Bout time to post some pictures...

Light is absolutely important.  Sometimes when it is dark the world is cold and uninviting.

When it is light outside, and we can see ourselves, we interact with one another.

And meet up at lit parks at night to play frisbee.

This is the view from Raven's crest atop Blueberry Hill.

The clouds are lovely and its sunny to the north in the valley.

Right now it is snowing at Whistler.

:)

These girls rock.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZcxAKMa44g

They danced with THE ROOTS!!

Front row, with the creepy fat dudes and the hot hot girls.

The Rings in Whistler Village

Some of my Norwegian friends.

Various important people.

A princess too.

We checked out the Athletes Village so Princess Martha Louise could inspire/stoke/encourage the Norge sledge-hockey team before their Bronze medal game versus Canada.

Me, Martin, Else (Norge Ambassador to Canada), Tom Johannson (Head of Norwegian Police),

and my "client" Tove Paule, President of the Norwegian Olympics/Paralympic Association.

Martha Louise loves trees :)

We went to the Capilano suspension bridge for an hour or so before the Bronze medal game.

She is the Princess of Norway and was very excited to be able to wander around Vancouver/Whistler with relative anonymity.  We made idle chit chat and joked around about things.

She is very kind, down to earth, and playful.

Working with her was a royal pleasure, bahahaha

This is the skip of the Norwegian Wheelchair Curling team, Princess Martha Louise, and my buddy Sundin (a fellow VanOC driver), posing for a photo for me :)

Madness after the Norwegians defeated the overrated Team Canada 2-1 in the final seconds of the third period.  The Princess went nuts along with Tove and these three women.  They hung out at Thunderbird Arena for a while then we headed back to the hotel.

I had a party to get to.

Stephan Harper just wanted to get the fuck outta there, hahaha!!

Ahhh, yes, the party.

This might have been one of the best parties I've ever been to in my life.

And it was at my house!!

Charles, Gaelen, and Will all celebrated their birthdays on Friday the 19th at the Taj Loveall at an Atlantis themed event.

Throughout the week I had let the Norwegians know they were invited but not expected to show.

So I was quite surprised to see eight of them,

including Princess Martha, show up in the middle of the madness.

I got them beer (not without spilling on the princess, actually...shyt) and let them do their thang.

Tove got pretty wild painting all the young men.

The picture is of the head of the Norwegian lottery shredding on guitar.

He played a nice little blues set in Chucks room before heading

out to the big stage to deliver some serious entertainment.

Songs in Norwegian, some ACDC, some of BC's finest, hahahaha!

All of this while donning a poncho to guard the axe from the Norwegian flag

Ali had so lovingly painted on hi chest.

We finished the beer.

I still haven't recovered from the shock of it all.

But this is why I came here.  This is why my Dad says that I'll "never leave Vancouver."

He might be right.

These mountains are mine.  I love them and they reciprocate.

This is what I want to take with me.

Everywhere I go.

Scene from the Sea to Sky

(with clouds on top)

Containers

What is in there? Where is it going? How much does it cost? Who takes it where? And when and why and how and and and and and contain yourself.

Whipple's O face

Compton's Response

"Butt Pie"

I saw this bus and thought:

If I could go to all points, which points would they be?

So I took a picture.

Then I wondered if there is an all points spaceship,

'cause that shit would be cool.

Nothing but peace love and unity,

Sean

ps- a birdy told me:

ahhhhhhhhh, it truly is that easy!!

Change in the Wind

The storm is beginning to brew.  Bold new clouds tower over mountains who wish them away some days. But not today.  Or yesterday.  When last night it snowed, the clouds dumped their shit on the flanks of my mountains, I awoke in the morning, elated and energized.  If not a bit surprised.  I tossed on two planks and rode it through til it was packed.  My jacket with powder, my face with a smile.

A new storm is beginning to brew.  One in my life that will come in due time and take a new set of coordinates that I will deem mine for the moment.  It will be southernly and warm in the air.  I will carry no doubts but not be arrogant about bodies or doubt or beliefs.  This is what I have, look at what we've been given.  So weave your own story, tie your own ribbon, make a beat you can dance to with rhythm so loose, you're the only one that can choose what you do.  So take a life, take a breath, make a move.

The storm is beginning to brew.  I feel the winds of something new.  The breeze that brings change in the weather forebodes another chapter of life that waits to be told, but hold on to your horses not yet.  The seasons have yet to forget, they are last, their last station but a place we have stood.  Believe in the future, it's coming either way.  We are not seasons we're people who change day to day.

Confidence isn't easy but necessary.

"Don't worry be happy."

Sean

ps- go to Sasquatch, all of you!!

Whoa I am a slacker

I am now living in Whistler.

I wake up when I do and eat some toast and yogurt and drink coffee.  Then I look out the window and decide how quickly I should get ready to go skiing.  Then I put my gear on and head up to the hill.

Then I ski all day.

Then I come home, watch a hockey game, drink some beer, and eat some more food before retiring (usually very early) to sleepy dreamland where I dream of snow and make it reality.

My life is amazing.  I am so fortunate.  Real life is gonna be a bitch.

I'll post some pho tots pronto.  And get back to writing.  But I don't want to rant about my sloth.  I just want to shred.

Sean

The world system of support is people/Merry Christmas!

To all my friends, my family, and to all that be:

Happy holidays, merry chrismakahkwanza, what have you.

Mostly to all the people who don't read this, but even more to those that do.

I want to say that I'm thankful for all that I'm living for.  I want to thank those others like you living.

Delightful.

I love the love you've given me.

[I'd like to give it back like life to my dead cat.]



I'll be "here" for a while.

Wont you just be with me :)

Thanks to all those who's floors I've slept on, whose stories I've heard told til they're Gold. To the one's who have passed along wisdom or food, I'll remember all of you when I am old.  Until then let us be friends.

Lots of Love all over the World,

Sean

Pushing Perspectives

A nice view from the cliffs at sunset.

I've been going out just to take pictures lately.  I need constant stimulation I think.

Everything offers some perspective even if you don't see it right away.

A camera is a cool tool to capture perspective with

!

Elisa is an excellent expert harpist.

The other night I ate dinner with my back to her and her harp and I suddenly found myself dining in a medieval royal castle with a Chinese fire-breathing dragon keeping guard outside the gate!

When Sir Gaelen strolled in with his armor on I invited him to drink mead with me and recount the days battles.  He said it had rained and was soon thereafter seduced by the music.

Unfortunately for me Sir Gaelen caught the glance of the harpist, as he faced her.

They ended up fooling around in fantasy-land long before I.

I think it was grilled cheese.

Or somethin'

The Moon was HUUUUUGE the other night!!

I wanted to see it over Mt. Baker but this was the best I got while driving home, hahaha.

I like purple.

The Hand of God, UBC

Some random girl at the UBC cliffs was kind enough to trade up her zoom for some shots with my fishy.  It was a nice sunset :)

That's right, good clean fun with a fisheye.

I focking lahve those colors.

Charles and George had an impromptu stare-off on the 43.  When I say this I mean:

Charles decided that whoever sat in the pair of facing chairs in the accordion part of the bus had to compete with him in a stare-off.  Luckily for everyone, the first victim was George, a friendly yet formidable opponent surprisingly enough.

He sat down.

Charles sat down.

They laid down the rules and it was ON!

George was totally into it and Charles was ready for the challenge.

Check out everyone's expressions, haha.  Busses are really interesting social spaces.  Everyone has different manners on the bus, you treat people differently, some people consider it some sort of private space while others argue that it is totally shared, public space (which I agree with!)

The stare-off captivated everyone for a solid three minutes until George blinked.

The wager of $1.25 and a smack in the face was recanted by a victorious Charles.

We got off at the next stop.

Late night walk through Nitobe Garden at UBC after a couple hours of indoor soccer?  Why not?

Noel, Chuck, Doug, Amine, and I cruised threw for a warm-down sesh and some photos.

The photos didn't turn out

This guy really took a dive.

Interurbanism

Sitting wishing disappearing into a thin strip of cold air slipping slowly from under the door.  I wish I could go away with it into the mountains and just turn into snow.  For now it's hope.  Hope that I too can slip through the crack in the door.  Hope that snow actually is coming.  Hope that somewhere there's someone enjoy a warm breeze as much as I enjoy mine cold.

Whistler beckons.  I applied for three jobs there today after striking out completely yesterday on Broadway.  If I get one its to the snow I go.  Bummer :)

Here are some photos of the installation Charles, Paul, and I put up at the Interurban Art Gallery.  Paul has some way better photos of the final project.

Rough frame of one wall.

Paul sat across from me when we took a break to go get grub

He took this phots.   Burgers, yummmm

Ready to get on up!

Charles scoping the room out.

I got Olympics training today at four and Cagefighting (poetry night) after that.  Finally a few things to do to get me out of this jobless monotony.

Until the next time...

Sean

More skiing to come

I have gotten in 6 days so far.  Looking to up that soon.  Wednesday?  Yes.

I went home to see the family for Thanksgiving.  It was really nice to be home for more than one day.  Dad took Erin, Will, and I skiing on Wednesday.  It had rained the day before.  The snow was shyt compared to the stuff all week at Whistler, but we shralped anyways.  We always do.

Will and Erin up on Seventh Heaven.  Steven's Pass, WA

After skiing we went home and baked Mom and Dad an apple pie.

Step one-ish

My sister!!  Hi Erin!!

Step twoish

Step freeeeee

And we don't have any more pictures cause we ate them too  :)

Sean