Everyday Ends

Sunday, June 21, 2009

:: Potato Tennis

A 'How-To' for making fries.

Actually played a match of tennis with joe on Saturday. We are both quite sore. He won in straight sets but it was a very good match. Score 6-1, 6-3, 10-8 tie break. I kept getting better... it helped that joe also got worse. What a match, though. Great fun.

Recently Discovered/perfected potato salad myself, Tidepool*. Potatoes, green onion, carrots, snap peas. Dressing: a whole lemon's juice, a 1/4 cup mayo(or miracle), 1 half heaping tablespoon each of whole grain and dijon mustard, a splash of cider/red wine vinager (swicth everytime).

I guess this blog wasn't about potato tennis, really. This is close.

http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&id=1488

Sort of. Have fun with that one.

Everyday ends
I know again and again
What to do but won't

* a pretty girl

Sunday, June 14, 2009

:: Better

I went for a ride. 700k. Here's a taste.

Tasty.

There was a black bear a little ways down from this brook....is this a brook? I'm looking it up... "A small stream." Acceptable.

Crescent Falls. I couldn't get a good shot of the falls. I was going to camp here over night and finish my ride home the next day but wasn't feeling the sites so much.

It's easier to see and appreciate in a picture. To enjoy it at the moment you still have to stop and look. Know it is worth seeing. It is worth seeing. Stop and look. Whether you have a cam or not. Use your mind. Forgetting is fine. We're all people. I have a few shots of home I plan on seeing again I have no physical picture of. Come hell or high water, I _will_ see them again. If you want to see what I've always known... ask. Those places are there every night. Every set. Year-fucking-round.

I don't care if you don't know. I know. That's enough. I just so often wonder, "Why don't you wonder?" And while I sleep, wake, and live, another day ends. Waiting. That's cool. I'll find somewhere else. I'll find someone else. Everyone ends..... everyday ends.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

:: Fuck Living, Ride

Yeah. Another long weekend. Responsibilities. They make some things easier. You know where you are. But anyway, here's a mountain.

Mt. Buck-a-mahow (made up name).

There she is. Beema went for a good ride this Saturday. Calgary 22x to Bragg Creek straight North to Cochrane and the 1A West to Canmore. I got caught up behind an 8 bike sport bike group. I kept my distance letting their slower rider have some space but had a ball keeping with 'em. They sounded like a jet when they all accelerated together. Very fun. Vroooom. VROOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!! Bitches.

I wish I looked that good. I just ride a girl that good looking. I know how to ride her ;]

Mt. Makeanameyourself.

An afternoon after work. I'm working on the tan. I am wearing less and less on my upper regions. I reccomend this to everyone. Titties need more tan time.

Rabblicious. That's rib and abbs.

What are YOU lookin' at?

Crazy mirror job. 160-180 individual mirrors. Premade in shop 18+ hours labour. I recieved it in larger pieces.

This is how the three pieces I got looked once screwed to the wall.

And a how-to on the whole deal. Leaving out of course tha fact we had to figure it out onsite. Sidenote: the home owners had two dogs. A big french bulldog lookin beast, nice as sunshine, and a mini greyhound, a small dog as small dogs go. From working there one week to the next the big dog, Molly, passed on. Don't know why. She was a sweety. As good as good can go. Sleepwell.

Present tense :: Today I had bbq'd-split-salt+pepper collasal scallops for breakfast. To make sure the day went well I picked up some good vege for a salad and a small t-bone for dinner. Accompanied of course by a wonderful bottle of sparkaling white zinfandel. I know how to do up a long weekend. Alone and delicious.

Peace motherfuckers.