I’m in the middle of an ocean and every direction looks as good as any other. I can thrash around and choose a path but the view never seems to change. I’m also stubbornly refusing to blame this…

This is one of those things that makes me love the fact that I live in America. I picked up a pair of Tellason raw denim jeans about a month ago from a boutique in Ballard and I’m loving them. I’ve worn them practically every day since I got them. First things first, what on…