Skip the heavy duty skiing musings if you have no interest in skiing and look directly at the photos, if you wish. If you want to read my skiing musings, start right here.

So I went to Killington yesterday. If it is possible to have an actual relationship with a mountain, I have it with Killington. I have done some of my best skiing there and some of my worst. I went there for the first time 2012 and got incredibly lost, fell multiple times, probably caused by my loaner skis and didn’t enjoy myself too much. But I took it in stride, as I do with skiing, just considering the whole thing another learning experience. This is one of the things I like about skiing. No matter what it is, it is a learning experience.

I returned to Killington last year for a week of wonderful skiing, where I proudly got a very bruised shin from a nice fall on a black diamond. I then went back up the black diamond and skied it correctly. And probably way too fast.

Yesterday I went to Killington again. I think this might now be my eight trip to that mountain. Yesterday, my love-hate thing with Killington resumed. I skied some nice downhill in the front part of the mountain and gradually made my way up. When I went to the top, all the trails were covered in moguls. To paraphrase one of my students, moguls to me is like a hell. Really like a hell. Give me a smooth surface black diamond any day of the week but moguls. No way.

But I skied them anyway, turning and carving my way down the mountain. I fell a couple of times, which is fine because I haven’t recorded a single fall this season. Many ski trips ago, I heard a man say “if you aren’t falling, you aren’t learning” and yesterday was my moguls learning session. I did a little ski jump, landed on my feet and proceeded to pretty much solve my skiing problems as I went along with the moguls. This is another thing I like about skiing. It is this constant problem solving exercise because somehow, somehow, you have to get to the bottom of that hill.

As usual, I snapped a few photos along the way:

God wants the snow to stop. The mayor wants people to stop people from diving into the snow head first.

God wants people to have a cannolo. Or like maybe five:

Ok let’s get right to the news. Since being covered in an entire Gronk of snow, the following things have happened:

1. The Boston Globe changed the name of the MBTA from the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority to Maybe By Tuesday in April.
2. The mayor of Boston has taken to the airwaves to tell Bostonians not to jump out of windows into giant piles of snow head first in their underpants.
3. I have taken more taxis in the past few days that I have taken in nearly six years of living here.
4. The news has started writing about passive aggressive notes and wars that are taking place over parking space maintainers. There is usually a threat of physical violence involved in those passive aggressive notes.
5. God was mentioned on this blog.

I mean this is the end. It has to be.

God, an abstract concept at best in the realm of this blog has suddenly become real. Well, real enough to opine on the current state of snow fall in Boston. What does God have to say about it? Nothing good. He (she or it) is angry about it and wants it to stop, if these photos I got of Jesus and Mary in the North End today are any indication:

Don’t know how lucky you are now!!!!
Back in the USSR!!!!

(Nope. But it looks like it waiting at the JFK UMass stop for the shuttle service, doesn’t it?)

I’ve been saying that to myself a lot since this crazy snow emergency/insanity began. It was almost as though it wasn’t real.

Today I visited a place to take photos that reminded me of that line because of how surreal it looked in the snow. Also, there was the fact that the quote I used was about a football game played in this particular place.

The quote is from the Harvard Beats Yale 29-29 movie that I really enjoy and has been mentioned up here before. The pictures are of that particular stadium covered up in snow.

It Was Almost As Though It Wasn’t Real:

Every train system reliable until it is hit in the matter of a couple of days with several massive super snow storms. First, let’s get to a nice graphic to explain the current situation:

It may be the first time poop is featured on this blog. And god willing, the last time. The map helpfully outlines, using emojis which train lines are running after Boston’s latest snow-sanity. Snow Rage.

On the map, I live in the area where the crying emojis are located. I have yet to venture very close to the poop area. The following photos were taken in the flamenco lady area and one of the angry black lines.

Flamenco ladies:

Angry Faces:

I also saw the absolutely amazing sight of a commuter rail train kicking up snow while it was speeding down the tracks, along with the regular orange line train in Jamaica Plain:

These shots are from the crying area. WHERE I LIVE:

Well, this snow filling nightmare has caused a lot of commuting related problems, but today I saw something I have never seen before:

The train was trapped in the station and could not move. And nobody was remaining calm during the situation. People were screaming at each other about whose fault it was.

But alas, one man rescued the Boston commuting public from the utter hell we’ve been put through for the past few days. Am I talking about a mayor or the head of the MBTA? Are you KIDDING? NO.

It was THIS MAN:

As long as I live in a city where a man can become a celebrity by playing a Keytar in a bear suit, I can take anything it has to throw at me. Actually, it brought a welcome respite from all this snow and snow related SHIT. Oops, used a bad word. Poop!!!!!

Noam Chomsky said that an you can literally form an unending combination of utterances in language. I bet Noam is laughing his ass off just about now when it comes to the descriptions used for this past winter. I mean look at the title of this blog entry. Mother Nature has a secret while she plots how to bury Boston under a combination of snow measures made using the heights of well known Boston athletes.

I think we can safely assume that we’ll reach a Zdeno Chara of snow after this latest snow fall. Mother Nature is probably having the last laugh, right about now.

Here are some photos from a snow storm that took place today/yesterday/a week ago/I lost track:

But houses are covered in these things that look like medieval spears:

Sports crazy Boston, as I mentioned yesterday, has decided to start measuring this winter’s historic snowfall in terms of sports figures. Yesterday I broke out the Gronk scale of measurement based on the Patriot’s tight end and resident Boston man-child Rob Gronkowski.

Now others have taken to recalculating the amount of snow in Boston using other sports figures. Let’s have a look at the other athletes that are being used as units of measure for the snow totals in Boston:

We’ve definitely got a Big Papi of snow and we’re almost to a Gronk. Will we get a Zdeno Chara of snow by the end of the week? Well, only mother nature knows that right now. Here’s to a Big Papi of snow. If only it made us as happy as David Ortiz makes all of us:

Oh wait. Maybe hold off on that: