The first time I saw a Bible Traxer I was mildly shocked and very intrigued. I couldn’t help staring. Here was a guy in the middle of a Tram, completely oblivious to the rest of the world, reading the bible.

Reading the bible really isn’t that big a thing. I read genesis when I was younger. I read the abridged version in the religion book so I read it in the bible to get a rounder picture of the story. It was pretty good so I kept going for a while. The deceptively thin pages wore on my patience. I’d read 20 - 30 pages and they would only be a few milimeters thick. I like to see some progress. I had other books that needed reading so read them I did. I know mike read revelations and I do plan to read that as it sounds very entertaining.

So if I’ve read the bible (not all of it) and my brother has read the bible (again not all of it) what was so strange about this.

Maybe it was the underlined paragraphs and little liner notes. I think it got me thinking about a story I heard about an old aquaintance who was known as AAA. AAA was living in Ireland and his mother would send him books. Apparently said books would contain underlined sections and notes in the liner. These notes contained the battiest interpretations that were possible. And AAA loved them.

I wondered if this bible with it’s underlined passages contained the same crazy interpretations. Or maybe the guy was just studying the book to get really good quotes for telling people right before shooting them.

Sorry I haven’t posted lately. Been busy doing… am… stuff.

First Stuff. Went skiing last weekend. The sun was shining in the sky. The sun was shining in the snow. The sun was every where. It was very bright so skiing goggles where required. Unfortunately so was sun screen. No one had sun screen. There was some burning. More on that later.

Second Stuff. We went to a hockey match. Hockey rocks. It’s really fast and there does be fights. Heres a picture of some guy getting checked against the glass.

We were pretty close to the ice and there was a check right in front of us but I didn’t have the camera to hand at the time. Look how close we were.

Back to the sunburn. J 2 the G got burnt bad. It was tough enough to get a picture of him in his burnt state but I managed. Usually by catching him by surprise. Here are two examples.

Click on a picture for a better look.

Stuff 3. Went to a Salt Lake Bees baseball game. They won 6 - 1. Mostly because of bad pitching by the other teams pitcher. There was fireworks afterwards.

PS. I am so going to pay for this.

I added this picture and the last picture from flickr.

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I finally got a camera. I took this picture yesterday morning before I went to work.

It tooke me ages to get as far as the trax. A walk that usually takes me 5 minutes took me fifteen.

I couldn’t see where the path was becuase every where looked the same.

When I did eventually get on the tram my coat was covered in ice.

Madness.

Disclaimer. I assure you officer I’ve only had a few ales.

So we went to the best club in the world tonight. I’m just back. Seriously. Awesome place. There were actual black guys rapping and loads of hot chicks. There was beer. Absolutely everything that you could want from a club.

This whole being irish trick is class. Honestly. “I’m Irish” works as a chat up line down here. Which is class. I’m a stud.

We didn’t steal anything this week. Random Shit here. Maybe we should have. Like a five.

I see it snowed in Ireland. If you can call it snow. It’s more like what the eskimos call anui. Which literally means light layer of snow which melts quickly in the morning because it’s spring. The snow we get here in Salt Lake is incredibly light and dry so that it doesn’t stick together and create Ice. This is called muruaneq which is eskimonese for snow that doesn’t hurt when you fall on it but takes about 10 minutes to move 6 ft’ because it’s up to your hips and you can forget about trying to put your ski’s back on that takes ages. Seriously. That’s what it means.

As I write this I am in a bed in a hotel in boston.

Can you believe. I certainly can’t.

I had a nice flight. It left early. If arrived early. And my bag was one of the first on the carousel.

I had no problems checking in.

The only problem with all this is that I’m not going to be able to see the Harlem Globetrotters on monday night like I had planned to.

Oh Well.

I wen’t skiing yesterday. Learning to ski is a lot easier that learning to snowboard. It was easier to control you speed and to stop. I also found that I fell over a lot less. One of the big problems I had with snowboarding was with getting on and off the chair lift. With snowboarding you take one foot out of the bindings to get on the chair lift and when you reach the top you need to balance with one foot outside the bindings. This resulted in me falling every time.

With skiing this isn’t a problem. It’s easy to get on and off. Getting on you just pretty much walk up to where the chair lift is and getting off consists of sliding down the ramp.

You don’t fall over as much on ski’s. But when you do it can hurt. There was one stage when I was going down one kind of steep bit that I couldn’t really stop. Or slow down. At the end of the hill when it started to level out I started to turn to my left to bleed off some of the speed and eventually stop. It all went pear shaped at that stage I kind of lost my balance and flew head first into the snow. It was like getting punched in the stomach by a very large piece of ground. I was winded and felt like getting sick. Skiers are nice though and lots of them asked me if I was okay. After that there was another kind of steep bit, but this part was no where as near as the previous bit and I got down it without a problem.

I did a few more runs after that. I fell over a few times and learned how to control my speed so I wouldn’t have the same brutal crash that I had earlier.

On the last run that we did it started to snow. This was great as I’ve always imagined it snowing when I went skiing. It also made the falls a little easier as the ground was more powdery and you didn’t really feel it.

It was a good experience and I’ll probably go skiing again before I go snowboarding.

One of the things you hear about with regards to drinking in Salt Lake City is how easy to get drunk. This is surprising considering that the state is run by Mormons and drinking isn’t actually encouraged by that particular religion. The reason it’s so easy to get drunk is because of how high above sea level you are. This means less oxygen and more fun after a few drinks.

So I went out for a few drinks saturday night. And drunk is what I got. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately) I didn’t get drunk enough to forget the nights shenanigans. I clearly remember some stuff. For one the bar was huge. It had three levels, the bottom basement level which had Gazillions of tv’s, pool tables and computer games, the middle level which was good for eating in and the top level which had the band.

As bands go they were alright. They played a lot of funk, some R&B and some Britney Spears.

Then all of a sudden the wierdest thing I’ve seen since I’ve come over to this country happened. People started line dancing. It wasn’t even a country and western song. They all just started to do the same thing. I have never been so shocked in my life. This was compounded by the fact that I’d had 4 millers and I was by far the most drunk person there.

Maybe next week if this happens again I’ll be able to deal with it in a more elegant manner.