This one will do.
Haven't had an update for awhile. It's hard to find time to update this page every so often, and for a couple reasons. 1) It's pointelss. 2) No one comes here. But I have also been very busy this summer and had something going on every night and weekend. This coming weekend may be the first I haven't been running around Illinois somewhere.
The above pic is from last weekend. Neil organized a big skydiving trip to Skydive Chicago (if you remove the "v" from Skydive, the name is both foreboding and hilarious) in Ottawa and rounded up a bunch of friends and family. My immediate family was there, as well as cousin, uncle, and Grandma. Again, my mom jumped but I did not. I did try to pysche myself up for it too. About a week before, I was at work in a meeting, and instead of allowing my mind to go tabula rasa like crazy, I decided to do some image training for jumping out of a plane.
- Arriving at Skydive Chicago.
- Seeing others safely landing from a successful jump.
- I see their smiling faces. Many high-five's resound.
- I pay my money, which is worth a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
- Take the course, which I have already seen.
- Get into my HOT PINK jumpsuit.
- Meet my tandem master, who just happens to be Christina Ricci. *score*
- Ascend to jump height. Note how my situation is better than paratroppers dodging flak in WWII and they survived...well some of them.
- Christina firmly straps herself to me.
- We approach the edge...almost getting the green light.
- Someone sceams, "GO GO! Now is your time to live Erik Wilson!"
- I jump
- Silence and beauty
- ...I am born
Now what really happended to me at work for the next two hours after trying to force my fragile, child-like mind out of a plane. This is a true story.
- Immediate upset stomach
- Sweaty palms
- Stuttering
- Shortness of breath
Am I a giant wuss, or a typical living, breathing, human being with his own set of paranoia JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!? You be the judge. And if it helps the case any, I would like to remind the jury, my mom has jumped twice now.
In other news, done a lot of neat stuff this summer. Been in Chicago twice, once for the Taste, and once for visiting the Field Museum, and the Art Institute. I finally got to see Seurat's La Grande Jatte. Another childhood dream realized. Done some camping, played Doom the Board Game(!!!) , almost set Mona's house on fire with a Roman Candle. Well I was party to it, and it would really have been Chris' fault.
And don't believe the critcism, Killer7 rocks out...hard.
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