And I turned right ("toe side")
I did not fall getting on or off the chairlift.
I get why snowboarding is fun.
Linkage:
by Tim Murphy on Mother Jones
How I used CouchSurfing.org to crash with perfect strangers and see the country on the cheap (without getting killed by an ax murderer).
The rules of CouchSurfing are fragile, and, in truth, somewhat variable. But they're also contingent on a certain degree of innocence. Sleep on enough floors (and in the odd South Dakota cave) and you start to get the impression that CouchSurfing is an idea stuck, precipitously, at the same point in its life as the overwhelming plurality of its membership—basking in the idealism of early adulthood, unconstrained, for the most part, by the burdens and responsibilities that follow. Think of it as an unsexed form of ChatRoulette, where members bounce from futon to futon or guest to guest in pursuit of good karma, or the weird, or the authentic, or just a rager that's going to be totally wild. It caters to a certain type of traveler who craves social experiences the way a skydiver craves that rush of blood to the head; call them the hospitality junkies.
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