Thursday, November 30, 2006

Heres to the Sweatshirt

First a short funny story:
A couple posts ago I used the word "Foray" to describe Me and my car, Drake the Pillager, and our trip into the mountains. My friend commented on my use of the word, and as neither of us knew EXACTLY what it meant, I decided to look it up in the dictionary. After the definition, it listed alternative words. And there it was..."Pillage." I couldn't have used it more correctly if I wanted to.



I had dinner with a friend the other day, when she looked at me and said "Jeremy, I knew you'd be wearing that sweatshirt."

So I stopped, pondered, and realized that I do wear that sweatshirt a bit much. In fact, its the only "tweener" that I have. If its anywhere between 60 and 30, or even if i'm a little chilly indoors, then the sweatshirt goes on.

Hes been good to me. But I guess when other people, who live in an entirely different city, notice that you where the same thing all the time, then maybe its kind of a problem. So I bought a new "tweener" which should be awaiting me when I get home. So I decided to browse through my pictures and find all the pictures with me and the sweatshirt. Kind of an ode.

and i know theres a lot more out there. These are only those that were taken of me with my camera.




He even kept Zach warm after he fell into the lake in Yosemite








-JJ

Thursday, November 23, 2006

skiing and music just don't mix

ok i know i JUST posted, and I highly suggest reading the next post cuz its brand new, but I found something out that everyone...ok, just most people, shoud know:

Last spring I went up to Winter park with my friend kevin hacket. I was almost asleep in the van ride up when my ipod locked up. it was making an awful grinding noise, like the needle of the hard drive scratching the drive itself. sounded awful.

I couldn't get the thing to work again until I got back from skiing. Havn't had a problem since.

Until I went to Breckenridge to ski. I got off the chair lift, plopped down in the snow, and pulled out my ipod. I figured since I was skiing by myself, I'd jam to music as I went down. Again, the scratching noise came back, and the ipod locked up. dag.

It was just as well, since skiing without hearing isn't the best idea in the first place. But other people had ipods, whats wrong with mine??

Just a few minutes ago I got the idea that maybe its the altitude. Both resorts are quite high. So I googled it, and "voila!" it was the altitude. Apparently theres a maximum operating altitude of 10,000 feet. (look under "environmental requirements)" Both resorts were at that or more.

The techincal answer is that the needle of the hard drive hovers above the hard drive without actually touching it. But when the air gets too thin, the needle comes in contact with it and obviously fails to operate, possibly even damages it. Luckily, the latter of the two didnt' occur and it still works fine.

How come other people were using they're ipod's at 11,000 feet? because they were using either ipod nano's or shuffles, which are all Flashed Based. Theres no moving parts. Once you go to a 30Gig or 60Gig, you're buying a hard drive with the moving needles.

its just good to know that if i'm gonna endanger myself by skiing in colorado by listening to music, I'm gonna have to buy a flash based mp3 player to do it.

Dang.

-JJ

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Thanksgiving Whoopin'

I got to take Drake up for his first real foray into the mountains on my way up to ski. The drive was pretty uneventful.

Though my first chance to use my unlimited ski pass at Breckenridge was nice. Its great to have easy access to such world class resorts that when I was younger was always the "Big winter trip." Now its just a short drive up the road.

Towards the end of the day I decided that I was ready to take myself and my snowboard up into the air. I landed a couple, but I ended up just bruising my shoulder...and a little of my confidence.

After driving all the way back to Denver (1 1/2 hrs) I drove up to Ft Collins (another hour) to visit my childhood friends Sarah and Renae, their respective husbands, and their parents Martin (Marty, my old Preacher who still holds the honor of preaching the single greatest sermon EVER) and Denise.

After a fabulous, and I mean INCREDIBLE dinner involving stuffing balls, ham and...other stuff, we sat down at the table to play a friendly card game.

I honestly can't remember what the name of the game, but its basically a game of speed on CRACK. And it was a game that Denise was quite adept at. I take that back. She DOMINATED.

Put it this way...you win the game when you get to 100....and at the end Denise had 100, I had -3. No, the negative mark is not a typo. Marty said that the object of the game is to not get embarassed.

I took my embarassment like a man. well...a man prone to violence.

Heres a couple of photos of the evening:

Preparing for Battle

I was obviously not happy after the "queen bee" destroyed me...yet again. I don't lose well. But she didn't take that hit well, either.

After we made up

-JJ

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Quote!

I've got 2 posts that I want to do, but both rely on having pictures, so I'm waiting on those. (Hint to the Moores!!! send the pics!!!)


I was reading a book by Bill Bryson (the one listed over to the right) and I just loved this quote:

"...if there is a better way to conclude a vacation than by not stopping in Omaha, then I don't know it."

Thursday, November 16, 2006

All the same

First I'd like to begin with an encounter I had on the plane today. I was flying into birmingham, when i spotted a lady with an Auburn tigers handbag. Of course I couldn't lay off, so I brought it up and ragged on her a little bit. It ended up being a little skirmish between her, me, another tiger fan, and a virginia tech hokie fan.

I questioned the auburn fan about the "war eagle" because i didn't think it made any sense to me, considering that their mascot is the Tiger. He told me that it was all in the history.

Him: if you read the history of auburn, it makes complete sense.

Me: I don't wanna read the history. why don't you just tell me?

Him: No, you need to read the history.

Me: Why waste my time when you can sit here and tell me right now?

Hokie fan to me: Just read it. It's a COLORING BOOK. IT TAKES 5 MINUTES.

I died laughing.

Anyways, while at dinner this evening, I was speaking to my friend Chris Ewing about what I wanted to write about my next blog. I wanted to talk about how no matter how much I try to be different, theres always going to be somone out there thats just like me. And its been an epidemic lately. Seems like everybody has told me that they've met someone lately who looks and acts like me.

Honestly it doesn't make me feel very special.

So as i waited at the entrance of the restaurant for chris to get his stuff together to leave, I noticed a group of people looking at me. At first I was confused about why they were acting so, then I realized it: I looked just like the guy they were sitting with. How embarrassing. I had to get out as soon as possible.

It didn't make me feel very good (until I heard one of the girls say "no, its not bad, he's cute")

But my friend laura met a guy, another flight attendant, that looks like me, enjoys the same things as me, apparently theres a guy in chicago who works for us that "is my twin." Theres been a couple of other times in the last 3 weeks involving different people but essentially saying the same thing.

But seriously, I've done a lot of things in my life to be different. I've always wanted to do things differently from the moment I was born. Actually, before that, considering I was 2 weeks late. I pushed my trycicle with my feet instead of pedaling it. I just didn't want to do things like other people. I grew up in Louisiana but all I wanted to do was head to the mountains. And now that I'm there surrounded by other people who just want to be in the mountains, I wanna go when nobody else is there.

I'm holding my breath until we start flying to Montana, where nobody is.

There are BILLIONS of people in the world, SOMEONE is like you. Maybe not EXACTLY like you, but close enough to make you shudder slightly.

It's like the goth people who want to be different but in the end just creating another group of ALIKE people.

I can't imagine what its like to actually have a twin. maybe you go through this at an early age. it's just wierd to come to a realization that there are so many people out there like you. I know the Bible says we are all unique. But how unique are we really?

-JJ

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

12 of 12

Heres November 12 of 12, spent visiting my adopted family from abilene in Columbus, OH. Most of these pics were A)Taken by Ethan, my brother B) on the way to church and C) Eating at the Thanksgiving Potluck. None of them are really exciting, and I had something else to write about but its gone now. But enjoy!

-JJ


















Monday, November 13, 2006

Here comes another one

I'll be posting my 12 of 12 soon. In the meantime, heres something that I've added to my list. Oh yes, it will be done.

http://www.adventurecycling.org/routes/greatdivide.cfm?pg=more

remember i said i would run the nyc marathon and never did it? yeah well i hate running. i like mountain biking.

-JJ

Monday, November 06, 2006

Dummy

As most of you know, I recently bought a new car. I've noticed since it has snowed that the windshield washers don't work. Not the wipers, but the little widgets that spray the water. I pull back on the control handle on the steering wheel, and the wipers go nuts, but nothing in the way of water.

So after a couple weeks, I set up an appointment with the dealership and I pull Drake into the garage. I tell the guy whats going on, he sits in the drivers seat, and immediately gets them to work.

He then shows me that there is a button on the end of the handle that makes the water squirt out.

OH.

I'm not sure I'd ever felt so dumb in my life.

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Zach came for a quick visit this weekend, heres just a couple of shots from our short hiking excursion in which we blazed our own trail through the snow, ended up having to go down a steep cliff...in the snow..and then fording a frozen, but not frozen enough, river.




Thursday, November 02, 2006

Back to Paradise 2

After working a killer trip with 31 hours of duty time in 3 days and getting to bed after 1am every night, which capped off 6 days in a row of work, i'm going home. Bye.

-JJ