Thursday, December 02, 2010

Curtain Call

To whom it may concern,

Any winter enthusiast in the Western portion of the United States and Canada is going to remember November 2010. I've never been a part of this many consistent and fun powder days, this early in the year. Thanks for an amazing early season Ms. La Ninã. Please stay as long as you'd like, you're welcome here whenever and however long you want.

Thank you.


Tuesday, October 26, 2010


It's been a tough couple of months, trying to keep the reins on that feeling that you know will eventually break through. It's inevitable. It has to come out. Premiers, new ski movies, the seasonal circulation of the magazines starting again, news of first snow, news of the first resorts opening, etc. None of those help. It starts small, but builds steadily, then it hits a tipping point and you know you can't resist the temptation anymore. It's a hard battle trying to resit the urge to ski. Those first runs are never glorious ones. They always seem to be on a mountain with more dirt exposed than snow and what is there can hardly be classified as that. And if you are lucky enough to get more than a few inches on the ground, don't even think about skiing it. You know it will result in your brand new pair of skis getting a nice new scar (your parents told you so). But if that is the case, you don't care. That day, no matter how terrible the conditions, it marks the first day of the season for you. It's the official start of what you've been waiting for for the past seven months. It's finally winter. It's finally time to ski.

I've yet to have that first day this year. I'm still fighting the urge. First day edits are already showing up, stories of first chair are already circulating. And I'm envying every image I see and every word I read. Hopefully my turn comes soon.

I'm off to New York tonight. Feels counter intuitive with all the snow that the Rockies and many other regions are getting, but alas, I will survive. New York holds it's own allure with exorbitant culture, great family, great friends, great sights and even a bit of East Coast surfing. Hopefully that will help appease my need to slide down mountains covered in frozen water. But don't wait for me, go and get yours and don't be afraid to tell me all about it. I can't wait.

Until then...


Tuesday, October 05, 2010


Here's a variety of videos I've come across over the past couple weeks that have struck me in different ways. Some scary, some amazing, some beautiful or a combination of the like. A few of them have been popping up all over the place, but here they are if you haven't seen them already.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Off the Grid

To say it's been a busy summer is a huge understatement. Lets rewind back to April. After Nine Knights, I took some time off to stay with my fiancee and future in-laws in New York, ejoying the city and doing some work for my now father in-law. Late May I headed back west to finish off filming with Nimbus in Oregon, but soon returning to New York to prepare for the July wedding. July 3rd, married Alexandra, the love of my life. The following few months were pretty packed; honeymoon in Barbados, reception in Utah, photoshoot in LA, triathlon in Idaho, family trip to Costa Rica, photoshoot in Montreal, six state NW roadtrip and now I've got a week back home before we head off on another roadtrip.
Content on the blog has definitely seen a huge decline, but I'm going to be turning that around here in the coming weeks. I have a ton of photo, video and stories from the previous trips, so expect some of that to be regurgitated. But for now I just wanted to give a little explanation. So thanks if you're still around and for you visiual fiends here's two photos I took at Crater Lake last week. Thanks and enjoy.

POC Mag 2.0

Friday, September 10, 2010

Friday, July 02, 2010

NVC 10.3 - The Roof Top

In 24 hours from now I will be married to the love of my life and enjoying this view once again with her.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Sunday, June 27, 2010


Lot's going on in New York. Will have some photos and updates on that in the near future.

In the meantime, here are some great photos of the G20 protests going on in Toronto.

And some info on the G20 itself and it's background.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sunday, June 13, 2010

They Will Hit Everything

When I first saw these two photos they struck me with a really eerie feeling. For some reason I put them on my desktop and there they've sat for the past month or more. I could easily go off on some rant about war and how a chain of non-sequitur events leads to such a doomsday event, or plenty of other scenarios of that nature, but I won't (even though I just kind of did). Simply, I found these images haunting and sobering. Maybe they'll have the same effect on you.

NVC 9.9

Solid delivery.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

NVC 9.8

Mt. Hood, Oregon to Heber City, Utah.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

The Lottery

One night Alex and I were talking books and some interesting reads we'd had. She told me about a short story called "The Lottery". We ended up finding it on the interweb during the conversation and read it right then. It's a quick read and more importantly a great story presenting an unorthodox "government". Since then I've read it a couple times and figured it's something I wouldn't mind sharing on here.
Here's what wikipedia has to say about it and then the story follows. Enjoy.

"The Lottery" is a classic short story by Shirley Jackson, first published in the June 26, 1948, issue of The New Yorker.
The magazine and Jackson herself were surprised by the highly negative reader response. Many readers cancelled their subscriptions, and hate mail continued to arrive throughout the summer. The story was banned in the Union of South Africa. Since then, it has been accepted as a classic American short story, subject to many critical interpretations and media adaptations, and it has been taught in schools for decades.

The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.

The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.

Soon the men began to gather. surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.

The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr. Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?" there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.

The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.

Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued. had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers' coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves's barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.
There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up--of heads of families. heads of households in each family. members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory. tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. with one hand resting carelessly on the black box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.

Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on. "and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time, though. They're still talking away up there."
Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said. in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all." Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said. grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson's arrival.

"Well, now." Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work. Anybody ain't here?"

"Dunbar." several people said. "Dunbar. Dunbar."

Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar." he said. "That's right. He's broke his leg, hasn't he? Who's drawing for him?"

"Me. I guess," a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws for her husband." Mr. Summers said. "Don't you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.
"Horace's not but sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year."

"Right." Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"

A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I m drawing for my mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said thin#s like "Good fellow, lack." and "Glad to see your mother's got a man to do it."

"Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that's everyone. Old Man Warner make it?"

"Here," a voice said. and Mr. Summers nodded.

A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?"

The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet. wetting their lips. not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, "Adams." A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. "Hi. Steve." Mr. Summers said. and Mr. Adams said. "Hi. Joe." They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd. where he stood a little apart from his family. not looking down at his hand.
"Allen." Mr. Summers said. "Anderson.... Bentham."

"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.

"Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."

"Time sure goes fast.-- Mrs. Graves said.

"Clark.... Delacroix"

"There goes my old man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her husband went forward.

"Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said. "Go on. Janey," and another said, "There she goes."

"We're next." Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand. turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.

"Harburt.... Hutchinson."

"Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said. and the people near her laughed.


"They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking of giving up the lottery."

Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery," he added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with everybody."

"Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said.

"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools."

"Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. "Overdyke.... Percy."

"I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish they'd hurry."

"They're almost through," her son said.

"You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said.

Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, "Warner."

"Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."

"Watson" The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don't be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said, "Take your time, son."


After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers. holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right, fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it the Dunbars?," "Is it the Watsons?" Then the voices began to say, "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill," "Bill Hutchinson's got it."

"Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.

People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!"

"Be a good sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, "All of us took the same chance."

"Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said.

"Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the Hutchinsons?"

"There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them take their chance!"

"Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else."

"It wasn't fair," Tessie said.

"I guess not, Joe." Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her husband's family; that's only fair. And I've got no other family except the kids."

"Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr. Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that's you, too. Right?"

"Right," Bill Hutchinson said.

"How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally.

"Three," Bill Hutchinson said.

"There's Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me."

"All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got their tickets back?"

Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill's and put it in."

"I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that."

Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box. and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground. where the breeze caught them and lifted them off.

"Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her.

"Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked. and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children. nodded.

"Remember," Mr. Summers said. "take the slips and keep them folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box, Davy." Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. "Take just one paper." Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child's hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.

"Nancy next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box "Bill, Jr.," Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly. and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her.

"Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.

The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it's not Nancy," and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.

"It's not the way it used to be." Old Man Warner said clearly. "People ain't the way they used to be."

"All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave's."

Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill. Jr.. opened theirs at the same time. and both beamed and laughed. turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads.

"Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.

"It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. "Show us her paper. Bill."

Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.

"All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly."

Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."

Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you."

The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.

Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.

"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Wednesday, June 02, 2010


Malcolm Gladwell, RadioLab, Steven Levitt & Stephen Dubner, Waking Life and This American Life are a handful of examples of people, pieces or programs that consistently draw me in. I find it fascinating to learn about who we are and how we work. All of those examples have taught me many things about myself. I don't always agree with what they have to say or the perspective they're sharing, but what I do always admire is that they've helped me look at things differently than I normally would.
I first stumbled upon these videos on my brother Steven's blog and they had the same effect on me as the others listed above. After digging a bit more I found a whole series of videos by the Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufacturing and Commerce. Unfortunately my internet connection right now is as slow as they come, so I've been unable to view them all. The first two below are the one's I've seen, but all the others after that are queued up to watch when ready. Hope you like them as much as I did and walk away from them with a bit more knowledge in that brain of yours.

Go Away

Posted up in not-so-sunny Mt. Hood, Oregon right now. Mr. Banks Gilberti and I are waiting out the weather so we can finish things off for the season with Nimbus.
Rainy days make for perusing the internet. Here's two videos I came across, both amazing in two completely different aspects.
This new ad campaign from Nike (Wieden+Kennedy) has been getting a lot of buzz, rightfully so. Conceptualizing the difference paths your life can take depending on your actions.

Write The Future from Nalden on Vimeo.

And this bear, doing things most bears don't.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Reading with BroBomb

Jon Hartley and the good people at started an interview series called "Literate Skiers". First one out of the gate was Mike Rogge, followed by myself this past weekend. It was nice to answer some questions that strayed from the ski literature norm. Good things coming from that corner of the internet. I wonder who's next...?

Click link to read the piece. Thanks y'all.

Friday, May 28, 2010

NVC 9.6

En route to Mt. Hood, OR. Stormward bound. Photo by

Monday, May 24, 2010

Sunday, May 23, 2010

NVC 9.4

Bryant Park.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

NVC 9.3

Old school Japanese game at an old school Japanese restaurant.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

California Dreamin'

I know summer is right around the corner and skiing isn't on too many peoples minds (including mine), but is hosting all the segments from Nimbus' Contrast...and for free! We're pretty sure some internet savvy, little brat of a kid was going to upload our movie to YouTube and show it for free anyway, completely disregarding all the rad powder skiing, awesome jumping, super fun snowmobiling and great times we had putting into this little gem...and the little bit of hard work. So, we decided to beat that brat at his own game and allow you to watch and even download the segments, for free. We won't send our money hungry, backstabbing, mega-corporate lawyers to your house with a subpoena so we can have your money. Promise. So go right ahead, download it, guilty free. And you're welcome.



Clickity click that link to watch and download any of them (as well as other Nimbus content) on

Here is the direct link to view/download my segment...

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Point & Shoot - Hot Laps at Central Park

New Point & Shoot up by yours truly, courtesy of Nimbus Independent!

Been posted up in New York for a little bit. Wanted to get out on my first bike ride of the year, so I ventured out to the jungle within a jungle and took some laps around Central Park. It's pretty rad to be in the thick of The City, then a few blocks later feel like you're Robinson Crusoe-ing around some wild woods. Some indigenous species include; New York eagles (aka pigeons), junkies and Yellow Cab demon drivers. Also, contrary to popular belief, rollerblading is alive and well in the Big Apple. Skateboarders thought that species was extinct, but they just packed their bags and decided to assimilate solely to the little island called Manhattan. So glad you can spend a few minutes of your day, enjoying the scenery of this six mile lap in Central Park, New York, New York. Thanks friends."

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Cancer to Capricorn...

...the path of the modern gypsy.


Meet Kenny Strasser, a new hero of mine. He's a professional yo-yo imposter. He tricks Midwestern news channels into thinking he's a professional yo-yo-er so he can get on the air.

"A strange, strange man has been showing up on morning shows throughout the Midwest, claiming to be a yo-yo trick champion. He is not. He is actually terrible at yo-yo. Yet he keeps getting on the air.

Little is known about "K-Strass," who goes by Kenny Strasser, or sometimes Karl Strassburg. He claims to be from Wisconsin (except when he doesn't). He claims to be from a broken home, with his own addiction issues (except when he isn't).

All we know is that K-Strass has shown up on television six times in the past month, showing off his yo-yo "skills" and generally embarrassing the hosts."

To see more K-Strass videos click here.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Friday, May 14, 2010

What's in the Fridge?

That is a great question asked by Mr. Joel "Jah Raven" Whalen. What is in the fridge? Apparently this is what is lurking in his fridge...
"Get ready to get that gold sticker blown off your New Era hat and that check ripped right off your new, unscuffed Nike sneaks because here comes a teaser of biblical proportion! Displaying the talent of the raddest, most real shredders, sledders, and fresh soy cheddar in jah Kootenays mon. So turn up jah volume to max and hold onto you keyboard because you're about to get slapped...right in the face!

Whats in the Fridge? A Teaser. from Jah Raven Creation on Vimeo.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Beat Down

Who doesn't love watching people wreck? I think as humans, especially the humans born in the grand ol' US of A, we're probably born with some gland in our brain, that releases some chemical, that causes some reaction, that makes us love watch bad things happen. Pain, accidents, explosions, cat fights, people falling down, etc. Anything from two bimbo girls freaking out on a reality tv show, to some old guy losing control of his motorized cart, we can't help but stare. So on that note, here is some Nimbus carnage from the past couple months squeezed into a few minutes.

Friday, May 07, 2010

Revlon Run Walk & Riders Against Cancer

Last weekend I ran the Revlon Run/Walk for Women. It's a big fundraiser charity event to help aid the fight against breast cancer. There were over 30,000 participants who helped raise millions (I think $6ix mil) along side Revlon, who's the worlds largest contributor in the fight against breast cancer. The 5k race course started in Times Square, proceeded up 6th Ave, then into Central Park and up the West Side Drive, eventually splitting off the 102nd St. Transverse and ending on the East Side of Central Park. Vehicles were restricted in Times Square, up 6th Avenue and along the course, so it was pretty cool to be one of the first runners out, along side my fiancee and her mom, running through the emptied streets of New York. Weather was perfect and the run was all-time. My fiancee's mom is a runner and set the pace, which almost killed me since I haven't ran yet this year and am not a runner to begin with. We were among the top 20-30 finishers with a time right under 27 minutes. I'm pretty psyched on that...hence the boasting. Here's a bit of photo and video from the start. Doesn't do the event justice, but a glimpse into it nonetheless...

Also recently got involved with an anti-cancer non-profit called Riders Against Cancer. Their mission is to help people in the action sports community who have had to deal with cancer on a personal level. Super good people over there and I'm excited to be involved and help push their efforts. So please check out their organization and if possible donate to a great cause. If unable to donate and/or are wanting to help out, they're in the running to win $100,000 from a local Utah business who's looking to donate some of their earnings. So click the links and cast a vote friends! More good things to come from that front.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Point & Shoot - Cats, Blades & Birds

Put together another Nimbus Point & Shoot the other day...

"A few weeks back I went on my first official team shoot with Spyder. Our first day out we went on a nice little cat-skiing adventure. Wasn't too much skiing happening since we were trying to shoot product shots, but we had a sweet lunch coupled with some hungry buzzards and throwing blades. Psyched to be a part of the Spyder family and call guys like Josh Bibby, Colby West, Chris Davenport, my brother Steven, Daron Rahlves, among a handful of others, my teammates! Plenty more to come from this crew in the future..."

Monday, May 03, 2010

NVC 8.8

Squid & the Whale

Friday, April 30, 2010

Point & Shoot - Nine Knights

Here's another Point & Shoot edit for Nimbus of my trip to Nine Knights in Germany. Copy and paste of the movie description...
"There was this impressive little volcano in Iceland that decided to thwart Nimbus' plans with the Nine Knights event in Germany. Eric, Chris and Wiegand all pulled the plug, but I (Blake) decided to hold strong. I eventually made it, three days later than expected, but it was well worth the trip. Got to hit one of the funnest jumps I've ever hit, meet some good friends and fellow Nimbus shred, Bene Mayr. Learned some new tricks and got some great shots for the upcoming En Route webisode. This little edit gives more of a quick athlete's glimpse of what we were up to. For more in depth coverage and better videos, go to Thanks for letting me come be a part of your rad event Nico!"

Thursday, April 29, 2010

NVC 8.7

St. John the Divine

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Legs of Steel

We all know who the real winners of the Nine Knights dodge ball tournament were. Austria and the Downdays Legends only wish they had the stature and finesse of this team. We'll get you next time!!

Thursday, April 22, 2010


Blake vs. the volcano. I scored a point and finally made it to Germany. Going to take a quick nap so I can find some energy because we're leaving in an hour and I'm excited to go hit this...

Almdudler Nine Knights presented by Fiat 2010- Action part 1 from Nico Zacek on Vimeo.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Slack Jawed

Hit the redial button 50+ times to get past the busy tone, once I conquered that feat, I had to wait 2+ hours to actually talk to someone at Lufthansa. I'm sure they're just as unhappy as all the angry passengers that are calling them! Anyway, looks like I should be flying out of New York Wednesday evening. Hopefully I make it! If you want to see some crazy photos of the volcano, click mmmeeeee! If you want to see something else, watch this girl make a fool of herself...

Saturday, April 17, 2010

All Stuck Up

This little volcano is having quite the dramatic effect on a lot of peoples lives right now, mine included. I don't have much to complain about though, especially in comparison to those people who are indefinitely sleeping in airport terminals or waiting out massive lines to get somewhere. I would love to get to Germany because that Nine Knights setup is looking mighty fine, but being cooped up in Manhattan, at my future in-laws house with my fiancee, is not a bad place to weather this storm. Good luck to everyone else who's waiting this one out.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

NVC 8.5

Lucky number 13.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Ze' Germans

April 15-18: NYC with the fiancee and future in-laws to plan July wedding.
April 19-25: Oberstdorf, Germany for the Nine Knights event.
April 26-28: back to NYC.
April 29: Home or wherever the Nimbus gents are posted up.

Real pumped to leave tonight. The travel bug has been biting lately. I love New York and to follow that up with Nine Knights in Germany is making me pretty happy. Haven't been across the pond in a couple years and never been to Germany, but the jumps they're making for Nine Knights are looking pretty primo! Plenty of content to come from there. Here's some video of the awaiting features being built...

Nine Knights - Building the castle, part 1 from Nico Zacek on Vimeo.

Nine Knights building the castle - part 2 from Nico Zacek on Vimeo.

On the Hill

Mr. Eric put this one up the other day. Had some appearances in it, so thought I would show it on here. Hollering.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

All-Time @ Brighton

Pretty much going to copy & paste this post from my buddy Parker's blog. I've called Parker up a few times this season to help out filming me for Nimbus. From my previous post about all the snowfall Utah just received, I had to make the most of it and get some shots. Here is Parker's perspective of the day...


It's funny to me how spring storms operate in Utah. Most of the time it'll be calm and peaceful in the valley, and raging up at the resorts, less than nine miles away. I understand the science (at least, I understand it as much as I plan to understand it, or care to investigate it), but it's just really interesting to me how I can meet Blake Nyman as Causwell at 8:30 with partly cloudy skies, and a temperature around 45º, and within 25 minutes be wrapped in the core a wild blizzard, with howling winds and lighting (yes, I said lighting). It wasn't anything unexpected though, because I read the storm forecast, so we went to work. J. Eichhorst and Hayden Price accompanied us and we headed out to the slackcountry. Some of us a lot more slowly than the others. It took me like 25 minutes to boot pack across Millicent Bowl due to the fact that I was post-holing every step up to my knees and often to my thighs. All in all, it was worth it. We were able to get three solid shots, and then take a couple laps on one of the most epic pow days of the season. The snow pack was really sketchy, and I honestly felt like I was tiptoeing around up there to keep slabs from breaking off onto my friends. No wonder Tuesday morning's avalanche forecast was HIGH. Anyway, enjoy these images. Most are screenshots from the video, and I recommend clicking on the images to see larger versions.
Blake looking very satisfied after stomping a decent sized drop.
And after. Fully buried.
Hayden sending it into oblivion.
Blake; half-cab on the fun gap.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Once Upon a Time...

My fianceé Alex sent this email to me the other day. Its a photo series titled, "How Fairy Tales Really End". Thought it was pretty funny. Enjoy...

Little Red Riding Hood

Belle (Beauty & the Beast)

Jasmine (Aladdin)


Sleeping Beauty

Snow White

The Little Mermaid

NVC 8.4

This ones from a few days ago. Better now than never.

Bomb holes by Pep & Blake.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Clocked In

Been putting in some on snow hours the past few days. Utah was the recipient of 7' of snow in 7 days, due to a really good, consistent storm cycle. So, we've been getting our share. Pep came home from a long stint in Alaska and Wiegand came down from OR to shoot the two of us for Nimbus. It's been a good few days. Footage and photos to come soon!

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Two Days in Big Fork

Point & Shoot time! Here's another one...

"I tried this line three weeks ago, but didn't get it as planned, so I wanted to come back and get it as planned. My friend Parker Cross came to film me this time. Parker is a good guy that runs the Wasatch Official Production Podcast. Google that and you'll know what I'm talking about or click here for his Vimeo channel. Tally hoe!"

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Candide Kamera pt. 2

Not as good as the first, but definitely some rad skiing and super impressive camera work. Candide is still the boss.

Here's the first for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about...

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Bear Grylis is the man, but this is almost too much.

P&S - PC Lightning Strike!

Monday, March 29, 2010

NVC 8.3

"Red Skies" - The Fixx