Things to Report

I went snowboarding yesterday with Yobeat.com. It was great, I learned many things, including new words like "web-lebrity" (someone who's a celebrity on the web, such the above members of the Yobeat staff), as well as the fact that all magazines are nothing more than antiquated web sites and therefore dinosaurs of the written word. Or something. I'm a big fan of magazines you know so that last one came as quite a blow. But I'm coping, don't worry. I love Brooke because when I ask her a question, like how was your weekend, instead of  telling me the answer, she just sends me the link to the Yobeat story about it. Ah the Internet. Anyhoo. It snowed sixteen inches the night before, but since we got to the mountain at one p.m., it was all moguls and chopped-up mashed potato powder. Five runs later, it was back in the car, back down the mountain, back to Portland—with a brief stop at Calamity Jane's for beers and jive talk. Good stuff.

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In other news, a holiday food and booze party at my house recently was a seeming success. Spaghetti with mushroom sauce, sun-dried tomato and white bean soup, mexican rice, stuffed mushrooms, a cookie bonanza, and bricks upon bricks of cheese. BTW: Trader Joe's Candy Cane Jo-Jos—I would go to jail for them, I would die for them. But it was funny how, by the end of the night when only the stragglers were left, things somehow turned into a sitcom from the 80s, with all the boys in the living room drinking beer and watching sports (i.e. skateboarding) and all the girls in the kitchen cleaning and gossiping. So awesome.

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