New Year's

By now, the effects of the painkillers and sleep-inducing agents have largely worn off, but I am still in pain and feel tired. A couple days snowboarding at Marmot Basin will do that to you. The weather was nice, but the skiing conditions were not that great, with a lot of icy patches, especially on the lower, more heavily used runs.

To rent or to buy a snowboard, that is the perennial dilemma. I rented.

The Jasper nightlife is still pretty tame, especially on a Wednesday night at the Atha-B. At least it was cheaper and not too noisy at the lodge.

This should be Jasper's new slogan:
Jasper, the quieter, more studious cousin to Banff. With 50 percent less weed and STDs.


As usual, my Christmas stash consisted largely of money and clothing. Nothing out of the ordinary, although I am still left with a sense of disappointment because it is the same predictable stuff year after year. I am still waiting for a present that will just knock my socks off, like a couple tropical islands, populated with beautiful women and lots of mangos.

What am I doing this New Year's Eve? Going to my friend Derelict's phantasmorgasmic celebration, Revive.