winter

if you're a skier, one of the biggest days of the year happens in august. that's right, august. dog days of summer, the whole shebang. it's that day when the first ski magazine hits your mailbox. god damn, it's like crack. the first POWDER of the year drops, and all the sudden i'm seeing pics of the new crop of skis, shots of deep, deep pow, new schoolers going absoluetly batshit in the backcountry, and suddenly the whole world becomes a tease before the lifts begin to turn.

well, it happened on friday, and i'm so ready for summer to end that i'm lighting an old pair of skis on fire in sacrifice to Ullr, the god of snow. come on, man, i know you're watching! help us out! let the sun worshippers suffer for once, and have a massive winter drop on us beginning in early october!

i'm willing to let a month pass before my sacrifice is answered...