Whoa!

I wish I had time to do something like this...

I've been quite busy this week, yet haven't done anything academically related... hmmmm.

In other news, the achilles is feeling strong which means its time to put some fun back between my legs.

BA-out

Holy road trip!

Best spring break ever? Maybe. We covered a whole lot of California in 6 days. 6 EPICCCCC days.

Day 1,2 - Santa Monica

Santa Monica Co-op, Old Chub, Big Swell IPA, Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren/Patron Owner, 3rd street promenade dance party, boardwalk skate boarding, Venice Beach hippies, and muscle beach hunks.

Highlight: Venice Beach Whole Foods - first sight of GUBNA

Day 3,4 - Tahoe City

Snow ball fights, chillaxin by the lake, making a monster-transvestite snowman/woman, sledding, shredding Squaw Valley on skis, DJ Senile dance party, whiskey, sauna, playing dominos, and awesome food cooked by incredible chefs

Highlight: t-shirt skiing in 60+ degree weather and cooling down with a Dales on the chair lift

Day 5 - San Francisco, Sausalito, Santa Cruz

Haight street, thrift shops, whitie-tighty wearing hipsters, yachts, golden gate bridge, fresh ocean air, whole foods bulk, fat tire in a can, after hours hot tub

Highlight: not knowing where the hell we were going

Day 6 - Santa Barbara, LA ghetto, Blythe, Phoenix

Surfer dude bros, yummy food, vinyards, potty breaks, gnarly LA traffic, creepy truck stops and more DJ Senile

Highlight: passing out at my parents house

Bottom line: 6 day Cali road trip = TEASE

I am looking forward to an extended version this summer, which will involve bikes.

Springing toward a springy break

Maybe someday spring break will be spent here...

Yes, I still want to be an astronaut someday.

Until then, I am more than happy with a Lake Tahoe vacation!

Can I get a BE-KAW?

BA-Out

A chronic case of achilles senioritis

Do you believe in karma? I know that in the end, the world tends to balance out. When bad things tend to be coming your way time after time, good things are around the corner. The question is though, how long does it take to get around that corner?

That's where patience comes in. I have never been patient. Being injured on and off (mostly on) since I broke my hand in the beginning of October has been a true test of patience. My achilles tendonitis which has kept me from doing pretty much any sort of physical activity for the last 7 weeks or so has sucked big time, to say the least. During the time of year when athletes and snowbirds alike flock to Tucson to take advantage of the awesome weather, I find myself cooped up indoors far more often than I can barely handle.

I know that when I overcome this injury, I will have a healthy streak. I can feel it. At least I deserve a healthy body for a while according to karma... But the shitty thing is that my achilles has not gotten the slightest bit better in the last 7 weeks of physical therapy, stretching, icing, massage, laser treatments, ultrasound treatments, ASTYM, rest, etc. I guess I am just really being tested this time around.

I hate complaining. I know that my very minor injury is insignificant in the realm of life and injuries. But I am 22 and want to use my body to its full potential.

On top of that, I have recently realized that I am indeed severely color blind.

In this TEST, I can only read two plates: Plate 7 = 12 & plate 15 = 25.

Aren't I supposed to have some sort of superman type sense due to this handicap. What the hell...

BA - out...

phx BROpen

As many of you know, this weekend was the annual Phoenix/FBR/Waste Management Open (I can never keep the sponsors straight...). For those of you who have never experienced the open, it is unlike any other golf event.

I attended the open for the first time in 1997. I was 9 years old and remember one moment very vividly. As Tiger, the Lion-Cheetah, Woods approached the 16th tee, I gave him a high five as he walked by, right before he hit this shot...

It may have been the coolest moment of my life (at least the first 9 years of it).

I don't know if I was that naive or what, but since then the tournament has become an absolute shit-show. The 7 dollar bud lights don't stop the bros and hoes from getting wasted which makes for some good people watching.

Following the fan-favorite, ASU-grad, Phil Mickelson was fun for a while, but the real party was at the infamous 16th hole, where Tiger hit the hole-in-one. The hole is now completely surrounded with stadium seating filled with drunks of all ages heckling the golfers, and betting on which caddie would be the first to step on the green after walking from the tee.

I happened to make my way out of there safely without stepping on any passed out frat bros or piles of vomit. Success! Now all I have to do is figure out whether I am going to watch the final round of the tournament on TV tomorrow, or USA hockey win the gold medal over Canada. Tough choice...

BA-out

Slasher

Maybe its time to invest in one of these sweet products. Commuting through campus yesterday, my chainring got hungry for some denim, and decided to take a bight out of my favorite pair of jeans...

Thankfully, it didn't leave me naked, nor crashed.

Still gotta love this guy though.

On the bright side, I might finally be able to make myself a sweet pair of these though.

Besides feeding the fixie (who I have decided to name "Slasher"), it has been quite a killer weekend hangin out with the Ecuador crew.

BA-out

i like...

painting.

... and Todd Snider.

... and painting to music of Todd Snider.