Making snowballs out of slush

Tonight is a three-red bull. I'm going to try to exert the last of my strength to finish a web site that principally because of me has gone slowly. I think it has been hard to go back to work after experiencing a period in which I could focus on whatever caught my interest the most at the time and everything was new. I've found it very distracting, as I don't want to switch out of this mode of experience, even though the reality is I have a duty and responsibilities. And somehow I've had the "misfortune" of fortune lately -- Colorado for once seems an exciting place. The odd predicament is that when everything is going swimmingly, it is somehow difficult to adjust to it and keep everything in order! My world seems to have been rocked more in the past year than in about the past five years.

Hittin' the Slopes -- Winter ain't all bad.

After a 14-year hiatus, I went skiing at Winter Park this Saturday with my mom. And surprisingly, I didn't do half-bad for my third-time skiing. I only wiped out once or thrice when I was trying to think about the ski instructors' words of advice -- I was better just not thinking about anything and just trying to imitate the better skiers. So finally I can qualify as a true Coloradoan, no more ignomy when someone from the other 49 asks about whether I am "one with the mountain." (I'm thinking of conquering the rock wall at my gym just to be double sure.) I get a buzz just being up there in the Rockies at this time of the year, which is partly oxygen deficiency but mostly the fresh air and spectacular views. I think I'm going to go on a week day if I go once or twice more this season, just so I can be a speed demon without running anyone over. (Not too mention it's embarassing to see three year-olds skiing better than me, best to have deserted slopes.) Hear me oh Winter world, I will be king of the bunny hill yet! Ah, incidentally, I'm trying to pretend I'm still on vacation. I figure the more I can hide it from myself the better. The exploits need not cease now that I am attached to a computer for 40 odd hours a week... This whole concept of fun is revolutionary.