crack a beer

sit back and think.
let the med rare strip
w/ baked potato, three
portors and chocolate
cheesecake settle in.

riding again. on the skinny
tires for two out of three.
lapping lifts in between.
centered again and confident.

today we earned it, rolling
sustainable softness. not
the experience of others,
but a quirky personality
trait revealed.

for Christmas, mom got
me the traditional weekly
calander. but changed it up
from the Far Side, to the 
Peanuts gang. Will be a nice
change for the journaling
of adventures.

I've always liked Snoopy.

tree thing.

expecting carvable hardpack/crud conditions.
step onto the Bro's, wanna really learn this ski.
legs still no snap, the wknd lingers. no snap
to the first turns, narrow defensive stance.
lack of power, not aggressive, these skis need
to be driven, not ridden. messed up let 'em run
then crash attempt off the RR headwall, try to
find a groove down low. round two, not following
thru, too much slippage for my taste, exit to Exhi
to find a two footed carve rhythm.

stick it tight to the snow gun crud,
snap from edge to edge,
do a little dance,
let these skis run tonight,
uh huh, run tonight.
open up into the falline a bit,
making a righthander and the
ski won't release, into the backseat,
don't fight it, don't wanna risk a knee
right now. ski loops out and I see my
trajectory into the slopeside trees.

fuck. me.

not going tooo fast, but ain't no
shutting it down. land sliding
headfirst, did spot a gap before impact,
definitely not hitting the blue barrel.
start trying to rotate my feet around,
feel some deceleration, wondering when
I'm gonna hit, and what and where,
sliding blind at bone breaking speed.

wham! shit, that fucking hurt. no sharp pain,
toes still work, arms still move, eyes still see.
shoulder is stiff, probably have some nice tint
to it in a day or two. confidence is rattled.


merry christmas everybody,
thanks for all the good times
shared, those to come.

dz nuts

dude is off the hook.

good movie.

sit back, relax, and watch this flic:

TEN ski snowboard film www.guidoperrini.com from guido perrini on Vimeo.

that was fun.

that's the spirit!

NWS three day record was accurate,
the post storm "freezing mist/fog"
resulted in a sturdy zipper crust. 

 Bro's dealt with it fine, as 

long I kept my end of the bargain.  

Search for that woodsy pitch 

where you can stay in the fall 
line, without hard edging speed 

checks.  Then hoot and holler.

Also skied off some waist to shoulder 

high rocks, once or twice.  Yet to stick 

a landing, gotta start somewhere.  Many, 

many pinheads out and about.  Glad they 

have concern for their gear, didn't have 

to hike much at all to get off the beaten 

path.  Lift serve singletrack stashes were 

best turns found.  Did take a core shot.....

all skis are rock skis.

Jedi mind tricks in the trees.

price of admission.

Impact from big hawk's would be dinner.

why? v7.4c

stumbled upon this last eve:

We must accept our reality as vastly as we possibly can; everything, even the unprecedented, must be possible within it.  This in the end is the only kind of courage that is required of us: the courage to find the strangest, most unusual, most inexplicable experiences that can meet us.  The fact that in this sense people have been cowardly has done infinite harm to life; the experiences that are called "apparitions," the whole so-called "spirit" world, death, all these Things that are so closely related to us, have through our daily defensiveness been so entirely pushed out of life that the senses with which we might have been able to grasp them have atrophied.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

liar.

Heard a Bush excerpt this morn on the radio,
he was in Carlisle, at the Army College.

Said that we have not suffered a domestic
terrorist attack since 9-11....praise for the
troops, freedom, blahblahblah.....




Why are the anthrax letters always forgotten?