Sunday, January 27, 2008


It snowed today a bit, only the second time in two weeks.

Siena, Rachel, and Joseph came up from Seattle for the weekend, it was great to see them. Siena is about to leave for Central America!

Hope all is well.


Monday, January 21, 2008

08' live

Hello there, its Max again. Welcome to my blog.
Perhaps you ask yourself, what has Max been doing up there in the bellingham? Well, I have been splitting my time recently between homework, listening to strange hip-hop instrumentals, reading crazy fantasy novels, taking photos here and there, watching and playing basketball (first inter mural game is Wednesday!), cooking, climbing, and bit of parkour here and there.

All of my roommates are out of town this weekend, the house has been eerily quiet. I like having solitude though, at least periods of it. I went to party a little earlier. I have gotten into the habit of biking more at night now than in the day, because the buses run during the day. Today was freezing, about 28 degrees before the 20mph winds are added on. It was beautiful by 11pm and I was biking to the party, clear skies, still air, bright stars, and nearly full moon flanking me. By the time I headed home about 2 hours ago, the wind had picked up again, and it was fully below 20 degrees. I had a stiff headwind in my face as I made my slow way home, bundled warmly, but nose numb. All the puddles had the undulating freezing patterns twisting across them, like little mirrors reflecting the moon back a thousand fold. Much better than sitting in a car for a few minutes. Especially once I step inside, make a snack, and read before bed.

I am a possessor of many habits.


Building a snow cave on mt baker with ko and cameron.

Columbia and Mountain

On the way home from mazama.


Parents )

An Open Book

Evidence of a skier.

Snow Falls

Scrabble face, slow flakes.

The Hustle

Bama, card hustler.

Cole's Breakfast

Post Basketball tournament, a diner in Arlington.

Friday, January 11, 2008

A Blusterous Day (and a newspaper article)

Its a blusterous day
gust, raindrop
grey clouds loom like sullen fortresses
tears as arrows
peppering the footsoldiers
for the bus

The calvary charge by
close enough to reach out and touch
armor clad beasts
we shy away from
rubber-shod hooves

Ping! Ping!
the barrage continues
unabating as we are whisked to the hilltop
I watch the faces as
they board and depart, looking
bored, tired

A rare smile like the sunrise
thickly cloaked in a shroud of mist
a beam cuts through
and paints a confused rainbow on the face
of the girl across the aisle

Check out this article in the Western Student paper. Its got photos by Otis and Veronica, and I am quoted a bit. Its on page 8.