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Blueberry Pie
I live in the mountains. I live in a tent. High above the hum and drone. High above the toilet bowl like rim of human noise and suffering. I call myself a ski bum. My X and her Mom just call me bum. No matter. When you are self-unemployed in search of bliss you can be one or Ten Thousand. Ruling small nations in your head. Creating titles and battles that you always win. Except that i dearly love blueberry pie. No matter how clever or developed my backwood skills i cannot make this one simple thing. To enjoy blueberry pie i must drop below the rim and trade plasma for pie. Fair Trade. Simple enough. At least i don't die as do countless others around the world when they trade their blood for their intended dessert. Maybe if i switched to apple pie?
"We are tribe." Ha.
Just because you're a filthy hippy and/or you like to get high on the lift doesn't mean you're a ski bum. It seems that Slaag would disagree with me though; it sounds like he is confusing ski bums for people who instead have a passion for smoking weed but also happen to ski. Well...
All the true ski bums I have ever known have loved skiing first, nothing else.
all the skibums I know love skiing enough to make sacrifices to allow them to do it daily
and love it
plenty of cube monkeies and worker bees love skiing
just not enough to make the sacrifices
to do it enough to be worthy of the bum moniker.
now whether or not you poke smot or to what degree personal heigine plays in that equation is debateable,
JAH BLESS the tribe and those like slagg who ski to live
just to clear things up. i am not a ski bum!!!!! i am a dirtbag ski bum!!!!!! we get exemptions!!!
this thread is about tribe in all of its varied manifestations!!!!
here is a great viddy about roots and tribe:
Kästle Ski Movie "everything's a nail, here's your hammer"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZ7v2soqaLs
Slaag up, Tribe!
Slaag fully embodies the requisite principles for ski bum, and with principles to boot. And boot pack.
The whole point that you have missed Griddler is that the tribe is adept at adapting to adopting all members without prejudice. Smoke pot? Fine. Don't? Fine. Ski bum? Fine. Bum skier? Who the fuck cares?
Joint Pass! BCC Tribe
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Thanks to the Tribe we Stayed at the Bird! Plus Hiked/Skied Alta
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repost of words by yuromag hicks!!!!
Did do a write up last year on my approach with the folks abroad I'm sharing turns with as a way to say thanks a ton for still tagging me around .............
THE OLD BASTARD SKIER'S POEM by Heiko
The sirens cry 'you're gettin' old'
At least that is what I've been told
And although I think that statement is bold
There are occasions where I just fold
Now that I get skiing in with young guns
Who agewise could easily be my sons
I'm having a hard time keeping up
Since I sometime feel like an old pup
But then I just do not give a f**k
'Cause no skiing with these kids would suck
However it's gettin' hard on my knees
squeaking like rusty hinges lacking grease
Not to mention with all vertebraes aching
there's no way I can keep up faking
being still bloody 22 years of age
and breaking thru any barrier or cage
The old, worn and crippled back
just feels like a crushed rotten rack
with pulse thru the roof, lungs wheezing
a puke in between sometimes helps easing
The knees beeing shaky, the legs being toast
I feel like ending on hell's roast
therefore some shots of brandy and weed
keep moral intact and high spirit's feed
After a long day of suffering pain
I begin to feel some sort of gain
resulting in a deep mood of satisfaction
having survived another day of action
With a rowdy gang of gals and guys
who certainly aren't nearly enough wise
to refrain from recklessly slaying the pow
and making me look like a lame old crow
Despite all the wild hogs and gals
they are an awesome bunch of pals
who never ever let you down or behind
which makes them a very special kind
So all that said I should confess
without it all life would be a mess
the lack of fun would bring paranoia
So thanks to the gang in Slovakia
“With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.”
― Jarod Kintz
{insert pic of your favorite mountain here cause tgr ain't working}
bless the trolls and snowmakers
bless the trolls and snowmakers
the lifties and hosts
bless the cleaners and cooks
the bus drivers and servers
bless the owners and builders
the mountain ops and greeters
bless the instructors and students
the parents and racers
bless the gate keepers and cat drivers
the child tenders and owie menders
bless the mountain and sky
the pass checkers and sellers
bless the snow and trees
the slopes and high tees
bless the boards and boots
the duck tape and suits
bless the winter chill and still
the power and fury
bless the full moon and solstice
the canyon and valley
bless the life of bliss
the heart and soul
rdh
Amen, some more.
"Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’s the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he’s a lazy man, and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the runnin’ for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there’s a man… sometimes… there’s a man. Aw, I lost my train of thought here…” anyway, you're being very Dude here slaag. Well done, carry on.
wow!!!!!! little lebowski is is a major role model for me!!!!! if i could only find that bath robe i could bag maude!!!!!
quiver shiver
got skiis to go up
got skiis to go down
got skiis in the corner
got skiis for in town
got so many skiis
gettin hard to count
way beyond my needs
bills startin to mount
got skiis that are fat
got skiis that are thin
got skiis out back
got skiis that win
there are skiis for the ladies
there are skiis for the kids
there are skiis made in places
where you never want to live
got skiis made of wood
got skiis made of boo
got skiis with some fiber
got skiis named blue
on skiis for the new school
topsheet graphics tell a story
with inspector gadget outfits
i am the gaper of glory
got skiis for the powder
got skiis that carve ice
got skiis that are louder
got skiis that play nice
woke the other night
with a cold shiver
for i had drempt
some tweaker stole my quiver!!!!!!!!
rdh
ive got skis for you there poetically waxin bum bro
i'll leave a pair og 188 bros in the driveway
i have better skis for you but only if santa brings enough snow to double the base
i dream of tweakers and sfb awakens me with bros!!!!!!! thanks Pat and Dibs!!!!