crash
10/04/09 10:37 Filed in: Life | Photography
Earlier this week I drove to Whistler early one
morning to shoot some park. You can watch a video
of that day here.
On the way up, past Squamish, in the Cheakamus
canyon I was the 4th or 5th vehicle at an
accident scene. As I dove up I saw the highway
was blocked by a pickup truck that had been
dumped on its cab. Two people were taking the
driver out and then took her (I think) to the
barrier where they were attending to her. She
walked away from this.
Motorists attend to the victim of an early morning accident on Highway 99 north of Squamish, April 7, 2009.
She was taken care of and I was late, so after I saw that I couldn't be of any assistance I drove on. I called it in to Mountain FM, so if you were listening to the radio on Tuesday you might have heard Dano.
Drive safe.
Motorists attend to the victim of an early morning accident on Highway 99 north of Squamish, April 7, 2009.
She was taken care of and I was late, so after I saw that I couldn't be of any assistance I drove on. I called it in to Mountain FM, so if you were listening to the radio on Tuesday you might have heard Dano.
Drive safe.
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The Man ( f*** the man)
29/08/08 12:59 Filed in: Rant
Warning:
Boring angry rant approaching.
It took me a couple years after moving out of the house to figure out that I had to pay taxes. When I finally did, I was all freaked out that the government was going to come and take away my birthday and throw me in jail, so I went to an accountant. I have had good and bad accountants over the years, but they all know how to deal with the government better than I do, so that was a good move. I finally came across Judi Brown and she has been as much a counsellor as an accountant. She's good people, we like Judi.
So because of my fear of the taxman in the early days, I was always very careful to declare all my income, I rarely claimed all my expenses and I figured that if the day ever came that "the man" took a close look at my books, I would be ok. Of course that was not the case. After living in California for a year, i got a letter from the government on a trip home. It was a tax assessment for 75 thousand dollars. As you can probably imagine an unexpected bill for 75 k isn't on my list of things that I was expecting on my little vacation home. I don't know about you, but I don't have that kind of ching just laying around. I actually laughed because I thought it was a mistake.
Two years later Judi had waded through all the crap, re-filed 7 years (they actually asked us to re-file 10 years worth despite rules not requiring Canadian humans to hold onto tax documents for longer than 7 years) of tax returns, PROVED to them that we were right, and in the end, because I've always been honest, we ended up with a sizeable credit.
I mean, that's how it works right? You do everything right and when they ask about it, you show them everything and then they say "oh sorry, our bad, you did the right thing."
No, that's not how it works at all.
How it works is this: They can't stand losing, so they change the rules, disallow your credit, and hit you with another bill. You know why? Because they can't stand to be wrong. They won't pay you back a bit of the money they owe you, and they make the rules so they can change them whenever they want. At this point they have broken their own rules twice trying to make an honest tax filing citizen pay money he doesn't owe and doesn't have.
You wonder why people hate the government? I used to. Now I know. Fuck them.
I can't win. It has already cost me thousands of dollars fighting this and now it will cost me even more. In the end, even when I am proven right, it will have cost me so much that I will be paying it off for years. When you are self employed in an industry as sketchy as Action sports, and photography, it is a constant struggle to make ends meet, and this is the kind of thing that just pushes your head underwater and holds you there. The last bubbles are draining out of my lungs as we speak. I'm drowning.
It took me a couple years after moving out of the house to figure out that I had to pay taxes. When I finally did, I was all freaked out that the government was going to come and take away my birthday and throw me in jail, so I went to an accountant. I have had good and bad accountants over the years, but they all know how to deal with the government better than I do, so that was a good move. I finally came across Judi Brown and she has been as much a counsellor as an accountant. She's good people, we like Judi.
So because of my fear of the taxman in the early days, I was always very careful to declare all my income, I rarely claimed all my expenses and I figured that if the day ever came that "the man" took a close look at my books, I would be ok. Of course that was not the case. After living in California for a year, i got a letter from the government on a trip home. It was a tax assessment for 75 thousand dollars. As you can probably imagine an unexpected bill for 75 k isn't on my list of things that I was expecting on my little vacation home. I don't know about you, but I don't have that kind of ching just laying around. I actually laughed because I thought it was a mistake.
Two years later Judi had waded through all the crap, re-filed 7 years (they actually asked us to re-file 10 years worth despite rules not requiring Canadian humans to hold onto tax documents for longer than 7 years) of tax returns, PROVED to them that we were right, and in the end, because I've always been honest, we ended up with a sizeable credit.
I mean, that's how it works right? You do everything right and when they ask about it, you show them everything and then they say "oh sorry, our bad, you did the right thing."
No, that's not how it works at all.
How it works is this: They can't stand losing, so they change the rules, disallow your credit, and hit you with another bill. You know why? Because they can't stand to be wrong. They won't pay you back a bit of the money they owe you, and they make the rules so they can change them whenever they want. At this point they have broken their own rules twice trying to make an honest tax filing citizen pay money he doesn't owe and doesn't have.
You wonder why people hate the government? I used to. Now I know. Fuck them.
I can't win. It has already cost me thousands of dollars fighting this and now it will cost me even more. In the end, even when I am proven right, it will have cost me so much that I will be paying it off for years. When you are self employed in an industry as sketchy as Action sports, and photography, it is a constant struggle to make ends meet, and this is the kind of thing that just pushes your head underwater and holds you there. The last bubbles are draining out of my lungs as we speak. I'm drowning.
crash
11/04/08 10:14 Filed in: Backcountry
We waited in the clouds for hours yesterday. When
the sun finally peaked through, it had mostly left
the jump we were set up on. Ejack hit it anyway,
went way, way too far, and punched his board. I'm
pretty sure he kneed himself in the eye too. Here
he is describing the crash...
