summer has taken on a completely different meaning. it seems like it wasn't that long ago (though it probably was) that summer meant time away from school, traveling, chasing ass, and playing lots of sports. thanks to my gig, this year's hot season was all about the box office. i'm not sure if you've noticed but this year has been a ceaseless procession of highly-budgeted films.
not only are beaucoup dollars involved in the realization of these productions but also there's huge allocations set aside for convincing the viewing public to get their butts in a cinema house seat. i guess i should be thankful that there's marketing budgets out there keeping me employed because things were pretty grim about 4 months ago when my lone million dollar client decided--through no fault of my own--to dump me.
as much as i appreciate my income and the fact that i'm no longer slogging it out in smut, i spend a good amount of time repressing a mean case of wanderlust. after planning this trip out and twisting arms to get friends to come with, i'm a mere week away from switching hemispheres. my bags are packed and my snowboard has a fresh coat of wax because i'm gonna ride the chilean andes. my days will be filled with huge mountains and the sound of myself slicing through the air at high speeds. the evenings will be about hot tubs, culinary gluttony, and amazing chilean wines. all indicators point to an epic journey in the making.
this winter i've got a trip to oahu in the mix because a homie is getting hitched. i'd just as soon not go to hawaii for the third straight year, those funds and super precious vacation days could be used in other pursuits. but since it is my homie and it will be oahu, i'll be spending some time at a house on the beach just steps away from the world famous banzai pipeline. i could very easily get killed by a gnarly shack or a po'd local but i figure not surfing the north shore while in oahu would be like going to mecca and seeing the wall of zamzam.
it occurs to me that these two journeys i'll be taking involve me putting myself in situations that carry potential harm for life and limb. avalanches and massive vertical drops are a big part of the andes mountains. hardly a year goes by when someone doesn't meet their maker at the north shore. i'd have to overcome some of my own personal restrictions and self preservation instincts to be in a place that would be the final stop on my life's passage. who can say i won't accept the challenge when it is before me and take on a little more risk than i'm used to. just what exactly am i trying to escape from?
not only are beaucoup dollars involved in the realization of these productions but also there's huge allocations set aside for convincing the viewing public to get their butts in a cinema house seat. i guess i should be thankful that there's marketing budgets out there keeping me employed because things were pretty grim about 4 months ago when my lone million dollar client decided--through no fault of my own--to dump me.
as much as i appreciate my income and the fact that i'm no longer slogging it out in smut, i spend a good amount of time repressing a mean case of wanderlust. after planning this trip out and twisting arms to get friends to come with, i'm a mere week away from switching hemispheres. my bags are packed and my snowboard has a fresh coat of wax because i'm gonna ride the chilean andes. my days will be filled with huge mountains and the sound of myself slicing through the air at high speeds. the evenings will be about hot tubs, culinary gluttony, and amazing chilean wines. all indicators point to an epic journey in the making.
this winter i've got a trip to oahu in the mix because a homie is getting hitched. i'd just as soon not go to hawaii for the third straight year, those funds and super precious vacation days could be used in other pursuits. but since it is my homie and it will be oahu, i'll be spending some time at a house on the beach just steps away from the world famous banzai pipeline. i could very easily get killed by a gnarly shack or a po'd local but i figure not surfing the north shore while in oahu would be like going to mecca and seeing the wall of zamzam.
it occurs to me that these two journeys i'll be taking involve me putting myself in situations that carry potential harm for life and limb. avalanches and massive vertical drops are a big part of the andes mountains. hardly a year goes by when someone doesn't meet their maker at the north shore. i'd have to overcome some of my own personal restrictions and self preservation instincts to be in a place that would be the final stop on my life's passage. who can say i won't accept the challenge when it is before me and take on a little more risk than i'm used to. just what exactly am i trying to escape from?
wtf:
limits and potential. I suppose it may be the quickest way to get to know ourselves. If you can have fun doing it, why not?