spring quest

So first we built skatepark, and now we're the owner/operators of it. Lifestyle-wise, it's, like, a departure for me. And up to this point, I've been too busy to miss my old life where I split town for weeks every winter to destinations unknown, jotted down notes, and then wrote about the adventure later.

Too busy until now. For a second this morning, when the sun was out and a spring quest was calling, I really, really needed to get on a plane. So I'm just looking at other people's stories about the journey instead. It's gonna be okay.

Above shot of Buenos Aires, from Forest Woodward's photography blog. Below, Chamonix, from Rian Rhoe's awesome reportings at 18th and Hoyt.

expansion and flux

As you should know from my earlier reportings, my big sister's an artist—and she's got a new show coming up this Friday. Sadly, I can't make it (they've yet to invent that teleportation device allowing instant travel like in Star Trek), but her new paintings make my head spin. If you're in Colorado this weekend, get yer self there.

an expensive cup of coffee

Hi. I'm back. I didn't forget about you. I've just been busy. And also, last week, I went to 7-11 and bought a cup of coffee that I later spilled on my keyboard. This promptly contaminated my hard drive—an $850 fix. It was the most expensive cup of coffee I've ever had. So dumb.

Lupercalia

Valentine's Day came and went and I was too tired and dirty to care. But all you need is love, so I got plenty of that with these two right here.

Oh, if yer bored, read this about the seedy origins of V-Day. "From Feb. 13 to 15, the Romans celebrated the feast of Lupercalia. The men sacrificed a goat and a dog, then whipped women with the hides of the animals they had just slain." Nice.

ode to work

Not just manual labor, but straight-up prison work, has become a little addiction of mine. It's easy to sleep at night when you spent the morning sledging out a cement floor. Oh did you know that concrete keeps curing for, like, ever? This means that the older it is, the harder it is. Okay my back hurts now—bye.