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I just realized how lame this video was so i did something about it.

statement

I just heard the most brilliant statement: death is the number one killer

The Scene

Check it

well, I got my boots and bindings in the mail yesterday so without further adieu, behold:

ghostown

Well everyone is back at school now and i'm bummmmed. I finally went ahead and got a membership to the ymca at emerson, so I can start learning how to climb. I had one the best summers ever this year and I'm gonna miss you all!

Too hot

never thought I'd say this, but I wish it were winter right now. It's been too hot to do anything outside except sweat a river. I was out fishing on the seawall tonight, and even sitting in a stationary position, I was sweeting in a viciously viscous way. The bugs weren't bothering me though, so that was nice, in an omititive, thankful kind of way. I digress, I went swimming after mowing the lawn today and in the words of Bruce Brown, "It felt dryer in the water than it did in the air!" I'm getting cabin fever not being able to go outside and read. I just ordered my snowboard boots and bindings last week and all i can think about is climbing extremely high and cold mountains in South America like Huascuran Sur, Parinacota and Sajama just to name a few. Alright i guess I'll stop complaining and go sweat some more. later my friend

(Happy birthday to me) Febuary 15th

All eyes on the calendar, another year I claim of total indifference
To here the days pile up with decisions to be made
I'm sure all of them were wrong
Into this song, I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse and forget
This wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
I'm sorry about the phone call, and needing you
Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things that you can't fake
I guess that it's typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
And there, below his frozen face, you wrote the name and that ancient date
And you can't believe he is really gone
When all that's left is a fucking song
I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you
I know that it's late
But thank you for talking, because I needed to
Some things just can't wait

-Connor Oberst

Chamblins pt.II

I went back to chamblins today and got Vagabonding Down The Andes and I paid a mere 3 bucks for it!!!! It's a 1937 edition, so it's almost as old as me. I also discovered a secret room. I'll let you find it, but I'll say this, beware of Beth the naughty clown.

Hanna Park

Surfing and camping was pretty fun this weekend at Hanna park. The waves didn't get above three feet, but I still bagged some good head dips in the curl this morning at the poles. It was peaking right and left directly in front of the last pole and i got some great rides, some of which were about 100yrds long, which for Florida is pretty damn good. Dan and Jeremiah got great wave after great wave after great wave. Besides the surfing, we spent most of the time sweating, listening to Bob marley, and staring into the abysmal fires of Mordor. It's hard to describe how looking at a fire for hours is so entertaining, but it just is; maybe it's the sheer simplicity of this primordial pleasure that gets me? It was another great trip, another deep, brief breath of satisfaction.

The mothman

I watched the mothman prophecies 2 nights ago, and I'm still a little spooked at night. This kind of presents a problem for such an exceptional insomniac as myself, because I'm usually outside fishing in the backyard, looking at the stars or reading all night. So basically I've been kooked up in my room doing a little more reading than usual and watching "Insomniac Theatre" on channel 17. I feel pretty ridiculous, especially after reading what Schopenhauer had to say tonight.

Chamblin tried to rip me today

Today Dan and I went to Chamblin Bookmine. I got some books that can be described in no other way than "Mighty." They were mostly anthologies on Old English verse, of which I am a huge fan. Anyhow, I was looking through the adventure section and found an old green hardback entitled Vagabonding Down the Andes, and immediately my heart skipped a beat. Naturally, I bagged the sucker faster than a crazed harry potter fan at a new book release, and examined the browning pages of the green bound book. It looked like a keeper to me. When I went to the counter to buy it, the delusional cashier lady told me it was 25 skins to which I replied "whaaaat? are you kidding me?" Keep in mind this book looked pretty used, pretty old and pretty cheap $. I asked her to check on it but she was uncompromising and refused questioning. I was outraged. I told her to put it on hold for me and that was that. I have a bunch of junk books that I'll trade in and get the thing for free next time I'm there. I still can't believe she really thought those 612 pages were worth that much!gahh

insomnia part II

I finally figured it out, I'm superhuman -I don't have to sleep, in fact I can't sleep. Ha, I can't believe I thought it was insomnia. If you are up, I can guarantee you that I will be up so give a brotha a holla and we'll chill at 4:30am!!!

psych...

I know I told you before that I want to start my trekking in Bolivia and work south towards Patagonia, however, after talking to Nathan Shellhorn (if you don't know him, he's a good skating buddy of mine) yesterday, who's going to hike the Inca trail in Ecuador and Peru, I think I'd like to start in Ecudaor. See my main goal in this adventure is to carry what I need for living on my back all over the andes, climb up and around all the killer peaks, snowboard down as many as possible, surf as much as possible, get to know the locals well, and to be dissolute amongst the massiveness of it all. Said another way, Karen Horney wrote about people finding dissolution into something bigger by using the Upanishads' image of rivers flowing into a sea, and I can think of no more beautiful an image when describing what all I'm talking about. Anyways, back to what we were discussing, the Inca trail starts a little north of Quito, Ecuador, and goes through all the places I want to go through anyways, so why not stick with it? The Incas were an amazing civilization; their road network system alone, stretches farther south than Santiago, Chile, which makes it about 3,230 miles from top to bottom! No I'm not thinking about walking that far, but I'm just gonna use it as a guide line. Your thoughts?

Farley's the Man!