FUCK!!!
I am gonna get a job and make some money and pay people back and get the money I am owed and sort my shit the fuck out!
RAAAHH!!!!!
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Iron Clad Ben
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I finished college $22K+ USD in debt. Not sure what your situation is like, if it's more or less, but I wanted to let you know my experience. It seemed like it would be forever to pay it off at the time. It took 4 years, but I did it (and one of those years I was deferring my student loans because I made too little money to be able to pay them at all). You can do it Mosh. One thing at a time. I know you want to take the universe by the horns and go for gusto right away, but it's more of a one-step-at-a-time type deal. You have big dreams and I have no doubt you'll accomplish great things, but the journey is as important as the destination. One day at a time, homes.
That which is worthwhile is difficult to achieve. Keep one eye on today and one on the future. You'll be in good shape.
That which is worthwhile is difficult to achieve. Keep one eye on today and one on the future. You'll be in good shape.
ironclad, ur last post was really enlightening. I don't have loans yet, but I am in senior year and will once I start my masters. I am a social work major, and before this year I believed I was able to make a living in social work, and I can, but what I want to do, demands more schooling. I will be in that boat, and worried about the loans I will have to take. ur post made me feel it is possible to pay off loans. good luck mosher, ur gonna be fine, I've never met u, but my philosophy is decent people make it, and u seem like one. I'll let u know how it is when I am in ur boat.
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The Story of Camp Wakahakee
The whole idea for the camp came to me from wanting to go camping with some of my friends and then that turned into me wanting as many of my friends as possible to come so I made it a thing!
We (Peng and I mostly) played around with different ideas for the camp name, I think I started with something like Camp Hackasackaway or something. It morphed and changed and eventually became Camp Wakahakee ("Whack-a-Hacky") which made us giggle right from the first time I blurted it out.
So we had the idea, a footbag jam where everyone camps and we shred during the day and have campy fun at night, perfect. All we needed was the perfect location. We checked out a few campgrounds in the immediate area to Peng and I and eventually concluded that Bronte Creek Provincial Park was the winner. The park is big and sprawling, bordering the west edge of the town I live in, Oakville, and the neighboring town of Burlington. The campground and day-use parts of the park have totally different entrances so people had to travel a few km's to get from where we were staying to where we were shredding, with every amenity one would ever need in between.
The campground was really nice, it had clean washrooms and perfect space for a group of smiling happy footbag campers.
The day-use part of the park had at least half a dozen of these IDEAL pavilion shelters that were amazing for footbag. They smooth cement floors with shade cover and close proximity to toilets and water.
So it was all set, we had the idea which lead to finding the place, now all we needed was people!
I was super stoked to see the Camp Wakahakee thread blossom to like 10 pages or something!
Friday September 14th 2007 finally came!
Peng and I had screened tons of hoodies and t's and towels and put so much into getting everything perfect. We got to the campground pretty early, maybe around 2 PM. As we checked in the super nice park ranger dude (who would save the day on sunday as you will see later in the story) commented that for some reason there were many campsites booked in that area and that caused Peng and I to excitedly exclaim 'thats because of us!' He did take the time to warn that we can't be jacking up any crazy parties with kegs and stuff because that's happened before and it's bad. We assured him we'd be wonderful and polite guests, which we held true to proudly. Though it's funny that he gave us that warning but he also gave Ben Roscoe the warning that if he is going to be doing any underage drinking then he should be sure to hide it when the ranger comes around in the truck.
We had our campsite setup pretty swiftly, including setting up a tent for Anne (Mosher) and Matt Cross. Our tent was so pimped out, we had an air mattress!
Ben Roscoe was the first to arrive with his friend Jamie. They won the keener prize and I gave them Planet Footbag posters.
People trickled in slowly over the afternoon/evening until the campsite was buzzing with footbag friends. Several people called me en route to say that they didn't follow my directions (
) and instead tried to use mapquest and wound up at the day-use part of the park.. which is several kilometers from the campground entrance. That's what they get for not believing me, jerks! 
We got a fire going and had a pleasant night around the campfire making some music and listening to the night and talking. It was really nice.
Saturday morning we got the fire started up again and sloooowly cooked our breakfast over the fire. We made eggs, chicken bacon and fire roasted toast. hehe
Eventually we got to the event site and I discovered that the pavilion I wanted to use was in use by people setting up British Car Day, which was the next day. So I diverted people to another of the many pavilions and we dove into the fun! We all started grabbing and sliding out all the picnic tables making the center space all perfect and open and sweet. I set up merch on a picnic table, made sure music was pumping and watched as an empty pavilion became a throbbing footbag tournament! How thrilling!
There were many many of my good friends there, I was so happy. One footbag friend that I really liked from my early days in footbag named Jarrett Hutton went on a 3 year hiatus from footbag and took up smoking and all this bad stuff. He came back into footbag a few weeks before wakahakee and then totally came and it was so rad to see him again. Also, he still has gooorgeous style, it'll be sick if he keeps with it, I always wanted to know what it'd have been like if he stuck with it.
Every circle was a blast to be in, it was just a ton of great people from different parts of my life all smashed together.
I was really happy that my sister came and had fun with us. Her life has really been taking a turn for the better lately and I am really proud of her. She has this awesome new job teaching music, which is directly in line with her degree which is so cool! She got a pair of lavers and wants me to teach her! I think it'd be AMAZING if she actually went for it, what a trip that'd be. I've offered unlimited free lessons, so we'll see where that takes us.
The competition went pretty smoothly. Ianek had us try a new judging system where the judging was done after every time the bag came around. I guess this idea was sorta cumbersome in itself, but we made it even harder by having like 8 judges for each round. The people judging were the people competing in the other rounds, but not the one coming up next. It worked.. except that the play had to be stopped too much and it broke the flow and in the end we wound up with this giant pile of judges sheets to go through. Honorable mention goes to Ben Roscoe for taking on the task of tallying the judges sheets, I gave him a PF flip book for that.
In the semis and finals we only had a small panel of judges and we only did the judging after each round of 4 rotations of the bag. I think the flow went alot more naturally in this style.
I don't remember much from competition (I never really do) but I remember hitting whirlygig! That's the second 6 ADD I've hit in competition other than cripwalk. Wait.. is toe matador a 6 too? Maybe I've done 3, but interestingly 2 of them were my inventions!
I think everyone looked awesome in their CW garments, the hoodies are really comfy too.
The only rain came Friday evening when we were setting up and a liiiiittle spray on Saturday but otherwise it was gorgeous and sunny. There was a slight crispness to the air though, so the sweaters were just right for when you weren't shredding.
I had to leave Saturday afternoon to go pick up John Bagi and Derrick Ogden of the KFM. They were supposed to come in Friday night but instead got wasted in Toronto and didn't tell me anything.
So I go to pick them up, which is to say leave the event I am throwing, and have to wait for like an hour while they blunder and bumble around discovering that the train doesn't go to the station I am at and that there aren't any busses leading them to eventually show up in a taxi. (I was steeeeaaming mad by this point!)
Anyways, everyone had lots of fun and I guess we all left eventually and went back to the campground.
Saturday night was lots of fun, too much fun maybe? haha I bought a 24 of carlsberg and gave out too many and lots of people just took them.. I had originally planned to sell them but I am too much of a softy to ask for money so I just let people take them. It's stuff like that why I am out of money so often.
I guess eventually I snuck away and into my tent with Pengpeng and snuggled off to sleep in our comfy dome.
The funniest tent award either goes to Chad and Jason's epic majestic palace embassy with rooms upon rooms that took a month to set up, all in the dark of course. Or it should go to Ben Rea who showed up with a tent.. but no tent poles. So his tent was tied up to a tree with rocks at the corners to pin it in place, ideal!
I think the harshest conditions experienced were by Derrick and John, who's tent was torn into by raccoons while they were partying saturday night. This meant that not only were two athletic young men sharing a tent made for half of one of them with only one sleeping bag but they had to do so with a giant gaping hole in the side of their tent. And it was cold at night! Oh well, it will put hair on their chests!
Sunday was kinda brutal.
We had breakfast and then all decided to pack up and head to the event site. The problem was that many people didn't bother to ask me where we were going and it happened that Sunday was a giant car show at the site. The pavilion we used Saturday was discovered (by my sister) to be in use and so her and Ianek hunted around for an alternative and eventually found a perfect one at parking lot F, right where the disc golf course was!
Anyways, everyone left the campground but also managed to strange Peng and I with tooooons of stuff and people and garbage, which was about three times what her car could hold. So that basically implied that I was going to have to spend all sunday running trips... until the super nice park ranger guy saved the day!!
He came rolling around the path (as the ranger truck did on a regular basis, which made me feel nice and safe) just as we had started loading all the garbage and bottles into peng's car and totally saved us by just taking all our garbage!! yay!!!
That meant that with some absurd over packing of her car we could get everyone and all our shit jammed into the car and off to the site! Whee!
We got there, paid the $13 to get in and drove to parking lot F. The park really was a zoo with the car show, but happily it was calm as ever down at lot F. The pavilion was even better than the one the day before! More shade in the main area PLUS a perfect out door spot off one end of it!
So the jimmy jam jam jammon went on and it was fun again.
I tried to do footbag golf and workshops but people didn't really give a shit about either so we just played footbag. Jorden did do his workshop though and it seemed successful.
I also got 6 pizzas for people at the end of the day, though it was super annoyingly hard to do for some reason. Also, lots of people didn't pay me anything and so I am out money there too. Bleh, money!
Anyways, I am getting pretty tired of typing.
I gave out a whole pile of stuff in a raffle and I think people liked that.
guh, I will smash out the rest of wakahakee.
The last footbagging that happened at wakahakee was some footbag net of all things! Hacky Sack Jack had set up a full net court and so I didn't want it to go to waste so I asked him if he'd play some net with me. That turned into me and him and a few others and then into games of net! I played net and I liked it! I think net is going to boom again, everyone else really liked it too.
Once it was all over at the day site I drove with peng to take Ben Roscoe and Jamie to Union station downtown Toronto, then drove peng to her house in markham then did the full markham - oakville transit route that takes 1.5 hours to finally make it back to Oakville only to have to wait for like 45 minutes at the train station because my sister didn't stick to the plan we'd agreed on and then dilly dallied instead of coming to get me. rrrr, I was kinda irritated when she finally showed up with john and derrick.
I passed out and recharged a bit. The next day I played with Derrick and John and Skippy and it was fun.
We even bought a badminton set to use as a footbag net net and played some net. I'd say it was more fun than not fun. But for sure the best moment of playing net in my backyard was drilling before even playing net. We said that we wouldn't go play net until we got a double full hack with the net bag between the 4 of us. It seemed like an absurd preposition at first but eventually we totally got it and it was amazing!! We all did happy slappy hands and the sun was shining and all was good in life.
They crashed at my place one more night and I took them to the train in the morning.
That is what felt like the end of Camp Wakahakee to me.
I was and am glad it went so well. I'd say it was my most smoothly run event so far, and definitely the best combo of accommodations and event site. I think that this concept of using a campsite for lodging and finding some place to shred can be applied to so many places in the world so I think others should take on the task of throwing more Camp Wakahakees!
I can say for sure that at least I will be throwing more of them and you are all invited!
I invite anyone that came to camp wakahakee to post their thoughts and memories of the weekend in here.
The whole idea for the camp came to me from wanting to go camping with some of my friends and then that turned into me wanting as many of my friends as possible to come so I made it a thing!
We (Peng and I mostly) played around with different ideas for the camp name, I think I started with something like Camp Hackasackaway or something. It morphed and changed and eventually became Camp Wakahakee ("Whack-a-Hacky") which made us giggle right from the first time I blurted it out.
So we had the idea, a footbag jam where everyone camps and we shred during the day and have campy fun at night, perfect. All we needed was the perfect location. We checked out a few campgrounds in the immediate area to Peng and I and eventually concluded that Bronte Creek Provincial Park was the winner. The park is big and sprawling, bordering the west edge of the town I live in, Oakville, and the neighboring town of Burlington. The campground and day-use parts of the park have totally different entrances so people had to travel a few km's to get from where we were staying to where we were shredding, with every amenity one would ever need in between.
The campground was really nice, it had clean washrooms and perfect space for a group of smiling happy footbag campers.
The day-use part of the park had at least half a dozen of these IDEAL pavilion shelters that were amazing for footbag. They smooth cement floors with shade cover and close proximity to toilets and water.
So it was all set, we had the idea which lead to finding the place, now all we needed was people!
I was super stoked to see the Camp Wakahakee thread blossom to like 10 pages or something!
Friday September 14th 2007 finally came!
Peng and I had screened tons of hoodies and t's and towels and put so much into getting everything perfect. We got to the campground pretty early, maybe around 2 PM. As we checked in the super nice park ranger dude (who would save the day on sunday as you will see later in the story) commented that for some reason there were many campsites booked in that area and that caused Peng and I to excitedly exclaim 'thats because of us!' He did take the time to warn that we can't be jacking up any crazy parties with kegs and stuff because that's happened before and it's bad. We assured him we'd be wonderful and polite guests, which we held true to proudly. Though it's funny that he gave us that warning but he also gave Ben Roscoe the warning that if he is going to be doing any underage drinking then he should be sure to hide it when the ranger comes around in the truck.
We had our campsite setup pretty swiftly, including setting up a tent for Anne (Mosher) and Matt Cross. Our tent was so pimped out, we had an air mattress!
Ben Roscoe was the first to arrive with his friend Jamie. They won the keener prize and I gave them Planet Footbag posters.
People trickled in slowly over the afternoon/evening until the campsite was buzzing with footbag friends. Several people called me en route to say that they didn't follow my directions (
) and instead tried to use mapquest and wound up at the day-use part of the park.. which is several kilometers from the campground entrance. That's what they get for not believing me, jerks! We got a fire going and had a pleasant night around the campfire making some music and listening to the night and talking. It was really nice.
Saturday morning we got the fire started up again and sloooowly cooked our breakfast over the fire. We made eggs, chicken bacon and fire roasted toast. hehe
Eventually we got to the event site and I discovered that the pavilion I wanted to use was in use by people setting up British Car Day, which was the next day. So I diverted people to another of the many pavilions and we dove into the fun! We all started grabbing and sliding out all the picnic tables making the center space all perfect and open and sweet. I set up merch on a picnic table, made sure music was pumping and watched as an empty pavilion became a throbbing footbag tournament! How thrilling!
There were many many of my good friends there, I was so happy. One footbag friend that I really liked from my early days in footbag named Jarrett Hutton went on a 3 year hiatus from footbag and took up smoking and all this bad stuff. He came back into footbag a few weeks before wakahakee and then totally came and it was so rad to see him again. Also, he still has gooorgeous style, it'll be sick if he keeps with it, I always wanted to know what it'd have been like if he stuck with it.
Every circle was a blast to be in, it was just a ton of great people from different parts of my life all smashed together.
I was really happy that my sister came and had fun with us. Her life has really been taking a turn for the better lately and I am really proud of her. She has this awesome new job teaching music, which is directly in line with her degree which is so cool! She got a pair of lavers and wants me to teach her! I think it'd be AMAZING if she actually went for it, what a trip that'd be. I've offered unlimited free lessons, so we'll see where that takes us.
The competition went pretty smoothly. Ianek had us try a new judging system where the judging was done after every time the bag came around. I guess this idea was sorta cumbersome in itself, but we made it even harder by having like 8 judges for each round. The people judging were the people competing in the other rounds, but not the one coming up next. It worked.. except that the play had to be stopped too much and it broke the flow and in the end we wound up with this giant pile of judges sheets to go through. Honorable mention goes to Ben Roscoe for taking on the task of tallying the judges sheets, I gave him a PF flip book for that.
In the semis and finals we only had a small panel of judges and we only did the judging after each round of 4 rotations of the bag. I think the flow went alot more naturally in this style.
I don't remember much from competition (I never really do) but I remember hitting whirlygig! That's the second 6 ADD I've hit in competition other than cripwalk. Wait.. is toe matador a 6 too? Maybe I've done 3, but interestingly 2 of them were my inventions!
I think everyone looked awesome in their CW garments, the hoodies are really comfy too.
The only rain came Friday evening when we were setting up and a liiiiittle spray on Saturday but otherwise it was gorgeous and sunny. There was a slight crispness to the air though, so the sweaters were just right for when you weren't shredding.
I had to leave Saturday afternoon to go pick up John Bagi and Derrick Ogden of the KFM. They were supposed to come in Friday night but instead got wasted in Toronto and didn't tell me anything.
So I go to pick them up, which is to say leave the event I am throwing, and have to wait for like an hour while they blunder and bumble around discovering that the train doesn't go to the station I am at and that there aren't any busses leading them to eventually show up in a taxi. (I was steeeeaaming mad by this point!)
Anyways, everyone had lots of fun and I guess we all left eventually and went back to the campground.
Saturday night was lots of fun, too much fun maybe? haha I bought a 24 of carlsberg and gave out too many and lots of people just took them.. I had originally planned to sell them but I am too much of a softy to ask for money so I just let people take them. It's stuff like that why I am out of money so often.
I guess eventually I snuck away and into my tent with Pengpeng and snuggled off to sleep in our comfy dome.
The funniest tent award either goes to Chad and Jason's epic majestic palace embassy with rooms upon rooms that took a month to set up, all in the dark of course. Or it should go to Ben Rea who showed up with a tent.. but no tent poles. So his tent was tied up to a tree with rocks at the corners to pin it in place, ideal!
I think the harshest conditions experienced were by Derrick and John, who's tent was torn into by raccoons while they were partying saturday night. This meant that not only were two athletic young men sharing a tent made for half of one of them with only one sleeping bag but they had to do so with a giant gaping hole in the side of their tent. And it was cold at night! Oh well, it will put hair on their chests!
Sunday was kinda brutal.
We had breakfast and then all decided to pack up and head to the event site. The problem was that many people didn't bother to ask me where we were going and it happened that Sunday was a giant car show at the site. The pavilion we used Saturday was discovered (by my sister) to be in use and so her and Ianek hunted around for an alternative and eventually found a perfect one at parking lot F, right where the disc golf course was!
Anyways, everyone left the campground but also managed to strange Peng and I with tooooons of stuff and people and garbage, which was about three times what her car could hold. So that basically implied that I was going to have to spend all sunday running trips... until the super nice park ranger guy saved the day!!
He came rolling around the path (as the ranger truck did on a regular basis, which made me feel nice and safe) just as we had started loading all the garbage and bottles into peng's car and totally saved us by just taking all our garbage!! yay!!!
That meant that with some absurd over packing of her car we could get everyone and all our shit jammed into the car and off to the site! Whee!
We got there, paid the $13 to get in and drove to parking lot F. The park really was a zoo with the car show, but happily it was calm as ever down at lot F. The pavilion was even better than the one the day before! More shade in the main area PLUS a perfect out door spot off one end of it!
So the jimmy jam jam jammon went on and it was fun again.
I tried to do footbag golf and workshops but people didn't really give a shit about either so we just played footbag. Jorden did do his workshop though and it seemed successful.
I also got 6 pizzas for people at the end of the day, though it was super annoyingly hard to do for some reason. Also, lots of people didn't pay me anything and so I am out money there too. Bleh, money!
Anyways, I am getting pretty tired of typing.
I gave out a whole pile of stuff in a raffle and I think people liked that.
guh, I will smash out the rest of wakahakee.
The last footbagging that happened at wakahakee was some footbag net of all things! Hacky Sack Jack had set up a full net court and so I didn't want it to go to waste so I asked him if he'd play some net with me. That turned into me and him and a few others and then into games of net! I played net and I liked it! I think net is going to boom again, everyone else really liked it too.
Once it was all over at the day site I drove with peng to take Ben Roscoe and Jamie to Union station downtown Toronto, then drove peng to her house in markham then did the full markham - oakville transit route that takes 1.5 hours to finally make it back to Oakville only to have to wait for like 45 minutes at the train station because my sister didn't stick to the plan we'd agreed on and then dilly dallied instead of coming to get me. rrrr, I was kinda irritated when she finally showed up with john and derrick.
I passed out and recharged a bit. The next day I played with Derrick and John and Skippy and it was fun.
We even bought a badminton set to use as a footbag net net and played some net. I'd say it was more fun than not fun. But for sure the best moment of playing net in my backyard was drilling before even playing net. We said that we wouldn't go play net until we got a double full hack with the net bag between the 4 of us. It seemed like an absurd preposition at first but eventually we totally got it and it was amazing!! We all did happy slappy hands and the sun was shining and all was good in life.
They crashed at my place one more night and I took them to the train in the morning.
That is what felt like the end of Camp Wakahakee to me.
I was and am glad it went so well. I'd say it was my most smoothly run event so far, and definitely the best combo of accommodations and event site. I think that this concept of using a campsite for lodging and finding some place to shred can be applied to so many places in the world so I think others should take on the task of throwing more Camp Wakahakees!
I can say for sure that at least I will be throwing more of them and you are all invited!
I invite anyone that came to camp wakahakee to post their thoughts and memories of the weekend in here.
Tom Mosher
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My Camp Whakahakee write up, per Toms request
Me, Gresham and Liam, who happen to be my weekly shred-members all packed in mats, tons of hotdogs, marshmallows and muffins and printed out our trusty mapquest sheet, and put in some techno for the 45 minute ride ahead of us. I always like the rides to places with people you enjoy being with, because the anticipation and general giddy-ness that comes out of it is always so priceless. Many of the best jokes and biggest laughs seem to come out of times like these.
So, after arriving at the "day camp" I decide to call Tom, and ask him what the heck was up, and then he said "Well, did you follow the directions I gave you" At this point, I was thanking god I did not do the navigating or driving, because we definitely just followed the mapquest and ignored what Tom told us to do. I still felt pretty embarrassed, for about 15 seconds until I realized that Tom was cool enough to not worry about being embarrassed.
So, we show up and sign in, and in all of my excitement I do some key chain shred in the lobby-hut-thing, only thinking of the cool stuff I would show everyone this weekend.
So, Friday night, already dark, raining we show up to the site, and meet up with Ben Roscoe, and we set up tent. Jesus christ, why are tents always so awkward to set up? It is much of the same predicament people fall into every time you pick up a set of earphones(bud style). Somehow they get all tangled, even though you placed them perfectly in their damn little case. Anyway,.....
As soon as the tent was up, it stopped raining and Tom and Peng came back from where ever they went, and then slowly more and more people showed up, as we sat around the fire. We made ourselves the hotdogs we brang, and I gave one to Peng as I thought to myself "It feels good to give stuff to people" and then, felt even cooler when twenty minutes later she gave me a Oktoberfest Sausage of death, that completely destroyed our hotdogs. Thanks Peng It felt really good as the FAT crew came up and settled in, because I remember how awesome my first time playing at Dundas Square in the middle of Toronto was. Another thing I like about Footbag events, much like the anticipation is remembering the "old" times. This is because with footbag, unlike relationships and school encounters, you remember all of the really awesome stuff, instead of the horrible memories that cause minute moments of trauma....
Adam Greenwood is cool. I'll leave this paragraph at that.
Maybe I wont. Adam seems to have a way about him, that I think many people admire. It is confidence that isn't cocky, and a sense of humour that is hard to disagree with. The fact that he has an eventful life and loads of stories to tell makes him especially cool for campfire situations. Some story about Tree-planting and a crazy bastard shooting a bear with a 12 gauge now comes to mind. He also has a really cool hack game.
So, after some hotdogs, and after meeting with all of the people again, with their McDonalds unhappily nuzzling against their digestive system, I go to bed, only to hear the rhythmic "Swcheeeeezt -> swchwooooot" noise, every 2 seconds consecutively for 25 minutes, as my dear Friend Gresham thinks it would be ideal to take up 75% of the tent with his massive air mattress. Oh dear god. It actually hummed me to sleep at some point, but comments from Roscoe [whose tent was 20 feet away] the following day just made me laugh about the fact.
The next morning, I discovered the reason I think I want to live at Bronte Creek, the shower rooms. The showers at this place were by far the best, I have ever used. The pressure, was enough that when I placed my morning-virgin face against the hundreds of streams of 90 degree water it actually dried out, and I could see the dead skin closely in the mirror departing from my new, fresh face. Snakes must feel so pimp when they brush their scales off every now and then. Anyway, props to Tom/Peng for finding such awesome facilities.
Muffins and orange juice later, I anxiously await the moment when we actually get to shred and have a nice hacky sack experience. It seemed like forever, but we probably left the campsite at about 11:30 am. Moments like these remind me that "teenagers" are still young enough to have very immature and childish moments. On this note, I would like to ask anyone actually reading all of this: Say your parent took you to a playground, and asked you to go play, what would you do? I now forget what "playing" is. Anyway, waiting to play footbag with a bunch of awesome people reminds me how to "play" or get in that mood, just so much excitement and expectation that you forget about, well, more adult-style thinking patterns...
At the Shred-site.
By this time I am anxious to see Jorden and buy a DVD off of him, and I am wondering where the hell Matt Cross and his styley ankle crank is. I knew they'd come eventually. So, I mod my new Mesh-Gunits as everyone else warms up, and the toe area is SO awesome now. We set up my mats, which to my surprise, no one really liked. I assumed that Footbag had moved to superior shred surfaces, because there are so many people on the internet asking "where do I buy mats??!". Meh, it isn't like I am offended, just cool to see that concrete still prevails.
I played like crap. Plain and simple, the entire day I played much below my usual level, and it was really frustrating. I *could* do stuff, but getting used to the new gunits and their wonky (but delightful) toe, and then adding in the pressures of playing with new people, and frigid cold wind didn't help anything in my game. I don't think I dropped one single droplet of sweat the entire time.
Circle Contest.
I was in a circle against Lackey, Tom and Matt. It is funny, because it seems that all of the people I have had some weird personal relation with were in my circle with me. I had ordered the shirt, and had my first real "footbag" type of communication with him, while I was in Germany. And then there is Matt Cross, who I taped, sent and encoded his YTV segment for while I was in Germany, and then Lackey who personally drove to my house to pick me up, within the first week I was back from Germany. All in one circle, and I start with the bag! I saw how the other people played, and I wanted to make sure every chance I got with the bag I had at least more than 5 contacts, because when judging I couldn't place anyone well who couldn't at least keep the bag going. I remember specifically the following highlights with my shred.
A run with diving clipper-duckingclipper*rpt and then ducking butterfly->diving butterfly*rpt, Matt Cross gave me props for it. I then said "Matt cross gave props to this hand, I will never wash it again" and then Tom said something about masturbating with it, either way, it was slightly awkward but yet comical.
I hit blurriest and blurry whirl and I *think* Pdx torque in one run.
Footed Gaunlet. Yeah, I don't know where that came from. It was the "difficulty round" and I had just seen Matt cross hit whirligig and other crazy difficult tricks, and I knew I really didn't have a chance. So I decided the best course of action was the waste my first trick trying to hit crazy stuff. I am not sure how close I was to sealing gaunlet, but I saw it go somewhere off of my foot, so, that was nifty.
Now, my interaction with Pengpeng Du. I waltz over to the table with all of the merchandise she had to offer, and picking out my hoodies were quite easy, one bsos and one whakahakee, blue and gray. I reluctantly pick up a bright blue (which I wore to school today) whakahakee shirt, thinking to myself "I should wear colours more often". Then, I was questioning which t-shirt I should buy, and there were pink ones, and then black/brown. I picked up the brown, feeling nice and comforted, because all I wear is brown, and Peng then interrupts me and suggests "You should get the pink one!"..... With the information provided, all you fellow readers should know that my self confidence is horrible, and to wear something like pink is something I have never done, and never dreamed of in my life. So, with my stomach dropping in my stomach, I tried to avoid the pink one, and struggle towards the brown one. Peng knew exactly what I was doing, and told me I shouldn't buy the brown one, and that I would look "fly" [key word, without Peng's use of the word Fly I don't think I would ever buy that shirt.] in it. I then confessed that I don't think I could pull off the colour pink, and she assured me that no other guy in highschool can pull pink off, and that the girls would love it. By this time, Pengs ultimate selling techniques had put me in such a foreign position, I just had to buy the damn pink shirt, and wear it on my first day to school after Whakahakee. Peng is awesome!
Watching circle is and was the best part about footbag, in the actuall footbag part of the competition. It has by far the most intensity and amazing-ness all around, I really like seeing what people pull off. Of course, Jorden blew my mind with every run, and it felt so weird giving him near perfect scores every round that I judged him.
Skippy's arrival.
[loosely quoted from somewhere in the whakahakee thread]
"I'll come to whakahakee and do a "cool" workshop, and bring matching leather Jackets!" -skippy.
Skippy walks up, and in all his fine style has a purple-brown-ish near-trenchcoat style leather Jacket, and receives a well deserved standing ovation from perhaps the entire footbag crew at whakahakee. I later got in a circle with him, and had to pull out symple tricks in his honour, as without him I don't think I would have even learned them, that 1 month ago..
At the end of the day, playing with Ianek was such an, er, honour? I don't know the word, but honour is a pretty close way of putting it. Ianek hits such crazy stuff, and then has nice long runs, and then out of no where pulls out 5-10 fearless in a row. I think him and Jorden are some of the best players in the sport, because they play not only with the standard "add" consideration armoury of tricks, but they also do weird tricks, just because it is "freestyle" footbag. For ten minutes straight, I saw Jorden and Ianek trying a weird, leggy style symposium whirl. It was just a symposium whirl, nothing too fancy, but they were doing it in front of them, instead of beside. I questioned their motives, and they just said "to do it different". I had a moment of "enlightenment" but I know that ten minutes later I wouldn't change anything about my way of shred.
The campfire on Saturday was the coolest. Huge respect goes towards Matt Cross for playing guitar and singing really awesome songs for all of us (can anyone recall "dick in a box"? Who the hell sings that at a campfire? Matt Cross
) Oh, and then Matt Cross making up a song about "Gyro Blurry drifter toe" right on the spot, which was actually hilarious. [the trick was a request for Jorden, earlier in the day..] Secondary 'respect' goes to Ben Roscoe and Chad for making their footbag songs, which were a pleasure to listen to as well. Ben's voice singing is quite different than his, well, normal speech I find... This is the night where I think all the footbaggers started to settle in and feel 100% comfortable with the people around them, and which made everything just so free and easy. I think that exact atmosphere was what Tom/Peng probably dreamed of as they thought of having this event.
The only beer I've really had since I've been back in Canada was one of the Carlsberg that Mosher offered me. Mosher asked two or three times, with two beers in his hand if anyone would like one, and upon the fourth try I figured it'd be rude just for no one to accept and have him put it back in the case. So I took it, and it didn't even cross my mind that I should have perhaps paid him back. I feel like a little bit of a dick about it, but I wasn't sure if he was giving it away or just, like, casually selling it. Now I know I probably should have offered, and next time I definitely will. I hope Tom doesn't read this and feel anything strange because of it, I'm throwing this in here because I like it when people point out common courtesy stuff that I just haven't picked up. Like, I remember distinctly David Clavens writing in his blog "It would have been so nice if the guys filming me would have at least asked". Actually, sometime at Whakahakee I asked the circle that was shredding if they minded, just because of his post like that. For some reason I hope Dave reads this paragraph at least, so he knows saying stuff like that helps people like me. Annnwayy....
After freezing my ass off in my sleeping bag that didn't zip up, and not being able to breathe because my nose was so bad, I woke up and realized that whakahakee was kinda over. It was a little sad, sorta like on the last day of worlds. I could tell everyone else was feeling it too. I wanted to get to the Event site as quick as possible so I could shred more, but it would also be rude to just, aggravate and destroy the relaxing mood that camping brings by making comments like "lets go!"...
Me=walking in one direction.
Roscoe= 20 feet away.
Roscoe: Jay, come here!
Me: Ok, (walks over)
Roscoe: Ok, pull up your shirt, and face the sun
Me: Ok Confused (pulls up shirt)
Roscoe: (with shirt pulled up) "doesn't the morning sun feel awesome on your belly?"
Jay: (after a bit of warming time) "Holy shit, that is amazing! Thanks for enlightening me. I've gotta go"
Yeah, that is how awesome Roscoe is.
Anyway, we went to the site, where I shredded for a total of 20 minutes, and was more than sore and un-poppy. I hit ducking far butterfly swirl, which was a wee-highlight, (no catch of course....) but the goodbye was really mellow and, distasteful. I just wanted to shred, not go to the job that I quit that day anyway...
Thanks Tom for allowing me to post this novel in your blog! Oh, and thanks for throwing an awesome event for me to write about! Hah!
Good luck with money!
Me, Gresham and Liam, who happen to be my weekly shred-members all packed in mats, tons of hotdogs, marshmallows and muffins and printed out our trusty mapquest sheet, and put in some techno for the 45 minute ride ahead of us. I always like the rides to places with people you enjoy being with, because the anticipation and general giddy-ness that comes out of it is always so priceless. Many of the best jokes and biggest laughs seem to come out of times like these.
So, after arriving at the "day camp" I decide to call Tom, and ask him what the heck was up, and then he said "Well, did you follow the directions I gave you" At this point, I was thanking god I did not do the navigating or driving, because we definitely just followed the mapquest and ignored what Tom told us to do. I still felt pretty embarrassed, for about 15 seconds until I realized that Tom was cool enough to not worry about being embarrassed.
So, we show up and sign in, and in all of my excitement I do some key chain shred in the lobby-hut-thing, only thinking of the cool stuff I would show everyone this weekend.
So, Friday night, already dark, raining we show up to the site, and meet up with Ben Roscoe, and we set up tent. Jesus christ, why are tents always so awkward to set up? It is much of the same predicament people fall into every time you pick up a set of earphones(bud style). Somehow they get all tangled, even though you placed them perfectly in their damn little case. Anyway,.....
As soon as the tent was up, it stopped raining and Tom and Peng came back from where ever they went, and then slowly more and more people showed up, as we sat around the fire. We made ourselves the hotdogs we brang, and I gave one to Peng as I thought to myself "It feels good to give stuff to people" and then, felt even cooler when twenty minutes later she gave me a Oktoberfest Sausage of death, that completely destroyed our hotdogs. Thanks Peng
It felt really good as the FAT crew came up and settled in, because I remember how awesome my first time playing at Dundas Square in the middle of Toronto was. Another thing I like about Footbag events, much like the anticipation is remembering the "old" times. This is because with footbag, unlike relationships and school encounters, you remember all of the really awesome stuff, instead of the horrible memories that cause minute moments of trauma....Adam Greenwood is cool. I'll leave this paragraph at that.
Maybe I wont. Adam seems to have a way about him, that I think many people admire. It is confidence that isn't cocky, and a sense of humour that is hard to disagree with. The fact that he has an eventful life and loads of stories to tell makes him especially cool for campfire situations. Some story about Tree-planting and a crazy bastard shooting a bear with a 12 gauge now comes to mind. He also has a really cool hack game.
So, after some hotdogs, and after meeting with all of the people again, with their McDonalds unhappily nuzzling against their digestive system, I go to bed, only to hear the rhythmic "Swcheeeeezt -> swchwooooot" noise, every 2 seconds consecutively for 25 minutes, as my dear Friend Gresham thinks it would be ideal to take up 75% of the tent with his massive air mattress. Oh dear god. It actually hummed me to sleep at some point, but comments from Roscoe [whose tent was 20 feet away] the following day just made me laugh about the fact.
The next morning, I discovered the reason I think I want to live at Bronte Creek, the shower rooms. The showers at this place were by far the best, I have ever used. The pressure, was enough that when I placed my morning-virgin face against the hundreds of streams of 90 degree water it actually dried out, and I could see the dead skin closely in the mirror departing from my new, fresh face. Snakes must feel so pimp when they brush their scales off every now and then. Anyway, props to Tom/Peng for finding such awesome facilities.
Muffins and orange juice later, I anxiously await the moment when we actually get to shred and have a nice hacky sack experience. It seemed like forever, but we probably left the campsite at about 11:30 am. Moments like these remind me that "teenagers" are still young enough to have very immature and childish moments. On this note, I would like to ask anyone actually reading all of this: Say your parent took you to a playground, and asked you to go play, what would you do? I now forget what "playing" is. Anyway, waiting to play footbag with a bunch of awesome people reminds me how to "play" or get in that mood, just so much excitement and expectation that you forget about, well, more adult-style thinking patterns...
At the Shred-site.
By this time I am anxious to see Jorden and buy a DVD off of him, and I am wondering where the hell Matt Cross and his styley ankle crank is. I knew they'd come eventually. So, I mod my new Mesh-Gunits as everyone else warms up, and the toe area is SO awesome now. We set up my mats, which to my surprise, no one really liked. I assumed that Footbag had moved to superior shred surfaces, because there are so many people on the internet asking "where do I buy mats??!". Meh, it isn't like I am offended, just cool to see that concrete still prevails.
I played like crap. Plain and simple, the entire day I played much below my usual level, and it was really frustrating. I *could* do stuff, but getting used to the new gunits and their wonky (but delightful) toe, and then adding in the pressures of playing with new people, and frigid cold wind didn't help anything in my game. I don't think I dropped one single droplet of sweat the entire time.
Circle Contest.
I was in a circle against Lackey, Tom and Matt. It is funny, because it seems that all of the people I have had some weird personal relation with were in my circle with me. I had ordered the shirt, and had my first real "footbag" type of communication with him, while I was in Germany. And then there is Matt Cross, who I taped, sent and encoded his YTV segment for while I was in Germany, and then Lackey who personally drove to my house to pick me up, within the first week I was back from Germany. All in one circle, and I start with the bag! I saw how the other people played, and I wanted to make sure every chance I got with the bag I had at least more than 5 contacts, because when judging I couldn't place anyone well who couldn't at least keep the bag going. I remember specifically the following highlights with my shred.
A run with diving clipper-duckingclipper*rpt and then ducking butterfly->diving butterfly*rpt, Matt Cross gave me props for it. I then said "Matt cross gave props to this hand, I will never wash it again" and then Tom said something about masturbating with it, either way, it was slightly awkward but yet comical.
I hit blurriest and blurry whirl and I *think* Pdx torque in one run.
Footed Gaunlet. Yeah, I don't know where that came from. It was the "difficulty round" and I had just seen Matt cross hit whirligig and other crazy difficult tricks, and I knew I really didn't have a chance. So I decided the best course of action was the waste my first trick trying to hit crazy stuff. I am not sure how close I was to sealing gaunlet, but I saw it go somewhere off of my foot, so, that was nifty.
Now, my interaction with Pengpeng Du. I waltz over to the table with all of the merchandise she had to offer, and picking out my hoodies were quite easy, one bsos and one whakahakee, blue and gray. I reluctantly pick up a bright blue (which I wore to school today) whakahakee shirt, thinking to myself "I should wear colours more often". Then, I was questioning which t-shirt I should buy, and there were pink ones, and then black/brown. I picked up the brown, feeling nice and comforted, because all I wear is brown, and Peng then interrupts me and suggests "You should get the pink one!"..... With the information provided, all you fellow readers should know that my self confidence is horrible, and to wear something like pink is something I have never done, and never dreamed of in my life. So, with my stomach dropping in my stomach, I tried to avoid the pink one, and struggle towards the brown one. Peng knew exactly what I was doing, and told me I shouldn't buy the brown one, and that I would look "fly" [key word, without Peng's use of the word Fly I don't think I would ever buy that shirt.] in it. I then confessed that I don't think I could pull off the colour pink, and she assured me that no other guy in highschool can pull pink off, and that the girls would love it. By this time, Pengs ultimate selling techniques had put me in such a foreign position, I just had to buy the damn pink shirt, and wear it on my first day to school after Whakahakee. Peng is awesome!
Watching circle is and was the best part about footbag, in the actuall footbag part of the competition. It has by far the most intensity and amazing-ness all around, I really like seeing what people pull off. Of course, Jorden blew my mind with every run, and it felt so weird giving him near perfect scores every round that I judged him.
Skippy's arrival.
[loosely quoted from somewhere in the whakahakee thread]
"I'll come to whakahakee and do a "cool" workshop, and bring matching leather Jackets!" -skippy.
Skippy walks up, and in all his fine style has a purple-brown-ish near-trenchcoat style leather Jacket, and receives a well deserved standing ovation from perhaps the entire footbag crew at whakahakee. I later got in a circle with him, and had to pull out symple tricks in his honour, as without him I don't think I would have even learned them, that 1 month ago..
At the end of the day, playing with Ianek was such an, er, honour? I don't know the word, but honour is a pretty close way of putting it. Ianek hits such crazy stuff, and then has nice long runs, and then out of no where pulls out 5-10 fearless in a row. I think him and Jorden are some of the best players in the sport, because they play not only with the standard "add" consideration armoury of tricks, but they also do weird tricks, just because it is "freestyle" footbag. For ten minutes straight, I saw Jorden and Ianek trying a weird, leggy style symposium whirl. It was just a symposium whirl, nothing too fancy, but they were doing it in front of them, instead of beside. I questioned their motives, and they just said "to do it different". I had a moment of "enlightenment" but I know that ten minutes later I wouldn't change anything about my way of shred.
The campfire on Saturday was the coolest. Huge respect goes towards Matt Cross for playing guitar and singing really awesome songs for all of us (can anyone recall "dick in a box"? Who the hell sings that at a campfire? Matt Cross
) Oh, and then Matt Cross making up a song about "Gyro Blurry drifter toe" right on the spot, which was actually hilarious. [the trick was a request for Jorden, earlier in the day..] Secondary 'respect' goes to Ben Roscoe and Chad for making their footbag songs, which were a pleasure to listen to as well. Ben's voice singing is quite different than his, well, normal speech I find... This is the night where I think all the footbaggers started to settle in and feel 100% comfortable with the people around them, and which made everything just so free and easy. I think that exact atmosphere was what Tom/Peng probably dreamed of as they thought of having this event. The only beer I've really had since I've been back in Canada was one of the Carlsberg that Mosher offered me. Mosher asked two or three times, with two beers in his hand if anyone would like one, and upon the fourth try I figured it'd be rude just for no one to accept and have him put it back in the case. So I took it, and it didn't even cross my mind that I should have perhaps paid him back. I feel like a little bit of a dick about it, but I wasn't sure if he was giving it away or just, like, casually selling it. Now I know I probably should have offered, and next time I definitely will. I hope Tom doesn't read this and feel anything strange because of it, I'm throwing this in here because I like it when people point out common courtesy stuff that I just haven't picked up. Like, I remember distinctly David Clavens writing in his blog "It would have been so nice if the guys filming me would have at least asked". Actually, sometime at Whakahakee I asked the circle that was shredding if they minded, just because of his post like that. For some reason I hope Dave reads this paragraph at least, so he knows saying stuff like that helps people like me. Annnwayy....
After freezing my ass off in my sleeping bag that didn't zip up, and not being able to breathe because my nose was so bad, I woke up and realized that whakahakee was kinda over. It was a little sad, sorta like on the last day of worlds. I could tell everyone else was feeling it too. I wanted to get to the Event site as quick as possible so I could shred more, but it would also be rude to just, aggravate and destroy the relaxing mood that camping brings by making comments like "lets go!"...
Me=walking in one direction.
Roscoe= 20 feet away.
Roscoe: Jay, come here!
Me: Ok, (walks over)
Roscoe: Ok, pull up your shirt, and face the sun
Me: Ok Confused (pulls up shirt)
Roscoe: (with shirt pulled up) "doesn't the morning sun feel awesome on your belly?"
Jay: (after a bit of warming time) "Holy shit, that is amazing! Thanks for enlightening me. I've gotta go"
Yeah, that is how awesome Roscoe is.
Anyway, we went to the site, where I shredded for a total of 20 minutes, and was more than sore and un-poppy. I hit ducking far butterfly swirl, which was a wee-highlight, (no catch of course....) but the goodbye was really mellow and, distasteful. I just wanted to shred, not go to the job that I quit that day anyway...
Thanks Tom for allowing me to post this novel in your blog! Oh, and thanks for throwing an awesome event for me to write about! Hah!
Good luck with money!
Jay Boychuk
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Hey Jay,
I really really liked reading that, thanks alot for posting it here. Feel free to post it in the wakahakee thread too, I think I am gonna put mine there too.
I am glad you had a good time. I think you touched on alot of good points and I am glad you mentioned several things I forgot to mention.
I really really liked reading that, thanks alot for posting it here. Feel free to post it in the wakahakee thread too, I think I am gonna put mine there too.
I am glad you had a good time. I think you touched on alot of good points and I am glad you mentioned several things I forgot to mention.
Tom Mosher
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hate is a waste of passion!
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My first day of work today didn't suck! Yay!
My job goes like this:
- get a dude on a forklift to get a few skids down from somewhere way way up
- each skid has a few hundred small to medium sized boxes with these computery parts... telecommunications related
- then I go to work with a sheet of paper picking up each box, read a code on it, find that code on the sheet and then see if it is marked to go to scrap, supply, green highlighter or bell dedicated.
- then I throw it in a pile
- once I've gone through both the skids and the piles are heaving and ridiculous I load up the piles onto skids for various reasons and drag them to different places for whatever purposes.
- The scrap ones are fun though.. I load them up and drag them (using a pump truck, not with crazy force) over to where there's this 5 foot square cardboard box
- I open each box, take out the mechanical widget gizmo computer thingem and then I get to play tetris.. sorta..
- I throw the boxes into a gigantic absurd pile and then get to play this game that my boss challenged me to. I have to pack the gizmos in as densely as possible. He told me the heaviest one ever and told me to try to beat it! haha! I love a good challenge!
Anyways, the environment is nice. Just lots of other people working about as hard as me and I work with one other guy mostly, and he and I are organized by this one other dude and we have one aisle of many many.
We get two 15 minute breaks and a half hour for lunch. Oh, and the pay is my best rate of my young career, $11.25/hour.
The only reason I roll my eyes is because very soon I will be able to make real grown up salaries since I've already got my fancy degree and all that.
The purpose of this job is to generate funds to pay off debts and to facilitate my forthcoming emigration to Berlin.
My job goes like this:
- get a dude on a forklift to get a few skids down from somewhere way way up
- each skid has a few hundred small to medium sized boxes with these computery parts... telecommunications related
- then I go to work with a sheet of paper picking up each box, read a code on it, find that code on the sheet and then see if it is marked to go to scrap, supply, green highlighter or bell dedicated.
- then I throw it in a pile
- once I've gone through both the skids and the piles are heaving and ridiculous I load up the piles onto skids for various reasons and drag them to different places for whatever purposes.
- The scrap ones are fun though.. I load them up and drag them (using a pump truck, not with crazy force) over to where there's this 5 foot square cardboard box
- I open each box, take out the mechanical widget gizmo computer thingem and then I get to play tetris.. sorta..
- I throw the boxes into a gigantic absurd pile and then get to play this game that my boss challenged me to. I have to pack the gizmos in as densely as possible. He told me the heaviest one ever and told me to try to beat it! haha! I love a good challenge!
Anyways, the environment is nice. Just lots of other people working about as hard as me and I work with one other guy mostly, and he and I are organized by this one other dude and we have one aisle of many many.
We get two 15 minute breaks and a half hour for lunch. Oh, and the pay is my best rate of my young career, $11.25/hour.
The only reason I roll my eyes is because very soon I will be able to make real grown up salaries since I've already got my fancy degree and all that.
The purpose of this job is to generate funds to pay off debts and to facilitate my forthcoming emigration to Berlin.
Tom Mosher
hate is a waste of passion!
hate is a waste of passion!
Hi Tom good to hear that things are going forward in your life! Just wanted to say that I didn't forget about money for the bag my sister still owes you. I'm just low on funds myself right now, but this will change next month when I get real grown up salary
I can't teach you Berliner Slang (not even the Bavarian one) but you could learn this:
Berlin, Berlin wir fahren nach Berlin!
Actually you could sing this all the way on your voyage to Berlin.
Take care Max
I can't teach you Berliner Slang (not even the Bavarian one) but you could learn this:
Berlin, Berlin wir fahren nach Berlin!
Actually you could sing this all the way on your voyage to Berlin.
Take care Max
Weird, I didn't even see these, but I just wrote my own summary of the weekend! http://modified.in/footbag/viewtopic.ph ... 589#344589
Camille Surovy
The Footbag Association of Toronto (F.A.T.)
The Footbag Association of Toronto (F.A.T.)
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Wow!! Thanks Camille!!
Reading everyone's writeups of wakahakee has been so great, it appears that there were very many things I'd forgotten about. They all rushed back upon reading, but they may not have surfaced otherwise.
That's what friends are for.
Day two of work didn't suck!
You know, I am even kinda looking forward to work on monday! I just get to OCD over piles of boxes, it's not so bad.
Today I rode my bike to work!! It's 6 KM, and mostly uphill which was a pretty gnarly way to start my day. I left at 7:20 and got there around 7:40, not so bad.
I worked my shift and then rode downhill back towards my place. Halfway there I stopped at my buddy Liam's place. I chilled out with him and hacked a bit and roasty toasted some bowls. You know.
That eventually turned into hanging out at his/my friend Andrius' house where we relaxed on his deck next to all the nice growing stuff.
It's funny, weekends matter to me all the sudden!
I have footbag orders to catch up on and it's harder to find motivation to stitch now that I have a solid source of money income. But fortunately I like stitching so I won't stop. I just gotta hammer them out!
I am sleepy, I woke up like 19 hours ago or something.
Night friends!
Reading everyone's writeups of wakahakee has been so great, it appears that there were very many things I'd forgotten about. They all rushed back upon reading, but they may not have surfaced otherwise.
That's what friends are for.
Day two of work didn't suck!
You know, I am even kinda looking forward to work on monday! I just get to OCD over piles of boxes, it's not so bad.
Today I rode my bike to work!! It's 6 KM, and mostly uphill which was a pretty gnarly way to start my day. I left at 7:20 and got there around 7:40, not so bad.
I worked my shift and then rode downhill back towards my place. Halfway there I stopped at my buddy Liam's place. I chilled out with him and hacked a bit and roasty toasted some bowls. You know.
That eventually turned into hanging out at his/my friend Andrius' house where we relaxed on his deck next to all the nice growing stuff.
It's funny, weekends matter to me all the sudden!
I have footbag orders to catch up on and it's harder to find motivation to stitch now that I have a solid source of money income. But fortunately I like stitching so I won't stop. I just gotta hammer them out!
I am sleepy, I woke up like 19 hours ago or something.
Night friends!
Tom Mosher
hate is a waste of passion!
hate is a waste of passion!
