Fixing a hole.

So far, two people cannot see the pictures from Friday or today.

Please let me know if you can see them.

This new camera is getting on my last nerve.

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Well, fuck me with a pitchfork.

I will try to remedy the situation, cuz those are some sweet pictures..

But I am a technological autistic retard wearing a unitard, sprinting spastically in the Special Olymics, hair flopping and sceaming with delight because I know, win or lose, somebody is buying me a fucking hot dog when I finish.

So I'll do my best.

Because when you are a Special Olympian, that's just what you do.

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I think I remedied the picture situation. Let me know if it is still jacked up. I was going to delete this little post, but I think my remarkably insensitive Special Ed comment should be preserved for posterity.

There's always repercussions when you're dating in school

It was kind of a goodbye to Big Sky today.



It was 60 degrees on the mountain. Sunny and beautiful.



For a 3 hour window, from about 10:30- 1:30, it was like skiing on creamed corn.



Before that, it was frozen mashed potato chicken heads. Choppy as shit, and, quite frankly, hazardous. And later in the day, it was so slushy that it was like riding on a sno-cone that reaches up and grabs the emergency brake on your board. But for that three hour window, it was glorious spring skiing.



I hit all my favorite runs.

Tram twice, straight to two on Shedhorn, over to Challenger thrice.



It was a beautiful day.

I took some video, but I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to get them off my new camera.

*Fixed* Here I am wiping out.

So here are some old ones...

One.

And... Two

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On the way back, I stopped twice and took pictures at some random spots along the Gallatin.





I never get sick of the scenery on that drive.







Goodbye, Big Sky...


They shut down the lifts for the season next weekend.

What else should I be?All apologies

Today is the anniversary of the day Kurt Cobain decided the shotgun was a more attractive option than living.

I'm still pissed.

Nirvana swept over my life like a tidal wave.

In 1991, I graduated from college, and Nevermind came out.

I moved from Boston to LA, with a three month stop in The Dam...

I drove all the way to LA, to go to law school, listening to that album.

That very same summer, I met India.

It sounds silly, but Nirvana minded the door during a huge change in my life.

I still remember Doug Nussman calling me and telling me they found a body at Kurt's house. Denial took over, and I hoped it was the paper boy, the gardener... anybody but him.

But, deep down, I knew.

I mean, damn, the Unplugged album was pretty much his self-delivered eulogy. There were white lilies on the stage and acoustic, somber, gorgeous music. You know.

You've heard it.

What I cannot shake, though, is the final song of that set. It was a Leadbelly cover, called, In the Pines.

It is absolutely haunting.

In the video (which I own, and you should, too), there is a moment during that song that I cannot shake.

He sings (or howls) most of the song with his eyes downcast, and it is powerful.



Right before the final chorus, he takes a deep breath and looks up at the camera.

I swear, in that moment, you can see right through those sky-blue eyes, right into his soul.

You can see the pain.

Hell, you can feel it.

I searched, but I couldn't find the exact image.

If you've seen it, you know what I am talking about.

And it breaks your heart.