POSTS FROM 2003

I tackled Half Dome a couple weeks ago, thus cementing myself as a true bobo from the Bay Area. The weather in Yosemite was spectacular — we couldn't have asked for anything better.
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Just as the 9th Circuit decided a few minutes ago to let the recall election go forth, my editor sent me the following press release from the governor's office: Governor Davis Signs Bill Permitting Churros to be Fried on Mobile Food Facilities.

“Churros are popular in California,” Governor Davis said. “And everyone who has tasted one knows that freshly made churros taste better than warmed over ones.”

Cleary everyone knows that fresh is better, and who is Governor Davis not to sign this fact into the statute? With such grand gestures of culinary fortititude against sub-par mobile churro stands, I don't know how those Republicans can still support a recall against such an honorable man.

Holy crap! I've finally posted my pictures from the trip. I spent a week in Costa Rica earlier this month, watching monkeys and lying on the beach.

Over the weekend, I learned that Ann Coulter—vacuous she-devil-cum-spokeswoman of the conservative regime—grew up in Connecticut and did her undergrad at Cornell.

I grew up in Connecticut and did my undergrad at Cornell.

And though our paths diverged when she continued on to UMich, I still feel dirty knowing that I was in the same environment for twenty-some years that was responsible for spawning this modern day hellmouth of radical Christian vitriol. Could an errant (probably druken) tryst with the Young Republicans have converted me into one of her boobish followers? I shudder the thought.

I spent last weekend in Park City, Utah, hobnobbing with the Hollywood types at the Sundance Film Festival amidst a veritable orgy of self-congratulatory festivities, a.k.a. “Award Ceremonies.” Now, we didn't hobnob per se — it was more along the lines of hobnobbing vicariously through the ill-dressed wannabe L.A. actress types, scampering after anyone who got out of a limo and looked remotely famous.

What we actually did was sit through a bunch of films that all went something like this: “So this happened, and then that happened, then this, and then everyone died.” Seriously, so many of those indie films were just flat out depressing. One particular standout was White of Winter, a film that combined a depressing theme, an awful soundtrack, and some of the worst dialogue, ever, stretched over 140 minutes. Excruciating.

Nonetheless, it was a good time, with snowboarding at Park City filling in the other non-movie timeslots. Unfortunately, the snow coverage was pretty bad as they were experiencing some of the worst snowfalls in recent history. My poor snowboard took a beating from all the ruffage that was exposed on the slopes.

My Christmas present to myself was a set of new brakes. Yes, very practical indeed. I spent all Christmas day getting them replaced, so I decided to document it because the instructions I found weren't that great. Thanks to Victor for helping me out.

Spent New Year's in Tahoe again with the ex-Calico crew. Good times. (Photos taken with my Polaroid Mio — quite the fun camera, I might add.)
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