Connor Curley's Year End Post written by Taylor

connor curley is not just a carbon based being

he is an energy

an attitude

people "lived" like him in previous lives

or they want to live like him in the future

women want to screw him

men want to be brothers with him

but everyone deep down

wishes that they could have even a fraction of his fuckall attitude

he'll probably run till he cant anymore

he'll probably spit in the pizza you ordered

but he'll always be there for his brothers

unfortunately your not one of them

he's over educated and witty

his ipod has nearly 12 different playlists of metal sub genres

he wants to smash your false sense of self confidence

he writes better than you

IF GOD IS OMNIPRESENT

CONNOR CURLEY IS OMNIABSENT

-Taylor

Taake.

Take solace in knowing, absolute, that your life is as meaningless as a single celled organism. The meaning of life is to live it how you want. Expression is the drug of the gods. Never bow. All that matters, all that is tangible, is love.

I find hope within hatred.

2012. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Growth

From our very own Modern Art Museum in Reno

Well for my introduction into this thing gentlemen , I was asked to reflect on the last year. Perspective has always been an awesome tool to keep the rest of the things in life in line since creative writing in high school. To begin with I have lost a couple friends while gaining a newfound understanding of the kind of real and genuine friends that actually mean something. The kind of friends that will sit up and talk about UFOs with you even if they are laughing the whole time. It is a bit odd when someone that you have known since 2nd grade decides that a psycho hosebeast who has had relations with four of your friends and a threesome with you is more important. But it is what it is and is only a minor speedbump on the road of life. Hidden Valley

Moving on, the defining moment of the year came when I was denied into the teaching program. Tough pill to swallow but a wake-up call. This is something I have wanted to do for a while and now was super motivated to get in. Sidebar is the trip up to Whistler with Kayla up the coast of Northern California, Oregon and Washington. We moved in right before the trip which was a huge growing point as well, make or break type situation. The trip, however, was my chance to cut out because I knew that I would have to smoke two summer school classes when I got back. It was an absolutely amazing trip as they always are with her. Being out in the middle of nowhere has a tendency to bring people together in a way that you can only understand on an epic road trip with your friends or girlfriend. This was a lot more lowkey than previous trips where we try to slam as much as we can in the short amount of time we have. Instead I was able to read three books on the trip as well as enjoy some time on the beaches of Oregon which is pretty unheard of in that rainy climate. Lincoln City

Oregon Coast

When we got back it was business as usual. It’s an odd feeling when all or most of your friends have graduated. Not necessarily that you have been left behind, but instead like you should figure out what needs to get you there and connect those dots. Currently I have aced all my classes since this point and have a meeting with the department chair to get into the teaching program. This is nice to finally see a light at the end of the tunnel when you have more credits than is needed for graduation and all that’s left is the program units.

On a lighter note I skated the other day with one of my buddys Taylor who also got his knuckles tatted up. I say this because it was a weird feeling. I will always love skating and snowboarding but for some reason that I cannot explain, neither of them sound appealing to me right now. This is wild because I snowboarded basically by myself the entire 30 plus days last year and every day was amazing. But it looks like I have finally reached the offseason point. Instead, hiking and being in the hills behind our apartments has been my escape recently and I cannot get enough of it. If my crankset wasn’t busted I’m sure biking would be in that list as well. Anyways, I guess the one thing that I have learned from all of this that I will take into the new year is an awareness of what is important and that when you want it, the easiest way is to go out and get it. No one will hand it to you and the drive from within will bring all of those goals into reach. Sanctuary

Oh yeah I went to San Diego too

MOVIE NIGHT

Take 15 minutes and watch this.

http://vimeo.com/29832031

some changes

i am writing this from my bed. thats right, my bed. not a sleeping pad in a tent, nor a foam mattress on tipi floor, not even a good friends wooden floor with a light sleeping bag. my bed. i packed my mattress in storage back in march 2010 when i decided that i was going to ride my bike down the coast of california from santa cruz to santa ana. after the ride i spent time in baja california. then a month and a half in a tent in truckee. then traveled all over eastern asia for a couple months. upon my return i was a vagabond. living out of my car visiting friends and family as far north as yaak, montana and newport beach, california in the south.during this time i was convinced, rather easily i might add, to live in a tipi for the winter, IN TRUCKEE. by the time march 2011 rolled around i had yet to take my mattress out hiding. spring and summer were unable to afford me any opportunities either. there was more tent time and car time and floor time. oh and alaska to top it all off. but finally the time has come. my name is in the dotted line. i am permanently here for 8 months. permanently sounds a bit strong. lets say that i have a mailing address for the next 8 months. and with that; a mattress. but also: a closet, refrigerator, shower, power supply, internet, and of course as goes without saying, bills. 

my mattress and buffalo. my bed

connor and i have moved into an apartment together. its a newer place in northwest reno and pretty affordable. the main draw was access. access to trails. from the door i can run up the road a half mile and hit dirt. not any dirt though. dirt that takes me up. up to the summit of peavine which is 3000 feet above the apartment. both connor and i have talked about being able to get ourselves in a healthy routine where we would trek up and down that mountain all winter long, hopefully without too much snow but even if there is a lot of snow we will have a trail broken and it wont be an issue.

we are prepared. i think

view of peavine from my bed. its taunting me

keeping in trend with changes. i chopped off the beard. kinda regret it. but it was time to give it a fresh start. im hoping with a few weeks of daily shaving the new beard will supercede any gentic issues i am facing and grow in thicker. thats the old wives tale anyway. shave it and it grows back darker, faster, and thicker. in the mean time i look like this, ha.

the hot straight shave was great