Friday, November 21, 2008

Halloween Critical Mass

This year Ken and I decided to ride Halloween Critical Mass. My costume was kind of a repeat of the Mt. St. Helens climb from a few months back. Enjoy the media.


Monday, November 3, 2008

Pacific Crest Trail

My Holga shots are finally here. I hope you enjoyed looking at them. Much love









Friday, October 31, 2008

Euromotion

Well if there's something that you want and you just can't find it, we'll bring it to you your heart in the form of Euromotion, Euromotion.





Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Fun Memories

I feel especially blessed that I have had the so many chances to experience life in it's fullest. Even if experiencing life means driving 16 straight hours in a Saturn with 5 people. Here are some photos that conger up some pretty fabulous memories.





Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Friday, July 25, 2008

More Holga shots

Here are some new holga shots from my trip out to New York, Washington DC, and somewhere on the Cowlitz river. To get the more out of them, take the time to expand each one so you can see all the details. Please take note that these photos are raw so if they look like they badly need to be cropped or altered, you're right. :)

Much Love,
Christian







Friday, July 18, 2008

One Day, One Gear

I recall as a youngster my friend Josh, who aside from being a self proclaimed hacky sack professional, decided one day he was going to ride his bike from Seattle to Portland in the annual STP challenge. I was never an A+ student in school but I always considered myself quite astute in geography, and since Portland is located south of the Washington state border, I assumed it must be half way to Mexico. Now that I'm older I realize that maybe I shouldn't have been cutting Ms. Clock's geography class to watch Star Wars as often. But seriously, there are two reasons why it wasn't really my fault that I didn't have a clue how far Portland was.

The first is that Ms. Clock's geography skills were even worse than mine. My friend Phillip and I discovered this one day during recess when we decided we would try to improve our geography grades by staying back in class instead of playing tackle football or smear the queer. Our plan was to try and chat with Ms. Clock about all the far away places we had been to on summer break. Surely Ms. Clock would buy into the facade that we were frequent flyers and bump up our grades when she heard about all our experiences and journeys. I decided to tell her about my uncle who lived in Tunisia and worked as an Arabic interpreter for the State Department. I had to be careful not to go into to much detail about his job though, otherwise I'd blow my cover if heaven forbid she actually ask me to point on a map where Tunis is located in the African Continent. Phillip wasn't quite as lucky as me in terms of good geography schmoozing material, so he played it safe and stuck with his own travels. Ms. Clock was polite and even seamed vaguely intrigued as Phillip went on and on about the summer before when his family rented a huge RV (which actually was a 12 seater van) and drove all the way to Leavenworth and back. Then it happened, just as Phillip was reaching the climax of his story about his father stepping into the canoe, Ms. Clock said, "You boys have been on some great trips, maybe next time I'm in Moscow I'll sent you both a postcard".

You could see by Phillip's expression that he was both amazed and bewildered as he tried to imagine where on earth Moscow might possibly be. I wasn't an idiot, and to be honest I wasn't shocked at all. Not only did Ms. Clock mispronounce the name, she openly admitted that she would be traveling to Idaho, one of the ugliest places on the face of the earth. I didn't even know they sold postcards in Moscow Idaho. Anyway, I was a good bluff, so I carefully guarded my tongue as to not make Ms. Clock feel bad.

The second reason why I wasn't accountable for my lack of whereabouts was simply the fact that we never drove south. That's not to say we never went anywhere. Growing up in a large Mormon family meant that the words vacation and road trip were synonymous. Every summer my parents would herd all 7 of us into the 1984 non air conditioned Dodge Caravan. These were before the days when police would report parents to the Child Protection Agency for not making their kids wear seatbelts, so we would pull out the bench seat and lay on blankets and pillows. For some reason that I can't quite figure out, my parents always planned the same vacation. Every year we would make the 850 mile journey to Provo Utah. Oddly we never got tired of these trips to Utah; even though we spent the rest of the year ranting about how much we hated it. Maybe we were just glad to get out of the house, no matter where it was.

Anyway going back to my real story, I never found out if Josh ever did try the STP, and for about 15 years the thought hadn't really crossed my mind to do it either. Though I had developed a love for fixed gear bikes and even became an avid bike commuter. This year in May I joined the bike to work challenge and since the STP would happen two months later, I naturally began to wonder what it would be like to do it on my old steel lugged frame bike. Soon I was decided, and after I plunked down the $88 registration fee, there was no going back.

As many of you know, when you ride a fixed gear bike, your legs are constantly moving. You control your speed by your cadence (the speed your legs are moving). Since I rode a fixie, I was not able to coast down the hills or change into an easy gear on steep climbs. In retrospect it really was a hard grueling day, but I think I’d probably do it again.

Here are some facts from the trip. I discovered with some quick math that in the 204 miles, my legs spun 162,360 times. The trip took 16 hours so I averaged over 10,000 crank rotations per hour. We left the University of Washington campus at 4:45AM and crossed the finish line at 8:58PM. By the end of the race, all pain, fatigue or discomfort had long sense been numbed out.


Thanks to everyone who supported me on my masochistic race.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Holga shots at the Sasquatch





Enjoy the Media.

Much Love,
Christian

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Easter Adventures with Evan and Lindsay

This year for Easter I was fortunate to have Lindsay and Evan in town. Despite being pulled on both sides like rag dolls for their constant attention, they managed to squeeze in a little time for spontaneity. I have learned over the years that the only way to make spontaneity possible in life is by adhering to a few basic practices.

As a matter of principle, I always try to suppress any thought that could possibly lead me to consider any preparation details, potential risk ramifications, and/or the possibility that such activity might be illegal in any spontaneous event. Is it really that difficult to understand why? Clearly such thought pattern could only hinder or at least diminish the window of opportunity for a really fun time. For example, if all of the sudden (because that’s how spontaneous events always start out) I felt strong urges to drive to up to the mountains for fun filled day of swimming at Lost Lake (which during my high school years was a frequent impulse), statistically the odds are against that the trip will actually happen. It could be winter which would likely make all the good logging roads inaccessible, it could be getting dark, it could cost a fortune with the high gas prices, and on and on. That’s why as soon as the thought pops in my mind, I’m off on my way to the snowcapped peaks for a nice summer swim. ☺

Last Easter weekend I made no exception to my highly developed lack of thought. On Saturday afternoon, the idea hit me like a lightning bold that we should take the old aluminum boat and trusty 5 horse two stroke Evinrude out to Lake Washington. To give some background on the vessel, this is the same boat and engine that my Grandfather used to take us up the calm Upper Henry’s fork river in. The boat is about 10 feet long and has approximately a 20in bow. Basically this is not the boat you would want to find yourself stuck in if you were stranded in the Straight of Juan De Fuca.

I hope you enjoy the media.







En fin, the day was a smashing hit! We discovered that even at full throttle, four fit rowers can easily overtake the Evinrude. We learned that just because Easter is labeled a “Spring holiday”, does not mean that spring weather is in store, and lastly we learned that even with a wet suit on, the water is still deathly cold in March.

Much Love,

Christian

Confession: I regrettably admit that as I get older, I find myself actually considering that I might not be immortal.)


Thursday, March 20, 2008