Category Archives: Events
Over the years I have taken part in a few midnight missions, they are not always of the legal nature, but the stoke and memories of pulling something off under the veil of darkness is never easily forgotten. The earliest mission I can remember is liberating some plywood for a jump ramp that we “needed” to have, and the kind lady that shone her headlights so we could skate the wood safely home. Read more
In our industry of sports and adventure, injuries are inevitable. It’s really how you deal with the injury that can effect your life. We all know someone that got hurt doing what they love and whether they were sponsored or not they had to retire or fade back from the scene. Read more
It was the loneliest birthday I can remember. I got on a flight the day prior and had three shitty layovers – Montreal, Heathrow, Munich or something like that – before arriving in Vienna, Austria sometime the following morning. I felt tired and sour, ripe with overseas residue. The bitter, wet Austrian winter air blasted my face as I stepped outside for the first time in 30-plus hours.
In the digital age, it’s easier than ever to relive the past. A simple swipe through your iPhone’s photo album will replace whatever dusty memory may (or may not) exist in your mind, providing mega pixels to reinforce the fact that, Yes, that did actually happen. With winter meeting a lackluster conclusion in Eastern Canada this past week (as anyone working in “the industry” will attest, this was one of our worst seasons in recent history), my pocket-sized memory reinforcer provided evidence that my 2011/12 snowboard experience wasn’t entirely bad. Honest. And here are a few of the photos to prove it.
Most winter weekends, when not traveling elsewhere to ride, I can be found at Blue Mountain. As far as I’m concerned, Blue offers the best all-around shred experience by Southern Ontario standards. As much as I like riding the parks (and riding with the friends who ride said parks) at Horseshoe Valley and Mount St. Louis — or indulging in the occasional mid-week night session at Lakeridge or Dagmar — the longer vertical and varied terrain at Blue offers the closest comparison to “freeriding” in the area. And yes, the quotes around “freeriding” indicate my healthy awareness of the irony and absurdity of the usage of this word in a paragraph about Ontario snowboarding. Read more
Oil is big business. Dare I say the biggest business, narcotics, a close second, notwithstanding. Thus it only makes sense that the illegal drug trade would take a page out of the Oil Empire’s handbook. Oil and heroin have been bedfellows for a while, most recently coming into light with the US invasion of Afghanistan. The Taliban, which was the ruling sect until recently, used draconian methods of public torture, executions and destruction to all but eradicate Afghanistan’s heroin production throughout the ‘80s, when the US were their allies. Now, in order to fund their war against the US and other terrorist activities, the Taliban protect and pay top dollar to farmers that grow the opium poppy which in turn produces heroin. This has evolved to the point where over 90% of the world’s heroin is coming from Afghanistan. Read more
Since day one I’ve looked up to one man more than all the rest combined. He flew airplanes, big fucking airplanes. Much like the lighter than air machinery he operated he has always been larger than life and functions in the same capacity. Retired and supposedly resting on his laurels reaping the rewards of his 33 year career with Air Canada I still get updates from his ‘Spot’ GPS on a weekly basis that put him in the middle of the Atlantic, Denmark, Scotland, China, South America and any number of the supposed 4 corners of the globe.
Waiting and anticipating is a thing of the past these days, and people’s patience grows shorter and shorter by the minute. This can be a good thing with the growth of the internet when organizing a certain event. Trying to organize a country to have a video contest would have been very difficult a few years ago, especially when it comes to the mass population viewing the winning entries.
I’m in the quarantine sector of the Chinese border, near Mengla. It’s mid afternoon in sweltering jungle heat. I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m the only person in here. The border is new and modern, yet there’s no traffic. I later discover that the border is recently completed, but the highway is not, hence the lack of border clients. Maybe they’re trying to fuck with me by making me wait in this room alone for so long, but there’s nothing I can stress about. I’ve got the proper Visa stamps, I don’t speak any Mandarin, and neither of the two officers working can speak any English. I can only wait.
Just over the border, before All Hallows Eve, the eerily quaint town of Lynden, Washington takes to the stables that play host to their annual event aptly dubbed the “Harvest Gnar Fest”. Free food, sodas, giant jack-o-lanterns and fireworks take over the stables of the Northwest Washington fairgrounds. A combination costume ball / skateboard contest / art show (courtesy of the likes of resident ripper and reaper Matt French) — this year I was honored to have been there and judge the contest too.