the importance of the woods
I'm back in America and more nationalistic than ever! Pictures later.
But here's the text from an old Okinawan shopping bag I just cleaned out of my closet.
These articles bring the warmly felt quality of European styles custom fit to bring a full life to all who enjoy them. The soft caress of warm spring winds are the essence of our philosophies of quality ingredients, ability and honesty. Dedication to soft sumptuous, and radiant items for the customer is the cornerstone of our foundation. Complete joy is assured retroactively to all who partake in this offering. A feeling of complete freedom and individuality is the reward for zealous pursuit of inspiration. This design means the importance of the woods. It was provided by Japanese Oji&Kuri.
Intense!!
Labels: omoshiroi
recent fun
I was ringing up a lady at the Mountain High counter and the phone rang. Hello, I said.
"Shouldn't you be working harder!?" the other voice said.
"What?" Which dork is this, I thought.
"Shouldn't you be working harder!?" the other voice said again. I knew who it was.
"Hooks!!"
"Hey buttface." Yeah, it was definitely Alex Hooks. Our old manager who we love to pieces even though he ditched us for a road trip.
I asked him what he was doing.
"Well that sounds fun. You've just been climbing a lot....You're in where?.......What are you doing in
Utah!?....You're in a
sand storm!?"
By now the lady trying to buy a spork is looking at me like I'm a fruitcake. I told her sorry but she would have to wait because my old manager needed help with his sand storm.
"Alex, hey, yeah, I'm with a customer so I can't check the weather right now but....three days?! Hah! Dude...Yeah hang in there buddy, I'll get somebody."
So Alex was caught in a sandstorm. In Utah. But I think he's out now and we're happy for him. But we still miss him, especially when Pandora plays Nappy Dreads.
Surprise attack on his last day, doh!
In other news, the mail brought me a new picture of the missionary I support in India. It's been four years since his last one, and he looks the same, except for the beard and a little Indian lady standing next to him all smiley. I'm not surprised he got married because he's very hansom. Anyway, congratulations to Sachin and Ashawini!
Labels: friends, india, omoshiroi, work
MHO top ten
Mountain High top ten list, as of last month:
10. Hickyesque.
9. Listening to Legends of Rodeo and Elliot over the speakers, thanks to Bo's vintage Takehold Records collection.
8. Using my Japanese skills with our one Nihonjin customer.
7. The way The Duke thinks I'm a dirty hippie and calls me shortstack.
6. "I'm going to slap you in the faceneck." "...What's masochism?" "I think you're going to have to look that one up on your own buddy."
5. Bryson, half asleep, zoned out, mouth hanging open, stirring his coffee with a coat hanger. "Fo sho, fo sho..."
4. "...Now my stomach hairs are all...conscious of themselves...self conscious..."
3. Any time anyone makes fun of Quiggle, but only out of love.
2. Alex wearing a neon sack liner like a moomoo - Mark deciding he looked like dragon larvae.
1. "I assume those ski pants aren't for the kid in your arms?" "Oh no, he's only six months old!" "Well yeah because I was going to say that's an amazing skiing baby."
Although I am obviously sorely outnumbered in a man's world, it's actually pretty fun despite the ridiculous amounts of testosterone flying around everywhere.
Labels: omoshiroi, work
the worm
Can I reiterate again...that I love Southern California. My dormbaby Sam and I decided to drive toward the coast. We hit up Laguna, watched some surfers shred up some waves, and got fat off icecream.
Then we went to "the worm", aka Newport beach. It basically looks like a hangnail off of Crystal Cove. One time on a late night excursion, Sam and I thought we were going down the coast highway, but we somehow ended up on the worm. We wanted to actually check this thing out in the day light, and the verdict is - it rocks!
And the source of a long running inside joke that I won't even attempt to explain...
Labels: beach, california, friends, omoshiroi
red chili
Is this showing off? Yes, I'm pretty sure it is.
I finally have my very first chalk bag!! Years overdue, this strapping Red Chili is all mine. Every girl should have her own. Quite a steal at 6 bucks from the latest REI clearance.
Labels: climbing, omoshiroi
the photo shoot
You knew these were coming.
Y'know, I thought I'd seen all of Jeanette's faces...until this...
...and this...wowzerz.
Alright, the following pics
were not my idea. Honest. I just always happen to be around when people want to draw mustaches on each other. It's weird how this just always "kinda happens".
I find that people most enjoy giving me the frenchman's handlebars. So I just sit around saying "oui oui" a lot*...
...while Jeanette did this.
Incredible. Mi mejor amigo...est definitely more amazing than anybody else's.
*In my vast experience with the faux mustache, I have repeatedly found its application to be a catalyst for extreme personality alteration. The subject may experience elevated levels of cockyness or obnoxious behavior, suave language, a deeper voice, eyebrow tilting, and chin rubbing. Of course, these are merely ignorant stereotypes and no accurate representation of today's modern mustache-wearer. This behavior is most likely the result of watching far too many cheesy 70's sitcoms. Labels: faces, mexifriend, mustache, omoshiroi
garbage
What do you get when you cross this...
and this...
with this...
Give up? Try an Okinawan garbage truck. They're all easter egg colors, they play the catchiest little tune, and they're heavily perfumed so as not to be offensive. Amazing, huh.
It looks and sounds like an icecream truck, except you wouldn't want any of the treats inside.
Labels: japan, omoshiroi
