mike the mountain

Heeheehee… great stuff Joey!

She is mine…

(PS – All due apologies to Mr. Marley)

I love to surf.

Snow.

Waves.

Net.

Ride, slide, glide… down whatever path opens before me.

The fun is not only discovering where the path leads, but in the experience of the travel.

I have no input or comprehension of where the snow will fall in the mountains, when the waves will swell, or what people around the world will post online. There are already more snowflakes, water drops, and web sites now than I will ever know.

I love climbing under the boundary rope on a ski hill to find endless untouched powder calling out for me. I love feeling the water rise beneath me, building like a deep breath, and carrying me forward like a singer’s voice calling out to an audience of millions. I love clicking through page after page, link after link, following interests and associations and explanations and incarnations showing me things I would never see, stories and songs I would never hear, and voices-thoughts-feelings of people I would never meet. Worlds I would never know.

I love links and linkbacks, blogrolls and friend’s sites.

I love Fark and Boing Boing, Blogger and Bloglines, Google and Technorati and del.icio.us, Flickr and YouTube and iTunes.

I love Wil and Tony and Joey and Steve and Harry and Mitch and J.D. and Stephen and Gabe and Tycho.

I love my girlfriend, my friends, and my family.

I love my new car.

I’d love a triple-booting fully loaded MacBook Pro.

And if you’re here,

reading this,

I love you too.

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Ejector: One-click ejects all mounted media – Mac software goodies

Boston rocks. Me like.

A whirlwind weekend roadtrip is definitely not enough time to truly appreciate this city. Like a future US president* once said: “I’ll be back.”

8 hours on Friday afternoon, straight east on the I-90 after crossing the border at Niagara Falls (and meeting the most miserable, unhappy, monosyllabic mouth-breather of a border guard) got us to the fair harbour city of Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. around midnight. Circling the Back Bay area (near the famous Fenway Park) three times as we tried to navigate the maze of one-way streets, side alleys, and not-quite-clear directions from teh internets, we finally found ourselves on the doorstep of our chosen accomodations, a four-story brownstone B&B on one of those classic streets you always see in movies, with endless rows of giant trees creating a canopy over the sidewalks that roll along by red brick buildings and walk-up entrances. Gorgeous, and about a 10 minute walk from Fenway.

The room? Well… it fit the mattress. that’s about it. I could touch both walls at the same time. Seriously. Cute, yes. Quaint, absolutely. Location, PERFECT. Could have used a bit more privacy, but hey, that’s the price you pay for the price you don’t pay, know what I mean?

With only one full day to see the town, Dreamgirl and I wanted to make the most of every minute. Up early for coffee and a pastry, we headed out the door. In the wrong direction. No worries, back on track, we didn’t have any specific destination in mind, just our own walking tour of the city. We strolled through these massive beautiful parks, full of birds and trails and fountains and lakes, followed Boston’s Freedom Trail for a while, hit the Bull & Finch (aka: Cheers) for a pint of local ale and “the best Burger and Baked Beans in Boston!!”

I must concur.

Wow, so much to tell about two short days… Watermelon Festival, fresh steamed lobster at the famous Legal Sea Foods on the wharf (twice… couldn’t resist!), and of course Mr. Dave Matthews and his Band rocking Fenway.

Awesome venue (even if it took us 30 minutes to find our freakin’ seats!), you can definitely feel the history. Missed both opening acts (mmm… lobster), but Dave was great. Chrystal loves him, she’s a huge fan, and would leave me in a second if he asked her to. Which I’m totally ok with, because that dude that plays the fiddle is so unbelievably rockin, that I’d leave her if he asked me.

ok, so maybe not, but the dude rocks a fiddle like I’ve never seen.

More lobster the next day, then a long drive home… what a road trip. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have a woman in my life that can spend nearly 20 hours in a car with me over a weekend, walk for miles in the hot sun, and still love me when we get home.

Did I mention it’s our 1 year anniversary on the 15th? Wanna know what I got her? Sorry, she reads this sometimes, can’t risk it.

(*don’t believe me?)

Back from Algonquin… what a trek.

And that was only 3 days!

You can read about it on my (our) other blog: The Amourous Adventurers