It is especially happy for me, since I will be seeing Reagan and Piper today. It is also kind of a big Sunday, because it is the first day of the week that contains both, Reagan’s birthday (Friday), and our anniversary (Monday). And now, some photos of snow and ice on the fire escape:

I hope that everyone is having a great weekend!

I shot all of these on my way out of work last night.

^—–Ice flowing out to the harbor.

^——WFC Water Taxi Terminal

^——Random Police Barricade, recently installed next to 7 WTC

^——Looking at Jersey City from North Cove Marina

Since Piper has been back at Columbia, I have been back to the old car moving routine. I have not enjoyed it. I normally get up at 6, so that I can get it done before there is any real traffic. The sweet spot is between 6 and 7. After 7, there is a garbage truck and a school bus blocking every single street in our neighborhood.

This morning, Reagan woke me up, while she was stirring around. I had one of those sudden moments of panic, like I knew I shouldn’t still be asleep. I had forgotten to take my phone off of silent, and the type of alarm that I had set for moving the car, doesn’t make any noise, when my phone is on silent. It was already 7. I got down stairs just in time for the blizzard to start, and in time to get stuck behind every school bus and garbage truck in our neighborhood, at least once. Hahahaha. I’m ok with that though, because the snow was very pretty and entertaining to watch, while taking breaks from watching the dudes toss garbage into the truck.

At long last, I did find a parking spot in time to make it down to work w/o being late, where I took the above photos of the storm. I know they are kind of boring. I liked these ones much more.

To add a little bit of contrast to the gray photos above, I thought I would post the image below. It has made its way around the internet by now, but I thought it was cool enough to share again anyway.

The image comes from artist Steven Worley’s blog. In his post, he outlines the history of Crayola’s color spectrum, and how the palette has expanded over the years, saying:

Crayola’s crayon chronology tracks their standard box, from its humble eight color beginnings in 1903 to the present day’s 120-count lineup.  According to Crayola, of the precious crayons of my childhood – the seventy-two colors from the official 1975 set – sixty-one survive.

So cool.

I saw all of this ice that was collecting in the north cove marina, from my boss’s window Monday, when I was in his office. I decided to photograph it, Tuesday morning on my way in. The funny part? Apparently I wasn’t the only person I know, taking photos of floating ice in the Hudson.

Red Hot Chili Peppers. I have pretty much loved these guys forever. I got in trouble from my mom for the album cover of  “Mother’s Milk.” I remember when they played at Park West with Oingo Boingo. The cover of “Mother’s Milk” has since been censored. Both Park West and Oingo Boingo no longer exist. RHCP has gone through as many guitar players since then, as they have changes of underwear. I’m glad that through all of that, they are still cranking out some quality sounds.

Since it is the week of Christmas, I thought I should post something festive. I didn’t want it to be too cliche though. So I’m doing “Snow” from “Stadium Arcadium.” As an added bonus, I’m also including a link to “Deck the Halls,” performed by RHCP A’capella. Merry Christmas.

Snow (Hey Oh)

Deck the Halls

Burton is one of the brands that is featured on SoJones.com. As a result, I attended  a couple of Burton parties last night for their fall video release (“B” Movie). I had an extra enjoyable time hanging out and chatting with pro snowboarders all night, since I grew up in SLC and have been riding since I was a young pup. These events are the kind that I dreamed about attending, when I was in high school. I invited Reagan to come meet Shaun White. She told me no thanks but tell him that I like his red hair, for me. Hahahah. Anyway, it was a really good time. I posted about it over on SoJones, along with mucho mas fotos. Check it.

I’m sure that I’m not the only one who suffers from extra dry skin in the winter. It seriously makes me crazy. Especially on days like today, when it is so cold and windy. It seems to sap my skin of all moisture. This condition, left unchecked, will leave my knuckles all dried out and cracked. So, I do the sensible thing and use hand cream, like its nobody’s business. The only problem with this, is that it leaves my hands all greasy, which in turn greases up my keyboard and anything else that I touch before the hand cream has had ample time to absorb. If this was only once a day, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But there is this thing called hand washing, which pretty much necessitates the application of more hand cream, multiple times per day. I have tried using only the pinky of each hand to apply the cream to my knuckles, then using a napkin to wipe down my pinkys, which helps. But I still end up with the greasy keys, to a degree that is more than desirable. Does anyone have any suggestions for a way around this conundrum? The greasy keys are kind of making me nuts.

[photo by Sephora]

-I was in the subway last night, and I saw a homeless guy wearing a backpack that said “Zions National Park” on it. I would bet money that the guy has absolutely no concept of the significance of Zions National Park. I, however, do. With the temperature dipping down the way it did last night, I couldn’t help but reflect on the hot sunny days that I have spent in southern UT. It was straight back into reality for me, when I came above ground at my stop. That cutting east coast wind in my face was very sobering. Today’s weather is no better, topping out in the low 30′s. Man, I cannot wait for ti to warm up. I bet if that homeless dude with the backpack knew what Zions Park was, he would daydream about being there, too. FYI the photo above is not of Zions, it is from a different park near Bryce Canyon.

So much for the old sailor adage about red skies at night.

You can’t really tell from these pictures, but it is flurrying here in lower Manhattan. As in, SNOW flurries. I’m pretty bent out of shape (if it is possible for me to be anymore out of shape than I was before I saw this) about it. I checked the forecast and it said rain and snow tomorrow too. Fitness jokes aside, Come on! (spoken in the voice of Gob Bluth).

I swear, I have been kind of sick so many times this year. It is kind of ridiculous. I have never had a full blown cold, or flu, or any of that. I get stuffed up at night and in the morning, and sneeze a lot during the day. I also get the headache behind my eyes. So annoying.

At least I haven’t had to deal with the full on, misery of the rhino virus like Reagan has. She is actually really sick for the second time in like 6 weeks. Of course it always happens when I’m chained to my desk on some super time suck of a project. Which makes it so that I can’t really even be around in the evenings to make soup and do the other, take-care-of -sick-spouse duties.

Anyway, she is rocking the dayquil, and I’m throwing back zinc/vitamin C lozenges. Fingers crossed that we can kick whatever it is, that’s ailing us, then ride it out until Spring without further incident.