So, a 60 year old man is suing an 8 year old for $75,000. What is he suing him over exactly? The ski slopes. The mountain. This old time activity of strapping boards or whatever to your feet and throwing yourself down a hill. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes out of control, hopefully not out of control. Sometimes with a helmet on, most times not. Sometimes with other people getting in your way. Trying to stay out of their way. This old activity, sport that thousands of American's take part in every winter.
The 60 year old man was on a cat track. For those of you unfamiliar with a cat track, it is a a flat part cut out of the hill that makes it easy to get from one part of the mountain to another. Often times it will go from one lift to another. The said 8 year old came up behind the man and accidentilly ran into his back side.
You can google this and there are a multitude of articles, forums, reports about what exactly happened. You can look it up yourself and read them, but here's my opinion. When you get on that mountain you are putting yourself in the line of fire. Accidents happen all the time. If I had a dollar for everytime someone ran into me when I was on the mountain! Ive had kids hit my calves, old women run over my board, and inexperienced teenagers swing their poles at my eye. It happens, but when it happens you use common sense and chill the **** out!
Last but not least, the dad was with his kid. More often than not when I see an out of control little tyke skier they are bombing down the mountain, no parent in sight. Im going to assume and take the stance that this father was watching over his child as controlling as he can in a very unexpected atmosphere.
This is just annoying.
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Al Gore
I saw Al Gore the other day. Well not the other day, really a few weeks ago. He spoke at an event I was at. The event was a meet and greet, schmooz networking night out. With great food, great music, and a great group of people. My company did the video for the event. Which I think turned out pretty dang well.
Al Gore gave a great speech. It was cool to see him in person. Feel the energy of the night. Although I have to say, I was more moved by the everyday people in the community that spoke. They are the movers and shakers that want to make a difference and are putting forth everything to do so.
Van Jones was one of those people, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was running for office in the next 10 years. Hes powerful, intruiging, intelligent, driven, captivating. He's kind, genuine, and an overall leader. Keep your eyes peeled.
Al Gore gave a great speech. It was cool to see him in person. Feel the energy of the night. Although I have to say, I was more moved by the everyday people in the community that spoke. They are the movers and shakers that want to make a difference and are putting forth everything to do so.
Van Jones was one of those people, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was running for office in the next 10 years. Hes powerful, intruiging, intelligent, driven, captivating. He's kind, genuine, and an overall leader. Keep your eyes peeled.
The elevator in my building
The elevator in my buiding so super slow, especially considering there are only 4 floors. My excuse for not taking the stairs everyday is nothing more than I don't have a stair key. Which can be remidied by me asking to make a copy. Ive been here a year, and still haven't done that.
I get in the elevator, press 3 and the person behind me presses 2. Lady, there is less than 15 steps getting you from floor 3 to floor 2, down in fact. Yet you are going to make this ride even slower by insisting to stop on the 2nd floor. AHHHHGGHHHHH!
Its morning. Its raining. We both have coffee. Despite the fact that the lights illuminating the numbers are burnt out, and have been since ive worked in this building, we both insistently stare at them. Our heads raised upwards like that will make this damn gray box go faster. What other time does one avoid awkward forced conversation so much that we willingly stand still for minutes at a time starring upwards or starring downwards in the same spot? Actually I can think of a few situations, but thats not the point.
We arrive at floor two, 3 minutes longer than it would have taken us to climb the stairs. She exits and I decide to exit with her. "This isn't floor three" she says. Finally making eye contact with me. "I know", I reply, "I'm going to take the stairs".
So she goes her way, I turn the corner and take the steps to my floor. Where's that key, Im making a copy!
I get in the elevator, press 3 and the person behind me presses 2. Lady, there is less than 15 steps getting you from floor 3 to floor 2, down in fact. Yet you are going to make this ride even slower by insisting to stop on the 2nd floor. AHHHHGGHHHHH!
Its morning. Its raining. We both have coffee. Despite the fact that the lights illuminating the numbers are burnt out, and have been since ive worked in this building, we both insistently stare at them. Our heads raised upwards like that will make this damn gray box go faster. What other time does one avoid awkward forced conversation so much that we willingly stand still for minutes at a time starring upwards or starring downwards in the same spot? Actually I can think of a few situations, but thats not the point.
We arrive at floor two, 3 minutes longer than it would have taken us to climb the stairs. She exits and I decide to exit with her. "This isn't floor three" she says. Finally making eye contact with me. "I know", I reply, "I'm going to take the stairs".
So she goes her way, I turn the corner and take the steps to my floor. Where's that key, Im making a copy!
Zellerbach Hall
It has been a week since I got rocked. Harmony, beats, strums, broken-hearted voices, chipper banter wrapped into an enthralling confidence which is all too intriguing. I got sucked in. Convinced I got inspired. Broke open my paints, turned the volume up, and made a mess of myself. Im not a painter. Im not an artist. Im a post college graduate who hasn't taken well to a 9-5 and desperately wants to be creative. Whatever the hell that means.
By the end of the encore I was ready to hop into my 1982 Toyota van that looks like a mouse or a space ship (ive heard both comparisons) and take off. End up in a hole near Oklahoma or New Mexico. Blow in as the traveling free spirit. Mysterious, attractive, courageous, intelligent, charming. I have the world to offer and everyone wants it.
It hasn't rained that hard in awhile, and the walk back to the car was nothing but enjoyable. Despite every part of me being drenched. Last time I was in Berkeley it poured like that so my sister and I stripped down to our skimpy's for the ride home.
I found out my cousin was actually at the same show, closer seats than ours. Oh what taste she has. I wish I was that cool at the age of 16. Maybe that's what you get when you grow up 15 minutes from one of the hippest cities in the world. You can't help but be on the inside of every new sound and every new fashion. This rings true for people from Canada as well. Even people from the tiniest towns of Manitoba are ahead of the curve compared to the rest of the United States.
Case in point, the premature lesbian Canadian twins up on stage. Even if most of your songs remind me of break up, and I wish you would get a bit more inventive and experimental with those 6 guitars of yours. I still admire that you went for it.
So, thank you.
By the end of the encore I was ready to hop into my 1982 Toyota van that looks like a mouse or a space ship (ive heard both comparisons) and take off. End up in a hole near Oklahoma or New Mexico. Blow in as the traveling free spirit. Mysterious, attractive, courageous, intelligent, charming. I have the world to offer and everyone wants it.
It hasn't rained that hard in awhile, and the walk back to the car was nothing but enjoyable. Despite every part of me being drenched. Last time I was in Berkeley it poured like that so my sister and I stripped down to our skimpy's for the ride home.
I found out my cousin was actually at the same show, closer seats than ours. Oh what taste she has. I wish I was that cool at the age of 16. Maybe that's what you get when you grow up 15 minutes from one of the hippest cities in the world. You can't help but be on the inside of every new sound and every new fashion. This rings true for people from Canada as well. Even people from the tiniest towns of Manitoba are ahead of the curve compared to the rest of the United States.
Case in point, the premature lesbian Canadian twins up on stage. Even if most of your songs remind me of break up, and I wish you would get a bit more inventive and experimental with those 6 guitars of yours. I still admire that you went for it.
So, thank you.
loud breathers
Why are you here and where did you come from? You stopped walking the stairs 15 minutes ago. I really don't appreaciate your warm, musky breathe on my neck thanks.
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