oh man...

this blogging this is tough. so much good stuff happened since the purchase of a one-piece, but (blogging) time is $$...probably because i seem to write the damn things at work... and i've been too busy to update my faithful (one) reader (thanks, Hart!). so today i signed up for a twitter account. it's the equivalent of updating your facebook status in 140 meager characters. you should wiggle on over here to check it out...

but in the meantime, here is asshole version of the last 2 months:

-wearing the white one-piecer brings weird 'who's that gaper?' looks my way.
-white one pieces get dirty fast.
-schralp trip to the NW for 2 weeks included rain, hail, thunder, lightning, fog and sun. hurt my knee the first day out, hung out with grandma and the parents, had first BC trip at alpental.
-future snowboarding magazine is no more! :( rip
-spring shreddin' at a-basin over memorial weekend. caught a 17 inch trout. yummy!
-drinks with liko smith of the block hotels.
-lining up shred trips (argentina!) for some editorial stories.
-moved from one psycho roommate to another.
-finally found my own place - sans roommates!! - at the base of the canyons resort.

i'm in pittsburgh this week for a PR Schmoozapalooza learning about all the wonderful tactics and case studies of new media, going green and trends in the travel and tourism industry. hey, if it means being out of the office, i'll take it! but all this talk makes me want to switch over to writing/journalism more than being in PR.

have you ever watched "moment of truth" on fox? how sad of a show is that? can't say i've ever watched it before, but i couldn't imagine being stoked about walking onto the set of a reality tv show and fess up to any deep-rooted thoughts in exchange for $$ and a lonely life after you've pissed off your family and friends. yet, it seems to be a moment of pride for the people coming on the show. good luck winning your relationships back.

just had dinner at this place called 'original fish market' at the westin convention/hotel in pittsburgh. can't say it's a tasty restaurant, however much they call it a fresh fish dining establishment. blech. the sushi is better in utah than it is at this place. just remember that if you ever go to the pitts. the waiter reminded me of a young, pre-white michael jackson, too, so that was a little disturbing.

that's it. that's all.