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Archive for March, 2008
One Stare
March 31, 2008This Is The Life
March 29, 2008
I think that whether we like it or not, disconnect is the fundamental theme of our lives. We are undeniably disconnected, and at certain points in our lifetime (sometimes happy, usually sad) we briefly reconnect and it is a deeply emotional experience.
Tonight I saw a girl no older than myself full-on dead in the street. I’m listening to the sirens rushing towards her as I write this.
I don’t know what we’re disconnected from. I could venture a guess, but I’m still trying to feel it out. Standing in complete darkness, tracing the contours of the thought.
A moment many of us reconnect is when someone close to us dies, and/or we are close to death. Faced with the stark reality of how fragile life is, we are reminded to cherish every moment with those we love, because there is a chance we could never see them again.
Cliché right? Why is that?
It’s a powerful universal feeling, and people always express it under the circumstances. But inevitably the disconnect returns, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. Raising the original question:
What are we disconnected from? And if the disconnect returns swiftly, even after the most striking moments, how is it affecting the way we live?
The Jungles of Shaolin
March 28, 2008
Last October Raekwon took wolf shirts worldwide behind my back. Somehow I only picked up on this now, but I’m not mad because I’ve been repping his stylo since way back.
I know Rae doesn’t have the balls or the desire to jump in and drive off with the bandwagon, but now that this shit officially Hip-Hop, I want to know if he can fuck with this.
The real challenge of making kittens Hip-Hop is on me and one man.
Shout out to Counterfittin for the shots of Rae, and Claudio at Advance A Few Steps Back for the photo of me.
The Church Steeple
March 27, 2008
I had a rare opportunity to ski some powder at Seymour yesterday. A solid crew of people were up riding and it was a super fun… until a lightning storm rolled through late in the afternoon.
Mystery Chair was struck three times, knocking out the power and stranding us in the air for almost half an hour. Now I don’t know about you, but sitting around a bunch of metal poles on top of a mountain as lightning strikes every couple of minutes is not my idea of fun times. Not to mention the worsening weather.
Seymour runs Whistler’s old Blue Chair, which preceded the Harmony Express, and was probably fabricated in 1859. In the back of my head I knew that all chairlifts have to be grounded for safety reasons, but I was still pretty nervous. Each time a new bolt would strike the third wire would spark, and that didn’t make me feel much better either.
Eventually mountain operations (probably someone in high school) managed to get the chair running at the slowest possible speed, and luckily I was close to a good spot to jump off (not as crazy as it seems) when hail the size of Corn Pops started blasting down.
Everyone eventually made it down safely, there was free hot chocolate, and we decided to call it a day. The moral of the story is, if you’re ever stuck on a chairlift during a lightning storm don’t loose your shit because a team of intrepid explorers have put their lives on the line to discover that you’ll be just fine.
Reconnaissance
March 24, 2008
“War favours the informed.”
(I didn’t bring the tripod and it started raining, so this is all I’ve got.)
