A Day in the Life

A day in the life:

So this piece has been a long time coming.
When we left off our hero was struggling with the outhouse. In a surprise twist of events his timed/regimented eating schedule was interrupted by an unexpected gift package: Oreos (mailed by Patrick from GP for the lending of my oreo costume to his son, which won an award by the way!) Well he, I, did two lines of Oreos after 1pm and that resulted in trouble come 11pm bedtime.


damn oreos.
(I think the price of oreos has surpassed saffron here in rural alaska; at the Native store in Buckland AK they go for $8 dollars a bag.... that cost alone makes my lifestyle unsustainable :)


Anyway. The most effective method for conquering a zombie in your outhouse is to (please pardon the bluntness) poop on him. You see, we assume zombies are not hygienic, what with all that rotting flesh etc, but you have to understand they do have standards; if they had their way, they'd opt for a nice washed, simple brain on a clean plate, fork and knife if available. But alas, their food puts up a fight, and so it gets messy. Defecating on them is a sure-fire way to turn their appetite, and ultimately scare them out of your commode.  So thats the way it went down.




no pun intended.

The very night I moved into my cabin the temperature bottomed out (i dont know if you can read that little red box in the upper left corner of my phone, it tells the local temp at the airport: -39); at around 2 am I awoke to my Toyo heater making a large knocking noise, and every light on it flashing like an old star trek clip... the oil had run out.


Good to know Murphys law is a constant.

My cabin is adorably nestled in the woods near the end of a spoke road, about 1.5 miles from work. there are no less than three cross-country trail heads that shoot off my driveway ;)


No moose sightings yet, but every once in a while they walk down the drive and leave a nice kiddie-pool sized pee stain on the snow, just making appearances in the night.

The bike I ride into work everyday is an incredible machine;  burrito powered with awesome studded tires, and easily transports my XC-skis to and from the campus trails.
I try to alternate My weekday activities between ice skating at the Patty Center, and skiing with co workers on the west ridge of campus; at first XCSkiing just seemed like really inconvenient walking but I'm getting better

Fellow commuters on the ride into work - It was an 8-dog-powered sled if I recall correctly

Supposedly this sign only applies to the penned in area of the UAF Agriculture Fields, but I'd argue that the entire city of fairbanks in a work of "Research in Progress"

Little pieces of Ohio up here in Alaska
Taking CCHRC by storm ;)
[I need to locate a dentist soon]

Gnocchi meal; Brought to you by
Corey, Jesse and Christine

I joined Aaron, Jesse and a cadre of ANC people on a trip out to Cooper Landing on the Kenai Peninsula; we took a 7-mile ski into a cabin and stayed over night. The way in was tough going with packs full of food, and water, and primarily uphill. Durning the night there was a crazy storm whipping through the valley; in the morning when I opened the cabin door, I half expected to see a bunch of candy-carrying dwarves dancing around a smashed witch.

I wonder if the bears honor the
property-line of the Chugach National forrest

Obligatory head shot to prove presence

Preferred headshot ;)

The storm in the night brought several inches of water in, to coat the frozen lake's surface

Brad, Sharon, Jesse and the Little Cabin that could

Aaron and Jesse to the tune of a beautiful Alaskan lake