Last weekend, Tahoe got pounded with a ton of new snow. As the inches piled up, my excitement became overshadowed by agony -- there was really nothing I could do to take advantage of all the pow, as I was chained to SF by an important research deadline.
This past week, I obsessively checked the weather reports and lift statuses for Northstar/Heavenly/Kirkwood multiple times every day, my eyes bulging with anxiety and anticipation each time I refreshed a page. Things didn't look promising, but I hightailed it to Kirkwood at the first opportunity anyway.
And boy, was it worth it! Despite the fact that there were only 3 lifts open, I found a super fun and challenging mogul line to hit over and over again (my legs are currently jello). While exploring the woods and gullies, I came across a fair amount of deliciously untracked pow as well. :) I didn't have my Parlor skis with me (they're still without bindings), but my new Fischer skis really delivered -- I got my ski legs back way sooner than anticipated. First day of the 2013-14 ski season = huge success!
Now, behold: my artistic interpretation of the mogul line that's rendered me pretty much immobile:
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| "Kirkwood" |
Where's my sense of balance?! I can't wait to get my life together once this horrendous Step 1 is out of the way. There's a gigantic, sunny, beautiful, flashcard-and-question-bank-free world out there, waiting for my havoc! >:)
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| "Kilter" |
Cartoon hearts are really lame, but playing around with their contours was actually a pretty interesting exercise.
Cuuuuuurvy...
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| "Contours" |
When I was a kid, I loved drawing out good 'ol fashioned bubble letters. Any poster project was a chance to showcase my superior artistic skillz! This, mind you, was ages before I discovered the scourge that is Comic Sans.
Here's to the days in which I worshiped balloon letters, the curvier the better!
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| "Retro" |
When Brett and I were in Paris two summers ago, we checked out the Pompidou, a fantastic modern art museum just a few blocks from where we were staying. There were several exhibits that blew my mind, but there's one in particular that still stands out quite vividly (possibly because I have a picture of it on display in my apartment): Jean Dubuffet's "Cave," a whacky, cavernous installation that invited visitors to enter and romp around to their hearts' content. The thick black lines, which seemingly flowed without direction, made the walls appear simultaneously flat and bulging. I kept thinking of rubber bands and Dr. Seuss when I was in there!
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| "Pompidou?" |
This beautiful weather makes me want to be outside all the time (I know, I keep going on about the weather, sorry)! Everything's so lush and green, plus we don't have to deal with that disgusting, neon-yellow coating of pollen any more. Thumbs up!
Here's a design inspired by summer-y jaunts into nature:
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| "Greenery" |
