I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear.
I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy.
I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.
I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.
-props to Johnny A
fitting like a (Vertical SV) glove at Park City Powder Cats
riding high in the Alta beanie
one pair of the 200+ hands that build the Arc'teryx Alpha SV
Blue Ray. Warm when it's COLD!
You can even skin in this when it's cold out.
Blue Ray color
Sabre in action in Road Rash Red. Helps ya stick 'em.
light and airy in Blue Ray
The Sentinel in Nectar, both color and snow quality. Snowbird.
can be packed about half the size of the stuff pocket.
All three of these are excellent for wearing while drinking and spills bead up and roll right off.
the Celeris stuffs into it's pocket (which only makes it about half as small as it can be) and tucks nicely into pack lids and pockets of pants.
small pocket on the hip and reflective logo. Smooth, wide waistband
Looks fast, and strong.
The Arc'teryx Mentum has a small stash pocket on the leg for small essentials.
The Arc'teryx Alpha LT uses a very fine, tight weave to give the jacket suppleness and toughness. The needle tip shows scale. This particular jacket has been in use for 2 years with about 40 ski days and a bunch more climbing and hiking.