Well, it is the 31st of December, mere hours away from aught-five, here's to hoping 05 goed better than 04! I will be checking back in sometime next year, so have fun all you party kids and be safe.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Adrift on a Sea of the Vernacular
Holiday depression is crap, that is unless your me, and you just dropped 3500 dollars on repairing your vehicle. Thanks to the deer that lost its life under my Jeep, the epitomy of a bad luck vehicle. Well, I hope that is all it costs, so my insurance doesnt total out my vehicle. Well, at least they will pay for it. Thats good news I suppose, but until it is fixed, next year, I am out a car, so the 30 mile comute to work just got a lot more interesting.
Well, I suppose that is all the truly bad news for now. This is just a cementation of my dislike of the holidays. Once again, I suppose I could put a possitive light on things, like the fact that the bus from Crested Butte to Gunnison rolled over Monday, hurting many people. Fortunatly none were killed, but that has to be some shitty luck right there.
Life, don't even talk to me about life. Getting something good out of life is an opinion, getting shafted is normal.
Oh yeah, and the high temperature is 0 F tomorrow, and -30 tonight.
Well, I suppose that is all the truly bad news for now. This is just a cementation of my dislike of the holidays. Once again, I suppose I could put a possitive light on things, like the fact that the bus from Crested Butte to Gunnison rolled over Monday, hurting many people. Fortunatly none were killed, but that has to be some shitty luck right there.
Life, don't even talk to me about life. Getting something good out of life is an opinion, getting shafted is normal.
Oh yeah, and the high temperature is 0 F tomorrow, and -30 tonight.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Transcendant Stupidity
On my part no less. It is'nt often that the center of the universe can readily admit that he screwed up. How did I screw up you might ask? Well, I'm not going to tell you, just because I can admit a mistake doesnt mean that I have to tell everyone. Oh well, I guess that my imperfections make me perfect, to take a Nipponese take on the world.
Now work has been ok, it is just a continuation of my life's ambition, or more appropriatly the lack there-of. The good part is I am meeting new people, like Julie from Pittsburg, or Nikki or Christina or Jane or hmmm, as I think of it, I seem to really only be meeting women... and on second thought, I think I like that. Of course I jest, I am meeting many new people, it just seems that I remember the womens' names better. Yeah, how utterly sexist of me. heh.
But aside that my life has become a drudgery of the repetitive. Underneath the Onion Trees...
Now work has been ok, it is just a continuation of my life's ambition, or more appropriatly the lack there-of. The good part is I am meeting new people, like Julie from Pittsburg, or Nikki or Christina or Jane or hmmm, as I think of it, I seem to really only be meeting women... and on second thought, I think I like that. Of course I jest, I am meeting many new people, it just seems that I remember the womens' names better. Yeah, how utterly sexist of me. heh.
But aside that my life has become a drudgery of the repetitive. Underneath the Onion Trees...
Sunday, December 12, 2004
More Ramblings
Well, it happened again, and again, and will probably keep happening, but I really cant complain. Why should I? Anyway, Crested Butte called me, yep, mmhmmm, thats right. A return to skibum. sigh. For now at least, one other job prospect is rearing its head, so who knows. Lets find out, shall we?
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Extinction of the species "homo skii tecto carens"
It seems that I am to regoin the ranks of a certified ski bum. Yes, the epitomy of 30 years of a cultural phenomenon so great that many people wish to forsake their well paying jobs in suburbia's across the country just to spend a winter in a small town with large amounts of booze and skiing.
Or something like that. As the bullwheel turns, the ultimate drama of a Coloradan, also known as my life. I know my self involvment and importance, (who is after all the center of the known universe) has much to do with this, however I can not for the life of me understand why I just cant seen to escape the continuing culture of no money, no women, turns and booze. Sweet sweet acohol. Fresh fresh powder.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I may be going back to work for a ski area, namely Crested Butte, that soulless place of moronic managers and owners. (not that that is any differant of any other resort let me tell you). You see, I have gained an understanding of ski areas. Despite my only having worked for two resorts, they both fundamentally work the same way. Now I dont want to get into the hows and whys of their perpetual stupidity, only that these small resorts all think they are Vail or Aspen. (which coincidentally no living thing with intelligence has been found in either valley those towns are in for at least 20 years). My harsh view of ski areas is a derivative of living in Colorado for my entire life, coupled with a growing familiarity with them due to my seeminly unwilling nack of getting caught up in them.
So as I was saying, I may soon be employed (the good part) to Crested Butte as a lifty (the bad part). But at least it is money to pay rent and bills. sort of. Said ski bumness is the draging factor in this. You see, the ski bum is a dying breed. Some could argue that is has already become extinct during the great boom of the '80s. However, like many species, they had to adapt, gone are the days of resort hopping without a job and getting in turns at all the resorts. Now it is become a one resort species. The free rangers are near gone. Yet the one resort breed with a job has largly replaced and become the dominant species of ski bum. Yes, the ski bum has changed, and I am one, however that makes you feel, I dont care, try living for a while.
Don't get me wrong, it is a great lifestyle, until you want something, anything. I love the life, hate the pay I guess you could say. Anyway, the job search isnt going well.
Or something like that. As the bullwheel turns, the ultimate drama of a Coloradan, also known as my life. I know my self involvment and importance, (who is after all the center of the known universe) has much to do with this, however I can not for the life of me understand why I just cant seen to escape the continuing culture of no money, no women, turns and booze. Sweet sweet acohol. Fresh fresh powder.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I may be going back to work for a ski area, namely Crested Butte, that soulless place of moronic managers and owners. (not that that is any differant of any other resort let me tell you). You see, I have gained an understanding of ski areas. Despite my only having worked for two resorts, they both fundamentally work the same way. Now I dont want to get into the hows and whys of their perpetual stupidity, only that these small resorts all think they are Vail or Aspen. (which coincidentally no living thing with intelligence has been found in either valley those towns are in for at least 20 years). My harsh view of ski areas is a derivative of living in Colorado for my entire life, coupled with a growing familiarity with them due to my seeminly unwilling nack of getting caught up in them.
So as I was saying, I may soon be employed (the good part) to Crested Butte as a lifty (the bad part). But at least it is money to pay rent and bills. sort of. Said ski bumness is the draging factor in this. You see, the ski bum is a dying breed. Some could argue that is has already become extinct during the great boom of the '80s. However, like many species, they had to adapt, gone are the days of resort hopping without a job and getting in turns at all the resorts. Now it is become a one resort species. The free rangers are near gone. Yet the one resort breed with a job has largly replaced and become the dominant species of ski bum. Yes, the ski bum has changed, and I am one, however that makes you feel, I dont care, try living for a while.
Don't get me wrong, it is a great lifestyle, until you want something, anything. I love the life, hate the pay I guess you could say. Anyway, the job search isnt going well.
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