"Old Man of The Mountain"

Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)

2010-10-20T08:45:00.000-07:00

Symptoms of SAD may consist of difficulty waking up in the morning, morning sickness, tendency to oversleep as well as to overeat, and especially a craving for carbohydrates, which leads to weight gain. Other symptoms include a lack of energy, difficulty concentrating on completing tasks, and withdrawal from friends, family, and social activities. All of this leads to the depression, pessimistic feelings of hopelessness, and lack of pleasure which characterize a person suffering from this disorder.

But I like winter.
I need some motivation, school just isn't doing it and work well that's a joke.

Mel you motivated me and now that you're gone I'm lost.

Andrew Bird "Fake Palindromes"

2010-09-13T15:42:00.000-07:00

Andrew Bird "Fake Palindromes"

my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
monsters?
whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide!
jesus don't you know that you could've died
(you should've died)
with the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

and she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
and she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise
she's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use
she's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
she's got blood in her eyes for you

certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads
they run you hot and cold like a rheostat, i mean a thermostat
so you bite on a towel
hope it won't hurt too bad

my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has tried
swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
what monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth

and she says i like long walks and sci-fi movies
if you're six foot tall and east coast bred
some lonely night we can get together
and i'm gonna tie your wrists with leather
and drill a tiny hole into your head

Barry Louis Polisar "All I want is you"

2010-08-13T12:53:00.000-07:00

TO: Melody

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

Stars "Your Ex-Lover is Dead"

2010-08-11T13:55:00.000-07:00

This song has been haunting me the past two weeks.

"Your Ex-Lover Is Dead"

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...

Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

City O' Rocks 2010x2

2010-07-15T14:34:00.000-07:00

So I was fortunate enough to make it to the City two weekends in a row. It was quite enjoyable.
First weekend was with a sizable percentage of TEMF, the weekend started with some of the vanguard getting snowed out but by the time the full force was assembled the nasty weather vanished and the rocks were all ours. Hmm... if I remember correctly we climbed some stuff on window rock (5.6-5.10) then went out to climb Private Idaho which I proceeded to bleed all over nearly vomit and fully exhausted myself (damn it was good). The next day we descended in our standard mob upon the Lost Arrow Spire I think in all 8 people topped out then with the weather looming we began our retreat to camp and beer. On the march home the weather held off long enough to run a train on Too Much Fun. After that it truly was time for beer, whiskey and great curry (thanks Sue!).

The next weekend was hmm... I'll call them the Ruby Crest Gang a smaller but no less enjoyable faction of the Elko clans oh yes and several members of the newly formed Bell clan of Ely. The first night we go there a bit on the later side but still managed to put in a few pitches rapping in the dark free is always a trip. The next day Russ (team Bell) and I went and knocked out Theater of Shadows and Sinocranium in about 4 hours. After that it was on to pizza then camp. Sunday we screwed around on Bath rock I was able to get in a few sporty 10s and the rest of the gang played with the TRs and a few 8s and 9s in the area then back to Ely.

Two great weekends if I do say so myself.

Against Me!

2010-07-15T14:19:00.000-07:00

Ok so Against Me! isn't something new to rave about but they've resurfaced in my pool of interest recently. They have quite a few good songs so here are three. It seems that all of them are off of the "Reinventing Axl Rose" '02

"Pints of Guinness Makes you Strong"

Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day in 1964
But she could not hold it against him
There were times when there was nothing she could do
But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
A picture of better days

And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!
If we're never together
If I'm never back again
Well I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!

In all the years that went by she said
She'd always love him
and from the day that he died
She never loved again

And in his wallet she kept in her nightstand
an a.a. card and a lock of red hair
she kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart
it killed a part of her before the rest was gone.

She said, "If I would have known just how things would have ended up
I just would have let myself die."

And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!
If we're never together
If I'm never back again
Well I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!

"Baby, I'm an Anarchist"

Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

"Those Anarcho Punks are Mysterious..."

We're all presidents, we're all congressmen,
We're all cops in waiting,
We're the workers of the world,
There is the elite and the dispossessed,
And it's only about survival,
Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth,
And reach an obscure kind of perfection,
Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible,
Let's try not to remember any names,
We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision,
United, we'll make them remember our history,
Or how we'd like to be told,
How we'd like to be told...

And we rock,
Because it's us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it's so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system,
It's just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking 'bout guns,
Talking like they're going to war,
'Cause they found something to die for,
Start taking back what they stole-
sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no....

Man Man "Black Misson Goggles"

2010-07-15T14:15:00.000-07:00

I thought maybe if I'm returing to my blog I'd start if off with some new songs that are in my head.

Man Man
"Black Misson Goggles"
the sky is falling like a
sock of cocaine in the
ministry of information

subway train's derailing
heads decapitating
catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

she's a warm bodega
high on noriega
strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983

she wears her legs around her
neck like a piece of ice
her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

i am falling like a
sock of cocaine in the
ministry of information

i'm a warm bodega
high on noriega
strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper

and i walk around i whisper in her scalp
i whisper on the wind i whisper once again

Hot N Cold

2009-10-25T10:22:00.000-07:00

This is a song by American pop artist Kate Perry. I heard this version on satellite radio a few months ago and just recently found this. It's sure to make you smile.

The Public Forum

2009-09-03T11:19:00.000-07:00

So it has been a topic of much debate lately, that is the use of the "Online Public Forum" as a venue for traditionally less than public topics. I feel that the online forum is akin to the old telling your troubles to the bartender type of action. With the understanding that you're audience is not just one person or one local establishment but a veritable world of people. Ranging from those you haven't met and won't to those that know you quite well outside of the public forum. It is a world of windows but with only the presented image to view on the inside. It's not truly the "glass house" but more of a presentation. In the glass house every action is theoretically one that can be viewed by the passer by. Some could argue that by living in a glass house that every action is a presentation due to its nature. I argue that the online forum is only a single window into that house. Yes you get to see everything that happens within that window but it is much easier to control than a house of glass. You can present a action, thought, word, emotion, etc. in the form that you want it presented. So in that sense its more of an art form than just living in a glass house. You have to design what you present so that the viewer will interpret it in the way you intended, but just like any art the intended presentation doesn't always come across in the way the artist supposed it would. Art is up for interpretation, the online forum is up for interpretation to be continued..............

Mates of State

2009-08-31T10:10:00.000-07:00

So this last weekend started with a kick in the mouth with the kicker yet to remove said foot. With foot in mouth I proceeded southwards to the hive of scum and villainy that I call my home ....Vegas. Once there my compatriots and I gorged ourselves on sushi and sake. The next day with equally bloated bellies we split up myself and Dom heading to the oven that is Red Rock Canyon in August. Once there we made a vain attempt to climb, sweating out sushi and sake we managed 2 short pitches before retreating into the shade for the rest of the day. In the evening we saw the new Tarantino flick "Inglorious Bastards". Violent and funny with a few personal favorite characters it was a entertaining film. Met up with a friend at Charlie's and then took a nap of the most glorious kind. Waking at ten am the next day with the first good nights sleep in days under my belt myself and Dom headed out to the canyon for one more attempt. Before we left our other compatriot Nate stumbled through the door spent from a night wandering the Vegas strip. The gang reunited we climbed for several hours in the shade. After the day on the wall was done we did a little big city shopping and I am happy to say I have enough nan to last me for a month. Then it was time to return to the north lands. My mates and I drove all over the state.

Mates of State "Running Out"

You have the upper hand to open up the door

Running out, running out

Running out shouldn't give youth back

I have a hardened chain connected to my arms

Running out, running out should pull apart

Let's trade this tired home for all it's worth in paper

Running out, running out

Running out you react

Tired of singing

You're tied up never tired of singing

Tired of singing

Revolutionary minds never know to draw the line

Running out, running out

Running out like a fire so sweet

Tired of singing

You're tied up never tired of singing

Tired of singing

This will bring you closer

You want it, you want it

Imitating Bransby imitating them

This will bring out closer

Never have to say it

Tired of singing

You're tied up never tired of singing

Tired of singing

Ely Week 1

2009-08-17T08:29:00.000-07:00

So I just finished my first week of work and living in Ely. The world here is slightly different from the one in Elko. For one the restaurant selection is appalling there is also a very distinct lack in good drink. Otherwise the climbing is chossy and difficult to access. There is easily accessed mountain biking. The work is entirely office based, so overall kind of a boring place where people drink to much crappy beer. So yep looking forward to the end of this year and the beginning of school.

City O' Rocks

2009-07-20T09:53:00.000-07:00

So this last weekend I took a group of students from the local college and a group of friends to the City of Rocks National Reserve in Idaho. Two and a half days of climbing, well rope gunning for me. After 60 hours of guiding I'm ready for a nap. I led and pulled 8 people up, Rain Dance 5.7 200ft, First Lead 5.6 65ft, Lowe Route 5.6 100ft, Wheat Thin 5.7+ 100ft, Rye Crisp 5.8+ 100ft, Pygmies Got Stoned 5.10b 75ft. I am tired my hips are sore. I'm feeling a bit of worry to my new job, I'm just not cut out for this office government work. I want to be guiding I want to be rafting I want to be back in my low desert. Its all the same up here ATVs, ranchers, hunting, drinking, office, sage, very very strange. I don't know how long I'm going to make it through this next contract. Maybe six months maybe more maybe less, I just don't think this is the right thing for me anymore. I need to be playing outside every day!

Oh ya listen to Justice's "D.A.N.C.E" quite good.

Daft Punk "Technologic"

2009-07-15T13:45:00.000-07:00

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,

Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,

Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,

Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,

Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,

Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,

Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,

Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it,

Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,

View it, code it, jam - unlock it,

Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,

Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,

Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,

Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,

Touch it, bring it, Pay it, watch it,

Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Technologic

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,

Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,

Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,

Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,

Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,

Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,

Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,
Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it,

Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,

View it, code it, jam - unlock it,

Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,

Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,

Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,

Scan it, send it, fax - rename it

Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,

Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,

Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,

Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,

Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,

Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,

Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,

Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,

Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it

Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,

Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,

Cross it, crack it, switch - update it

Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,

View it, code it, jam - unlock it,

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,

Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,

Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,

Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,

Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,

Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,

Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,

Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,

Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,

Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,

Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,

Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,

Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,

Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,

Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,

Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,

Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,

Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,

Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it,

Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,

Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,

Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,

Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,

Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,

Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Buy it, use it, break it, fix it,

Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,

Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,

Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,

Write it, cut it, paste it, save it,

Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it,

Plug it, play it, burn it, rip it,

Drag and drop it, zip - unzip it,

Lock it, fill it, call it, find it,

View it, code it, jam - unlock it,

Surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it,

Cross it, crack it, switch - update it,

Name it, rate it, tune it, print it,

Scan it, send it, fax - rename it,

Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it,

Turn it, leave it, start - format it.

Technologic

FUGAZI

2009-07-08T10:13:00.000-07:00

Fucked Up Got Ambushed Zipped In

The Weakerthans "Confessions of a Futon-Revolutionist"

2009-07-07T07:47:00.000-07:00

Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands.

10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive.

Never knowing what survival means.

Leave the apartment to buy alcohol.

Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall.

Pick at the plaster chipped away,

survey some stunning tooth decay,

enlist the cat in the impending class-war.

Let's lay our bad day down here,

dear and make-believe we're strong,

or hum some protest song.

Like maybe "We Shall Overcome Someday."

Overcome the stupid things we say.

Say I needed more than this,

say I needed one more kiss.

We left that light on way too long now.

Let's plant a bomb at city-hall and kill an MLA.

We'll talk the night away.

You call in sick, I'll quit the word-games that I play.

I swear I way more than half believe it when I say that somewhere love and justice shine.

Cynicism falls asleep.

Tyranny talks to itself.

Sappy slogans all come true.

We forget to feed our fear.

Ruby Crest Trail

2009-07-06T10:12:00.001-07:00

So I just spent 36hrs on the Ruby Crest National Recreation Trail in the Ruby Mountain range.
The trail is roughly 40 miles long (depending on start location), 40 miles of some rough terrain. The first day I hiked from Harrison Pass to Overland Lake the "halfway" point on the trail. Which put about 20 miles under my belt.

At Overland lake I ran into some friends who had started a day earlier than I. We had great food some tequila and good company. The night was one of broken sleep and bad weather, my main companion was Milo the dog, who was quite restless. I think in total I got around four hours of sleep. Not a big deal, with the lack of sleep taken in stride I grouped with my friends, taking it from myself and the dog to five people and two dogs. The first half of the second day was fairly uneventful, wonderful scenery and arduous uphill slogs. Then 4-5 miles from our second campsite we were hit by a storm. The storm brought us driving rain, dime sized hail, lightning that was directly over us, and a 30 degree drop in temperature. The decision was made to push for Roads end and finish that day. Which would put me at another 20 miles the second day. Exhausted, damp, sore, but in good spirits I finished the trail in almost exactly 36 hours.

Next time I'm doing it in 4-5 days so that I can truly enjoy the beauty of the Rubies.

Writing

2009-06-23T07:40:00.000-07:00

When I go back and read my writing I feel like an 8 year old. Well maybe that last post I can just blame on the cold.

Cabin Fever

2009-06-22T09:43:00.000-07:00

So this last weekend was rainy and frankly shit all around. Friday night I found myself downtown watching the motorcycle jamboree get rained on. I myself ended up home quite late and quite wet. That turned into a wonderful cold the next day, one I am still fighting. I was house bound for the rest of the weekend. Being housebound I was able to rekindle my love of books. I finished one Gwen Moffatt's "Space Below My Feet", an interesting recount of her climbing career and her life outside the mountains. The next was Steph Davis' "High Infatuation" an interesting look into love and the interesting effects climbing and mountains have within relationships.

The final book was Bree Lowen's "Pickets and Dead Men" a disturbing recount of her three seasons as a Mt. Rainier climbing ranger.

Ely

2009-06-10T07:39:00.000-07:00

So it looks like the world is taking me to the metropolis of Ely, NV for a year. Should be fun and quite, beautiful scenery, should be able to get a good deal of work done.

On a different topic.
You make me smile.

Utah

2009-06-09T07:18:00.000-07:00

So its been a bit since the last post. Things have been happening I'm also very happy to say that the rut is gone and done with. I feel forward motion again in my life.

So over the past few weeks I've been to Carson City and become a Tread Lightly Master trainer.

That trip was pretty boring but there was good information to be had.

Then I returned to Elko work a few more days, and after no time at all I was on the road again this time to Escalate, UT and five days of backpacking in the Escalate river gorge. Oh yes and a the Master Leave No Trace educator course that the trip was centered around.

The trip was fantastic, I made several friends and contacts. The scenery was one that I missed greatly. I love lowland deserts and I'm starting to realize that's not the case with my current high desert surroundings.

"Here I take my belongings with me. The picturesque gear of packing, and my gorgeous Navajo saddle blankets make a place my own. But when I go, I leave no trace." - Everett Ruess

Rut Part 2.

2009-05-11T09:11:00.000-07:00

I'm not feeling satisfied with what I'm doing anymore. I feel slightly alienated from my own life.
Not sleeping sucks.

Police

2009-05-07T13:55:00.000-07:00

OK so police, yes they are an important part of our society. I don't personally enjoy being in their company but once again they are necessary and some of them are nice people. Moving on past that, nobody deserves to die in a car accident (unless you are in a demolition derby then well you kind of set yourself up for it.) but when a police officer dies in a car accident all hell breaks loose. To be specific, early this morning in Las Vegas a metro officer was responding to a domestic disturbance call driving a standard police cruiser he impacted a large truck. Killing the officer almost instantly and taking rescue crews nearly an hour to get his body out of the vehicle. The other driver was injured and was able to extricate himself from his vehicle with no life threatening injuries. Apparently a non independent on scene toxicology screening reveled an amount of alcohol in the drivers system. The police have not revealed the exact level but DUI in the state of Nevada is .08% BAC. The truck was turning right when the squad car plowed into the back of the truck (Which under circumstances not involving a police officer would be cut and dry the rear vehicles fault) . It was close to three am the police are saying he was running with lights and sirens. The driver of the truck stated the squad car was not, and in my experience most metro officers only run with lights and sirens during heavy traffic hours. Also running code does not give you unlimited rights to speed. The pictures of the impact and where the vehicles ended up in comparison to the intersection lead me to believe that the officer was traveling at speeds near 100 mph. This kind of thing happens all to often in the Vegas valley, but this time it was the cop that died not a family of five or the pregnant woman or the elderly couple (Those examples are true and all the accidents were caused by either Metro or NHP exceeding or abusing their powers on the roads all within the last two years all were fatalities where the officers were basically unhurt.). I have seen too many blind intersections, too many 25mph streets that blindly push you into 45-60mph traffic. I'm sorry that anyone dies in car accidents but when you put an inexperienced officer in his own car and tell him to run code what do you think he's going to do. I'm not trying to absolve the other driver I'm just trying to point out that it may very well have been a rookie mistake that cost the officer his life. Why on top of that do we want to send a 45 year old man with no criminal history to jail for 20 years.

See klastv.com for more info.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah "By the Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth"

2009-05-06T14:29:00.000-07:00

Once - The dogs have quit their barking
"Son," - my neighbor said to me."
Know the emptiness of talking bluethe same old sheep.
"Run - I'll do no more this walking
Haunted by a past I just can't see
Anymore
Anymore
But let me tell you I have never planned
To let go of the hand that has been Clinging by its thick country skin
To my yellow country teeth

Far - Far away from West Virginia
I - Will try on New York City

Explaining that the sky holds the
Wind the sun rushes in and a child
With a shotgun can shoot down
Honeybees that sting
BUT THIS BOY COULD USE A LITTLE STING!
Who - Will get me to a party?
Who - Do I have yet to meet?
You - You look a bit like coffee
And you taste a bit like me
How - Can I keep me from moving?
Now - I need a change of scenery
Just listen to me I won't pretend to
Understand the movement of the wind
Or the waves out in the ocean or how
Like the hours I change softly slowly
Plainly blindly oh me oh my!

Sleep

2009-05-03T07:38:00.000-07:00

I haven't had a good nights sleep since the end of August 2008. Save for a few weeks around the turn of the year. Sleep is over-rated or is it?

"Icecapades" Part 3

2009-04-28T10:17:00.000-07:00

With the initial scare over the group assembled near the base of the ice with very little acknowledgement of what had just happened we began construction of three ledges to be our home for the next several hours (One for packs and gear one for sitting and one for traveling between positions.). After more coffee and a little liquid courage, normally cheap whiskey but can be anything hard of the cheap persuasion. We began up the vertical ice face lovingly dubbed “Icecapades” I exchanged the lead spot for a position belaying, the person assigned in securing the rope of the leading climber during the climb. After another hour the leader signaled that he has made it safely to an anchor, a theoretically fail-safe attachment point for protection and was prepared to belay the rest of us two by two up the climb. Little incident followed the actual climb itself, there were several tenuous moments when large sections of the face we were climbing slid off and crashed down the gully below our base ledges. Needless to say once everyone had gotten their climb in and had rappelled down the choice to descend was a quick and unanimous one. At this point I felt relieved and happy that I hadn’t turned back and that I had come out period. That was until the method of descent was displayed.

The glissade that I was so worried about before became the fastest and safest way down the mountain. So one by one ice axes in hand began the three thousand foot slide down the couloir. This turned out to be one of the most exhilarating things I have ever been involved in. A wonderful and seemingly endless snow slide, with only an ice axe for a brake and somewhat of a rudder, the hike up the couloir had taken us almost 3 hours and the descent less than 45 minutes. The hike back to the snowmobile was similarly arduous to the approach the sounds of rock and ice fall becoming more constant with the slightly raised temperatures of the afternoon.
After we made it back to the trucks I with no real idea why I began plying the others for the time of our next climb into the snow covered hills of Lamoille. With second instantaneous and unanimous agreement of the day we quickly made our way to O’Carroll’s and with beers in had allowed a bit of pride into our voices. The experiences I had that day changed my perspective on ice climbing and those who take enjoyment from it as I was now one of them. None the less the whole day was one of the most intimidating, mentally, and physically exhausting days of my life. The respect I gained for this aspect of a sport I have loved for many years has opened my horizons. Never again will I say that people are crazy for doing what they love just when I myself don’t fully understand it. I now have the experience of my climbing partners, a bit of personal stamina, concentration, sheer luck, and the grace of the mountain gods to thank for that.

Eternally having the Clash in my head.

2009-04-28T09:15:00.000-07:00

Should I stay or should I go?
Elko:
Range Tech.
GBC Resource Managment Degree Program
Lamoille
Las Vegas:
Restoration Tech.
UNLV Parks and Recreation Degree Program
Red Rocks

?

To Bolt or Not To Bolt?

2009-04-23T16:13:00.000-07:00

So what does everyone think? Should bolts be used as a primary protection or should climbers be brought up on traditional methods before being introduced to bolts?
I have my own opinions on this topic but here is where I ask you.

Good Tunes

2009-04-23T16:12:00.000-07:00

Listen to:
Cloud Cult
Say Hi
Stars
Really amazing music thats made me very happy over the past few days.

Icecapades Part 2

2009-04-23T15:19:00.000-07:00

Once the entire group was assembled we stashed our snowmobile along the road, donned our snowshoes and began the trek up the side of the mountain. Our party consisted of five climbers and one photographer. The group was led by veteran Lamoille first ascensionist, my landlord Ken Hurst, our photographer Bruce Thompson a few other traveling hard men (and women) and myself. The first mile was difficult to say the least. We hiked down the side of the road to a stream we were hoping would be frozen enough to cross with ease. The winter this season has been much too warm for any snow bridges to form for our crossing. The snow had melted that the normally trickling creek was engorged to a fully fledged river. However the mountain gods were on our side, at least with the crossing, everyone made it without any real trouble and a few comical moments (try crossing a river in snowshoes). We slowly ascended the western bank of the creek and began bushwhacking through a thick stand of fledgling trees and brushy debris. On a dry summer day this would have been only a slight annoyance, but today in deep snow with 60 pounds of gear on our back, the brush was a nightmare. Clearing the trees we had the first clear view of our objective and the conditions of the route in front of us.
The photographer was first in the line breaking trail through the snow. (The first member of the party “breaks trail” to create a tamped hardened path through the snow for the rest of the party.) His progress was slow and the climbing was steep. Slips and falls were common. Our photographer was the first to succumb to the difficulties of the hike when he re-injuring his knee still sore from a recent accident on a previous climb. There was no safe way to turn back at this point with the closest vehicle three plus miles in the other direction and a storm looming in the not so distant future. He decided to just take up the rear and became our “sweeper” (The last person in a group, they make sure everyone is accounted for.) position and I took over breaking trail. Being the least experienced with steep snow and mid-winter conditions this was quite an intimidating task. We continued beyond the trees and slowly descended into the couloirs. The veteran of the party quietly explained to me the chances of an avalanche occurring once in the chute, also advising the rest of the party to keep talking and noise to an absolute minimum. From that point on the only sounds we heard were the snowmobiles well below us on the road, the occasional whomp whomp whomp of the heli-ski crew thousands of feet overhead and the regular crunch of ice or rock scattering to the ground somewhere in the canyon. After several thousand vertical feet of this the climb became too steep for snowshoes and favor went to the more secure albeit more strenuous step kicking, which is exactly what it sounds like, forming steps in hardened snow by kicking downward with the foot so when weighted, the heel comes to rest on solid snow.
Each step and each pole placement was critical. Progress slowed as the snow became deep and soft in certain sections. As we crested the final neve (Commonly used as a synonym for a large amount of steep consolidated snow.) before the ice our pace slowed almost literally to a crawl. I was exhausted and now resting on somewhat flat ground had a moment where fear set in and I forgot why I had come up this mountain, why I had changed my stance on ice climbing? Why all the things I thought were once crazy or out of the question had become my desire? I was scared but I was the lead member of the party. I didn’t just have myself to think about. I had five other people to think about. So, with a disregard for my own instinct and fear, I continued upwards, counting my steps kicking ten to twenty at a time resting for a minute in between. At last after what seemed like forever we made it to the base of the wall only to be greeted by a large sheet of ice cascading down at us. That was less than a hundred feet away from our entire party. Immediately everyone stopped and put on their helmets and hoped for Mother Nature to get it all out of her system. This just reminded us that the nature of climbing doesn’t leave much room for pride or joy of the accomplishment just constant concentration and a heightened sense of awareness.

"Icecapades" Part 1

2009-04-23T12:17:00.000-07:00

Rock Rock Rock! Hundreds of pounds of rock were flying meters away from where we all stood. Watching the slide crash through our path, had we been a few minutes slower on the approach we would have been directly under it. Such was climbing. For as longs as I remember, I’ve been a climber and have lived my life with a slightly “different” sense of danger and risk. However, there have been aspects of the sport that I have avoided. Most of these were avoided because I assumed the risk was beyond the gain. Others were (as I now know) ignorance and inexperience on my part. The day I finally got the courage and desire to attempt vertical waterfall ice climbing was one that I will always have vivid memories of. I could only imagine the sounds of rocks crashing through trees and blocks the size of motorcycles falling, exploding into a million pieces sending icy shrapnel hundreds of feet in every direction. I see now how vivid an imagination we climbers have. A day on the ice is just as safe and satisfying as climbing the most bullet hardened granite. That being said I was still intimidated and maybe slightly out of my league.
The air was cool and a slight dampness was still apparent from the previous night’s rain. The moisture and chill added to the overall feeling of being in way over my head. The smell of coffee, exhaust, and smoke were heavy and seeped into everything around me. The entire house had been up since four in the morning packing and racking (The act of organizing technical climbing equipment on the ground to allow for ease of access while climbing.); gear clinked and clanked filling the house with a cacophony of sounds that only the hardened “gear-head” has a pallet refined enough to appreciate. As the final cups of coffee were drained, the final member of our party arrived. And so began the hour long drive to a snowy crevasse within the Ruby Mountains know as Lamoille Canyon.
The drive to the canyon is one that everyone but my old -4Runner “George” enjoys; he has quite a problem making it over Lamoille Summit any faster than thirty five. After a long hour in George we all emerged at the final turn around that marked the end of George’s journey. He sputtered and died ready for a well deserved rest. We met with the others of our party and began to arrange travel up canyon to the base of the approach. The others of the party had acquired a snowmobile and began to shuttle the entire group one by one three more miles up to the base of the couloir. At the top of the climb, our goal a hundred foot tall cliff made of ice 3 miles away and three thousand feet up a steep avalanche chute. Again (and not for the last time) I had the feeling of being a very small fish in a very large pond. This time it had something to do with flying up the canyon on a questionably safe snowmobile while hauling a day or more worth of supplies all the while staring up at the weather. Ahead in the distance we saw a blanket of clouds making its way from higher up the canyon, right where we wanted to be. I thought of what my roommate always says “I only climb under full conditions”.

Trust Me and I Will Trust You.

2009-04-23T07:38:00.000-07:00

When you really trust someone, you have to be okay with not understanding some things.

आईटी तकेस अ लोट तो त्रुल्य ट्रस्ट सोमोने, सोमेथिंग ठाट इ थौघ्त इ हद फिगुरेड आउट. अस आईटी तुर्न्स आउट इ दोन'टी इ थौघ्त इ हद ठाट इ त्रुस्तेद, बुत थ्रौघ अन एन्द्लेस अमौंत ऑफ़ दिस्त्रुस्त इ दिस्कोवेरेड ठाट इ दोन'टी एंड थे ओने इ त्रुस्तेद दोएसं'टी देसेर्वे आईटी, ठिर वोर्री ओवर माय अच्शंस वास रेअल्ली थेम प्रोजेक्टिंग ठिर फेअर्स ओवर ठिर ओवन अच्शंस. अ डबल स्टैण्डर्ड ऑफ़ एपिक प्रोपोर्शन्स. नो इ फील लिखे इ ऍम थे ओने व्हो इस बीइंग दिस्त्रुस्तेद एंड हवे गोत्तें तो थे पॉइंट ऑफ़ नोट त्रुस्तिंग म्य्सेल्फ़. ओवर वहत, ओवर थे मिस्गुइदेद प्रोजेक्टिओंस ऑफ़ ओने व्हो वास रेअल्ली ल्यिंग. दोएस थिस स्टाप में फ्रॉम लोविंग थेम.....नो नोट इन एनी वे. इ जुस्त विश थे वौल्ड बे ओपन विथ ठिर लैस एंड सी ठाट इ'म नोट थे ओने अत फौल्ट. इ'म नोट सयिंग इ नेवर टोल्ड अ लिए, बुत इ काम चलेँ इम्मेदिअतेली इ'म होर्रिब्ले अत ल्यिंग इ विश थे कोउल्ड सी ठाट एंड स्टाप थिंकिंग ठाट इ ऍम एतेर्नाल्ली सेल्लिंग सनके आयल.

Cloud Cult "Chemicals Collide"

2009-04-23T07:34:00.000-07:00

I was out paying close attention

Or was I lost inside my thoughts

These days it's hard to tell what's outside from what's in my mind

And oh god, it's beautiful

Insatiable

The way our chemicals collide

I was out catching up to tomorrow

Or was I caught up in the past

These days it's hard to tell what's out in front from what's behind

And oh god, it's unforgettable

Unpredictable

The way our chemicals collide

I was sleeping in the lilies

Or was I up all night

These days it's hard to tell what's half asleep from fully alive

We were loving like a landslide

Or were we in a fight

These days it's hard to tell what's right from wrong and wrong from right

And oh god, it's beautiful

Insatiable

The way our chemicals collide

And oh god, it's unforgettable

UnpredictableThe way our chemicals collide

Stars "Personal"

2009-04-22T16:15:00.000-07:00

[Wanted:]

Single f, under 33, must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea

[Sought by single m:] Mrs.Destiny, send photo to address, is it you and me?

[Reply to single m:]My name is Caroline cell phone number here, call if you have the time

28 and bored, grieving over loss, sorry to be heavy but heavy is the cost, heavy is the cost

[Reply to Caroline:]Thanks so much for response, these things can be scary

Not always what you want

How about a drink? The St.Jude club at noon?

I'll phone you first I guess

I hope I see you soon!

I never got your name, I assume you're 33

Your voice it sounded kind

I hope that you like me

When you see my face, I hope that you don't laugh

I'm not a film-star beauty

I sent a photograph

I hope that you don't laugh...

[Note to single m:]Why did you not show up?

I waited for an hour and finally gave up

I thought once that I sw you, I thought that you saw meI

guess we'll never meet now

It wasn't meant to be

I was sure that you saw me, but it wasn't meant to be

[Wanted:]single f, under 33, must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea

Sought by single m: nothing too heavy, send photo to addressis it you?or me?

Did You Know

2009-04-22T16:06:00.000-07:00

That the front man of the Weakerthans is none other than ex-Prophagandi member Jon Samson?

I Command You

2009-04-22T13:57:00.000-07:00

To listen to these bands:
Cloud Cult
Say Hi
The Thermals
Noah and The Whale
Jenny Lewis
Love Astronaut
Stars

Pink Spiders "Modern Swinger"

2009-04-22T10:37:00.000-07:00

Ok theses guys are pop through and through almost annoying but boy do enjoy this song.

She's out of luck, out of hope and out of cigarettes
Misunderstood with naked pictures on the Internet
Her social deviance is teasing me and I know what I want
And I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her
But I just don't care enough to fool around with love

Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Sexy as a stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming "catch me if you can"with a cigarette in hand and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love

Strung out on blow
She doesn't know why she's not feeling good
Dropped out of school
Now she's moving out to Hollywood
Her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far
Yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash
Subtle as a splinter
Yeah my baby's smooth like sandpaper
Warm just like the winter
screaming "catch me if you can"with a cigarette in hand and it's love
it's heavy and it hurts and it's love
Staring at my shoes thinking of something to say
But nothing's better than what silence is saying

Every time I turn around she's always looking away
It's just the nature of the game that we're playing
And I think I'm tapping out
I think I'm gonna skip the title bout

J-Tree

2009-04-16T10:51:00.001-07:00

Wooo forget you snow im heading for warmer weather.
Rocks and Rocking.

The Wisdom of TJ

2009-04-14T15:43:00.000-07:00

I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies.
Thomas Jefferson (1743 - 1826)

For Meta

2009-04-14T15:35:00.000-07:00

The only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him.
Henry Stimson (1867 - 1950)

2009-04-14T15:19:00.000-07:00

I have nothing to say but that I'm I a rut.

इ लव यू मेलोडी

ब्रिघ्त एएस "फर्स्ट डे ऑफ़ माय लाइफ"

2009-04-13T10:14:00.000-07:00

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you And I wondered if I could come home
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”
So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is differentI mean I really think you like me

फॉर मेलोडी इ विश ओउर लिवेस वेरे लिखे थिस सोंग.

Pack of Every Piece

2009-04-07T09:13:00.000-07:00

इ हवे थिस आउट ऑफ़ बॉडी फीलिंग गोइंग ओं. सोमेथिंग अलोंग थे लाइंस ऑफ़ व्ह्त्चिंग माय लाइफ हप्पें. नोट रेअल्ली हविंग कंट्रोल. इफ yओऊ फेल्ट थिस वे मय्बे यू वौल्ड बे अबले तो तेल में वहत तो दो वेयर तो गो एंड व्हो तो सी। इ फील ठाट थे चोइसस इ हवे अ प्लेंतिफुल बुत इ कान्नोत सीम तो मके एनी हेअद्वय इन एनी डायरेक्शन। लव वर्क स्कूल थे व्होले लोट जुस्त सीम्स तू मच फॉर में। इ लव यू मेल। इ'म सॉरी एवेर्य्थिंग गोत सो फुक्कडी उप। इ विल अल्वाय्स बे यौर्स एंड यू विल अल्वाय्स बे मीन। व्हेन विल थे वर्ल्ड फाल बेक इन्तो प्लेस?

Three 6 Mafia "Stay Fly"

2009-04-06T15:45:00.000-07:00

So this song came on my iPod today I had to share it with the world. With 12000+ songs on it sometimes I forget what in the hell is on it. This ones a gem.
I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I I
[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt
Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump
Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains
Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain
And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes
Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep
Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean
Messing with D boys riding them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star
Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar
[Verse 2 - DJ Paul]
is a dog one you do not trust
You leave your green around me
Nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drink around me
Believe your drink gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me
And she bet she gonna get stuffed
These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires
Ridin around what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes
Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down
with the yurple yip yurple yip yurple
sits goin down!
[Chorus]
I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese
Stop at the light and pause on 3
Hit the mall and it be all on me
But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo
It's that purple not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks
So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free

[Verse 4 - Crunchy Black]
Whats up mary! how you doin?
Mary jane stanky niggaS
ince I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (You stole my heart)
Right from the start (Right from the start)
So I broke you down lil mama and hit you in the dark (hit you in the dark)

[Verse 5 - 8Ball]
Front row full of that dro
Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo
Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me
In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be
You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me
With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughin and choking constantly
Tastes like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That should be the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow
Then pass it to me bro
[Verse 6 - MJG]
MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible
Have a nigga runnin back
Where the nigga really good sticky number at
Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack
In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed
But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessey
Nigga got a little hair on his chest
And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth
We'll shoot it down right on yo chest

I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I!!

Its just so over the top, how do these people take themselves seriously.

Coachella

2009-04-06T10:06:00.000-07:00

So Coachella is in two weeks. TEMF is only attending Saturday due to the wonderful climbing opportunities presented in the nearby Joshua Tree National Park. The weekend should be an amazing one. Bands/Artists I would like to see are (not in any order times/stages TBD)
The Killers, M.I.A, Thievery Corporation, The Chemical Brothers, TV on the Radio, Band of Horses, MSTRKKFT, Atmosphere, Mastodon, Henry Rollins, Turbonegro, Calexico, Blitzen Trapper and Gang Gang Dance. I'm going to try and post songs by these bands over the next week. Woo its going to be a fucking adventure.

TV on the Radio "Dancing Choose"

2009-04-02T13:37:00.000-07:00

He's a what?

He's a newspaper man

And he gets his best ideas

From a newspaper stand;From his boots to his pants

To his comments and his rants

He knows that any little article will do!

Though he expresses some confusion

'Bout his part in the plan,

And he can't understand

That he's not in command;

The decisions underwritten

By the cash in his hand

Bought a sweater for

His weimariner too

Now I'm no mad man,

But that's insanity

Feast before famine,

And more before family

Goes and shows up with

More bowls and more

Cups and the riot for the

Last hot meal erupts

Corrupts his hard drive

Through the leanest months

Shells out the hard cash

For the sickest stunts;

On aftershave, on gasoline

He flips the page and turns

The scene

In my mind I'm drowning butterflies

Broken dreams and alibis;

That's fine.

I've seen my palette blown

To monochrome-Hollow heart

Clicks hollowtone,

It's time.

Eye on authority,

Thumb prints a forgery

Boy, ain't it crazy what the

Lights can do

For counterfeit community;

Every opportunity

Wasted as the space

Between the flash tattoo

And the half-hearted hologram,

Posed for the party

Now he gloss full bleed

On a deaf dumb tree

Cod liver dollar signs,

Credit card autograph

Down for the record

But not for freedom

Angry young mannequin

American, apparently

Still to the rhythm

Better get to the back of me

Can't stand the vision,

Better tongue the anatomy

Gold plated overhead,

Blank transparency

In the days of old,

You were a nut

Now you need three bumps

Before you cut

Not that I should care about,

Nothing I ain't scared of, but

I guess you had to be there.

In my mind I'm breeding butterflies,

Broken dreams, and alibis

That's fine.

I've seen my palette

Blown to monochrome

Hollow heart

Clicks hollowtone

In time.

I see you figured in your action pose

Foam-injected axl rose,

Life size

Should something shake you

And you drop the news,

Lord, just keep your dancing shoes

Off mine

Taxes

2009-04-02T08:06:00.000-07:00

Please someone tell me how I make nothing all year and when tax time comes I owe them some how? Where is my return, everyone is always talking about the things they buy with their returns. I have never gotten a return that was over 20$. Am I doing something wrong, what the fuck.
I would just like to restate the fact that I FUCKING HATE THE MAN!

Grr

2009-04-01T15:59:00.000-07:00

I'm full of all kinds of teen-angst today.

I hate the man.

DMV OF DOOM

2009-04-01T15:14:00.001-07:00

I HATE THE FUCKING DMV!

THEY HAVE NO SOULS AND ARE NOT PEOPLE.

The Zombies "She's Not There"

2009-04-01T15:11:00.000-07:00

Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
Well no one told me about her, what could I do
Well no one told me about her, though they all knew
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
------ electric piano ------
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there

Privacy

2009-03-31T15:45:00.000-07:00

Certain things should be talked about in the privacy of people's home, the internet is a place for unbacked conjecture but not if the person(s) involved don't consent to the conjecture. I wish I could take back things I have written, I wish I could undo what I have done. For what its worth I'm sorry.

Radiohead "Paranoid Android"

2009-03-31T15:35:00.000-07:00

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
When I am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's this? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing, gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does...Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
That's it sirYou're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

For those of you who know me you realize that this posting of Radiohead is out of caracter for me. Deal with it.

The Black Cliffs of Boise

2009-03-31T15:25:00.001-07:00

The Black Cliffs of Boise. A place where Basalt towers rise up a mind bending 60-70ft. The climbing is short, stemmey, slippery, and covered in a copious amount of bird shit. The routes have been rap bolted to a almost grid sense. While the bolts were necessary on several of the routes that I was on, a majority of them seemed to take solid abet large gear. Red flags go up when I see a line of bolts next to a perfectly good splitter. In addition to the trad/sport conflict at least one of the routes I was on had five bolts in the first 30ft and then you had to run it out 20 more feet to the next bolt. What good is over bolting the bottom of a route if you are still going to deck from the top. Nothing excuses a bad bolt job especially one done on rappel. Also names of routes were painted on the wall bellow several routes.

The climbs themselves were fun, the Cliffs are cragging to the extreme. Five minutes from the highway you have well over 200 climbs. This in addition to the sensitive raptor habitat the ease of access the amount of bolting the area is rife for access issues. The Boise Climbers Alliance(BCA) has installed signage warning of the sensitivity of the area. The amount of people at the crag seemed manageable there were many parking lots, designated and seemingly maintained approach trails.

The main issue and concern I had with the area and its users other than the unnecessary bolts was the amount of loose rock at the top of the wall. Most of the routes could be walked up and top roped. No big deal right? Not if you are kicking off rocks from the top as you scramble. There was a scary lack of helmets at the crag. Other than our group I counted six out of the 25+ people climbing.
People need to remember that climbing is dangerous even if you are 100ft from the road. Wear helmets people, wear them all the time. They might not make you invincible but they sure as hell help with rockfall.

Oh ya sorry I'm not a local but that is my opinion.

What?

2009-03-31T11:18:00.000-07:00

I wish I knew what to do. To push away or to make it stay. Who knows when, who knows how will I always be this way?

Zox "I am Only Waiting"

2009-03-31T07:32:00.000-07:00

Every day is an endless dream

Of traffic lights and gasoline,

Watching as the world passes me by.

All my friends have gone away,

Leaving empty strangers in their place.

The empty fills me up sometimes.

I am only waiting

For someone to break my heart.

I am only waiting for someone.

I've got these words that I've been saving

For a song that I can't start,

While I am waiting

For someone to break my heart.

While I am waiting

For someone to break my heart.

Every night's the same to me,

Alcohol and scripted scenes, and looking

For some answers I won't find.

A hundred different shades of gray,

A million miles and nothing seems to change.

I ain't changed in such a long time.

I am only waiting

For someone to break my heart.

I am only waiting for someone.

I've got these words that I've been saving

For a song that I can't start,

While I am waiting

For someone to break my heart.

While I am waiting

For someone to break my heart.

I am only waiting

For someone to break my heart.

I am only waiting for someone.

I've got these words that I've been saving

For a song that I can't start,

While I am waiting

For someone to break my heart.

Neutral MIlk Hotel "Holland 1945"

2009-03-26T11:31:00.000-07:00

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone

Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart

The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes

L.E.S Artistes "Santogold

2009-03-26T11:26:00.000-07:00

What I'm searching forto tell it straight,

I'm trying to build a wall

Walking by myself

down avenues that reek of time to kill

If you see me keep goingbe a pass by waver

Build me up, bring me down

just leave me out you name dropper

Stop trying to catch my eye

I see you good you forced faker

Just make it easy

You're my enemy you fast talker

I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up

If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe

What am I here for

I left my home to disappear is allI

'm here for myself

Not to know you

I don't need no one else

Fit in so good the hope is that you cannot see me later

You don't know me

I am an introvert an excavator

I'm duckin' out for nowa face in dodgy elevators

Creep up and suddenlyI found myself

an innovator

Change, change, change,I want to get up out of my skin

tell you whatif I can shake it

I'm 'a make this

something worth dreaming of

Grrrr.

2009-03-26T07:47:00.000-07:00

Some people wouldn't know a Pulaski from their asshole if the adze jump down and cut their toes off. Trail building should be left to the field junkies not engineers.

Hmm.

2009-03-25T13:53:00.000-07:00

What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do? What is she doing? What is she doing? Why is this so diffrent? Why is this so diffrent? Why do we have to do this? Why do we have to do this? Who are you? Who are you? Why couldn't we talk? Why couldn't we talk? Why can't we talk? Why can't we talk?

Bad Brains "Stay Close To Me"

2009-03-25T13:09:00.000-07:00

IT wouldn't matter if you were my babe

it wouldn't matter if you didn't care

I only know I love you lady

I gotta have you always near

And you gotta

and I wanna and you better

so we are together

and you better

You know I think you love him (I think you love him)

The way you squeeze him and hold him tight (hold him tight)

I'm better since I know my lady

And that's the reason I feel alright

And you gotta

and I wanna and you better

so we are together

and you better

Stay close to me

don't let me go

Forever we'll be we'll be

so stay close to me

Keep on lying

you're lying to me

and you keep on lying

you're lying to me

Stay close to me, oh won't you stay please stay

Mountains are older.

2009-03-25T11:12:00.001-07:00

'The story of mountaineering is a story of faith and affirmation-that the high road is the good road; that there are still among us those who are willing to struggle and suffer greatly for wholly ideal ends; that security is not the be-all and end-all of living; that there are conquests to be won in the world other than over our fellow man. The climbing of the earth's heights in itself means little. That men want and try to climb them means everything. For it is the ultimate wisdom of the mountains that man is never so much a man as when he is striving for what is beyond his grasp, and that there is no battle worth the winning save that against his own ignorance and fear.'- From "The Age of Mountaineering"

The Coasters "Down in Mexico"

2009-03-25T09:23:00.000-07:00

Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter, than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandana Plays a cool piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In honky tonk, down in Mexico
Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin on a piano stool I said "Tell me man, when does the fun begin?"
He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."
He wears a red bandana
Plays a cool piana In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico In Mexico...
All of a sudden in walks a chick In Mexico...
Joe starts playin on a latin kick In Mexico...
Around her waist she wore three fishnets In Mexico...
She started dancin with the castanets In Mexico...
I didn't know just what to expect In Mexico...
She threw her arms around my neck In Mexico...
We started dancin all around the floor In Mexico...
And then she did a dance I never saw before
So if you're south of the border I mean down in Mexico
And you wanna get straight Man, don't hesitate
Just look up a cat named Joe
He wears a red bandana Plays a cool piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

Yeah, como esta usted senorita
Come with me to the border, south of the border, that is In Mexico, yeah in Mexico You can get your kicks in Mexico Come with me baby, come with me, come with me, crazy, yeah

Ok so everyone has heard of the coasters, maybe all the music I post isn't new but its all good.

Blitzen Trapper "Black River Killer"

2009-03-25T08:16:00.000-07:00

It was just a little while past the sunset strip
They found the girl?s body in an open pit
Her mouth was sewn shut, but her eyes were still wide
Gazing through the fog to the other side
They booked me on a whim and threw me deep in jail
With no bail, sitting silent on a rusty pail
Just gazing at the marks on the opposite wall
Remembering the music of my lovers call
So you make no mistake
I know just what it takes
To pull a mans soul back from heavens gates
i've been wandering in the dark about as long as sin
But they say it's never too late to start again

Oh when, oh when
Will the spirit come a calling for my soul's sin
Oh when, oh when
Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again?
It was dark as the grave, it was just about three
When the warden with his key came to set me free
They gave me five dollars and a secondhand suit
A pistol and a hat and a worn out flute
So I took a bus down to the Rio Grande
And I shot a man down on the edge of town
Then I stole me a horse and I rode it around
Til the sheriff pulled me in and sat me down
He said, you make no mistake
I know just what it takes
To pull a mans soul back from heavens gates
i've been wandering in the dark about as long as sin
But they say it's never too late to start again
Oh when, oh when
Will the spirit come a calling for my soul to sin
Oh when, Oh when
Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again?

Well the sheriff let me go with a knife and a song
So I took the first train up to Oregon
And I killed the first man that I came upon
Because the devil works quick, you know it don't take long
Then I went to the river ford to take a swim
You know that black river water is as black as sin
And I washed myself clean as a newborn babe
And then I picked up a rock for to sharpen my blade
Oh when, oh when
Will the spirit come a calling for my soul's sin
Oh when, oh when
Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again?
Oh when, oh when
Will that black river water wash me clean again
Oh when, oh when
Will the keys to the kingdom be mine again

Answers to early hours.

2009-03-25T08:14:00.001-07:00

This is why I get to work earlier than most. To post endless song lyrics of bands that no one knows but me. Bah.

Winter Gloves "Let Me Drive"

2009-03-25T08:09:00.000-07:00

I thought you were ultimately right

I know you're not, come on just let me drive

And I say, You sail me over the world

You sail me over the world I said,

I think I'll never be the same

But you did it over again

And I said

I can't wait till you pick me up tonight

You know I should take the wheel and drive

And I said, I thought you were ultimately right

The streets are empty, come on just let me drive

And you sail me over the world

I said, I think I'll never be the same

But you did it over again

And I said

The Thermals "Now We Can See"

2009-03-25T07:24:00.000-07:00

Just like the song Jacque and I conquered our foe. "Love on a Ledge"Jaque then cleaned and rappelled the route. We headed inside away from the approaching weather.

The Thermals "Now We Can See"

Oh way-ow oh-whoa-oh

We were born in the desert

We were reared in a cave

We conquered in the sun but we lived in the shade

Yeah baby we were savage

we existed to kill

Our history is damaged

at least it was a thrill

But now we can see!

Now that our vision is strong

we don't have to admit we were wrong

Now we can see but the images don’t stick

Our enemies lay dead on the ground

and still we kick

Oh way-ow oh-whoa-oh

Now we can see

The warnings and the signs

Reading between the lines

like writing on the wall

Now we can see

What do we need

We should need nothing

Nothing at all

Yeaaah!

We were born on an island

we grew out of the sand

Never saw another creature

never knew another man

Yeah baby we were nothin

we existed for less

Our present was empty

our history a mess

But now we can see

Now we do as we please

Now we do away with our disease

Now we can see

Now the image sticks

We still need the medicine quick

We still take the pill…………..Now we can see

The warnings and the signs

Reading between the lines

like writing on the wall

Now we can see

What do we need

We should need nothing

Nothing at all

Oh way-ow oh-whoa-oh

Yeah now we can see

Point of Conjecture

2009-03-22T20:54:00.000-07:00

Is this a "Crash Landing" or a "Crash"?

Sunday Sunday Sunday

2009-03-22T20:18:00.000-07:00

Ugh Sunday, last week bueno this week no bueno. Winter decided to show its ugly face again. Lightning, wind, hail, and eventually snow. We tried to make it to the canyon but it was properly socked in. Food and a home improvement project ensued. The project didn't go too well. Three trips to the hardware store and 4 1/2 bottles of wine later progress was made but when the switch was flipped.....nada. The problem lay within the shite pre-existing wiring. Ehh, on to red sauce, pasta, more wine and a long nap. Boy o' boy I hope the winter ends its reign soon.

I leave you with Elliot.

"Needle In The Hay"
Your hand on his arm
Haystack charm around your neck
Strung out and thin
Calling some friend, trying to cash some check
He's acting dumb
That's what you've come to expect
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
He's wearing your clothes
Head down to toes, a reaction to you
You say you know what he did
But you idiot kid, you don't have a clue
Sometimes they just get caught in the eye, you're pulling him through
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Now on the bus
Nearly touching this dirty retreat
Falling out 6th and powell, a dead sweat in my teeth
Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks, plus the one in my brain
Down downstairs to the man, he's gonna make it all okay
I can't be myself
I can't be myself
And I don't want to talk
I'm taking the cure
So I can be quiet whenever I want
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks
Needle in the hay

Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay

St. Patrick's Day + 1

2009-03-18T10:03:00.000-07:00

Ugh worse than new years worse than Christmas, worse than the fourth of July. The day after st.Patrick's is by far the worst day of the year.

I'm at my worst when I'm at my best.
I miss you I wish I was in that sunny park.

"West Coast" Coconut Records

2009-03-17T16:00:00.000-07:00

For a second there i thought you disappeared

It rains a lot this time of year

And we both go together if one falls down

I talk out loud like you're still around

No noo

And i miss you

oooh

Im goin back home to the west coast

I wish you woulda put yourself in my suitcase

I love you

Standin all alone in a black coat

I miss you

I'm goin back home to the west coast

And if you shake her heart enough she will appear

Tonight i think i'll be stayin here

And you never did like this town

I talk out loud like you're still around

No nooo

And i miss you

I'm goin back home to the west coast

I wish you woulda put yourself in my suitcase

I love you

Standin all alone in a black coat

I miss youI'm goin back home to the west coast

Come on everybody

Lalalalaaaa, lalalalaaaLalalalaaaa, lalalalaaa

So pack up the bags to beat back the clock

Do i let her sleep or should i wake her up

You said

We both go together if one falls down

Yeah right, heh

I talk out loud like you're still around No noo

And i miss you

I'm goin back home to the west coast

I wish you woulda put yourself in my suitcase

I love you

Standin all alone in a black coat

I miss you

I'm goin back home to the west coast

Lalalalaaaa, lalalalaaaa

I'm goin back home to the west coast

Lalalalaaaa, lalalalaaaa

I 'm goin back home to the west coast

Lalalalaa

Love

2009-03-17T11:43:00.000-07:00

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

The Tallest Man on Earth "Gardener"

2009-03-17T10:14:00.000-07:00

I sensed a runner in the garden,

Although my judgment’s known to fail.

Once built a steamboat in a meadow,

Cause I’d forgotten how to sail.
I know the runner’s gone to tell you

There ain’t no cowboy in my head,

So now he’s buried by the daisies,

So I could stay the tallest man in your eyes babe
I sense a spy up in the chimney

from all the evidence I burned.

I guess he’ll read it in the smoke now

And soon to ashes I’ll return.
I know the spy has gone to tell you

So now he’s buried by the lilies,

So I could stay forever more

In your eyes babe.

I sense a leak inside my phone now

From all the lies that I have told.

I know he has your private number

And soon he’ll make that vicious call.
I know the leak is going to tell you

So now he’ll fertilize the roses,

So I can stay the king you see

In your eyes, babe

In your eyes, babe.

So now we’re dancin’ through the garden

And what a garden I have made

And now the death will grow my jasmine

I find it sooth and I’m afraid.

Now there is no need for suspicion;

There ain’t no crocus in your hand.

I won’t be lyin’ when I tell you,

That I’m a gardner, I’m a man

In your eyes, babe

In your eyes, babe.

FA 2.0

2009-03-16T15:55:00.000-07:00

In climbing, a first ascent (FA) is the first successful, documented attainment of the top of a mountain, or the first to follow a particular climbing route. First ascents are notable because they entail genuine exploration, with greater risks, challenges, and recognition than climbs which follow.

Boy are they fun.

FA

2009-03-16T08:18:00.000-07:00

"Poop Chute" P1

"Unnamed" P2

"Unnamed"P1

"Nature Bush"

This Last weekend saw a storm of first ascents in Lamoille Canyon. Two on Saturday and two more on Sunday.

Saturday:

"Nature Bush" 60ft 5.7 gear to a #3.

FA Stoldal/Karlson 03/14/09

"Velcro Gloves" 70ft 5.6RX gear to a #3.

FA Karlson/Stoldal 03/14/09

Sunday:

"Unnamed" 2 Pitches: P1 60ft 5.8+ P2 60ft 5.6

Gear to a #5(P1) bring small nuts and cams (P2).

FA 03/15/09 Stoldal Karlson

"Poop Chute" 2 Pitches: P1 50ft 5.7 (Watch for the death block near the top of the squeeze chimney) P2 70ft 5.6R

Gear to a #3 (You can place a #5 on the top of the second pitch but it isn't necessary to protect the pitch.)

Nature Bush is located about halfway up the Sport wall approach on the uphill side.

Velcro gloves is up the gully you cross to get to Sport Wall about 300ft on the south side of the gully. Unnamed and Poop Chute are located at the top of the gully (all the way past the power plant debris) near a series of chimneys.

All routes are walk offs.

"Black Dirt" Sea Wolf

2009-03-13T14:32:00.000-07:00

Here on the ground
i cannot hear a sound
just a strong and steady rain
getting louder as you sing

it may be true that i lied
i broke a promise that i tried
but my heart no longer beats
my blood makes black dirt under your feet

black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street

i could feel my face grow pale
sick with fear my senses fail
and as the light fades from my eyes
i smile but don't know why
legs are growing to the heat of the sun
and my heart no longer beats

black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street

here on the ground i lie
i cannot hear a sound as i die
it may be true that i lied
broke a promise that i tried
but my heart no longer beats
and when you kill you'll only leave
black dirt under your feet

black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street

New Ramen Noodle Flavor "Dreams"

2009-03-11T15:06:00.000-07:00

“The poorest of all men is not the man without a cent but the man without a dream”

Moral of the story, dreams are cheap. They are like Ramen, ten for a dollar.

Trigger Happy International

2009-03-11T14:59:00.000-07:00

Wow two in two days. Both with body counts nearing 20 and multiple injuries. The difference I see is that they weren't all at a central location. The shooters hit their main target were able to flee and kept on shooting else where. In this world of heightened awareness how did they both get away and continue the chaos? I thought law enforcement was getting better at their jobs. Guess not, I guess the criminals are still always one step ahead.

If you think this is callous then bah! to you. It's my blog and I'll say what I want to.

The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

2009-03-11T14:40:00.000-07:00

She then turned and disappeared into the forests never to be seen again.

Though I will keep hunting.

"No Children" The Mountain Goats

2009-03-10T17:03:00.000-07:00

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you dieI hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I don't really hope any of those things it just seems to be running through my head lately. Is it a bad thing that those lyrics sound like something positive to me? Why do I post my thoughts someone is sure to misinterpret them.

Alone in my mind.

2009-03-09T08:27:00.000-07:00

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

Always Traveling.

2009-03-04T10:27:00.000-08:00

I cannot believe the amount of traveling I did over the past weekend. There was no down time just go time.

The Reader

2009-03-03T14:19:00.000-08:00

Go see it.

A song that is stuck in my head.

2009-02-26T10:18:00.000-08:00

"Throw It All Away"

Try talking to you

While you do, while you do

I swap places with you

Just to see things through

Just sing me the tune

And you'll see

I'll keep it here for you

I'll wait for your cue

You wrote down all the words

Black and white

On a wall

Just keepin' it so

Yeah you know how it goes

No plans for a change, nothing strange

No not today no way

Now sing me the tune

Cash it in and throw it all away

Never needed any of it anyway

So you twist and you turn

Uncomfortable fool, you'll never learn

But you can take a stand

Forget all about the plans California rose

Side one track two

On a record of you

I've even stuck on a groove

That I don't wanna lose

Just play it again, as a friend

It's your favorite worn-in shoes

Now sing me the tune

Cash it in and throw it all away, yeah

Never needed any of it anyway

So you crash, and you burn

Sometimes the road will twist and turn

Some of this, less of that

Forget all about the map California road

Cash it in and throw it all away

Never needed any of it anyway

Cash it in and throw it all away, yeah

Never needed any of it anyway

Cash it in and throw it all away

Never needed any of it anyway

Cash it in and throw it all away

Never needed any of it anyway

Such things may be lost and found in life.

2009-02-23T15:39:00.000-08:00

Top 10 things that I have lost in the past 10 years:

Sanity

Virginity

Reality

Innocence

Friends

Anger

Love

Religion

Morals

Traditions

Top 10 things I have gained in the past 10 years:

Love

Disappointment

Standards

Addictions

Friends

Professionalism

Wisdom

Sexuality

Adventures

Money

Those are in no means ordered.

These are in no means complete.

There are tens of years to come and tens of years to change.

Have You Ever

2009-02-19T10:33:00.000-08:00

Have you ever shot yourself in the foot with a gun that wasn't even loaded? How do I do this, I try and express myself to a forum of strangers and the one person I am talking about misinterprets everything I say. Why is it so hard to love and communicate?

Many miles to go with no rest in sight.

Snow it's fresh and shiny.

2009-01-26T16:11:00.000-08:00

Winter Sports Winter Sports Winter Sports yaaaaaaa. Haven't had this whole winter thing before and I am pleased to say that it kicks ass.

Type to Much Brain Broken.

2009-01-15T15:42:00.000-08:00

I haven't been posting lately, one becaue Ive been away from my interweb device and two there has just been far too much typing at work for me to get excited about blogging. WooHoo. There thats it thats all the excitment I have left.

Relax.

2008-12-23T14:22:00.001-08:00

Free at last. Here I come three weeks off.

Tales of the "Dick Cheese"

2008-12-22T11:07:00.000-08:00

This post will be the first of a few pertaining to this subject. Why is it there is always someone who is unable to have cordial relations with a stranger. The aforementioned "Dick Cheese" is a prime example. Tales of the "Dick Cheese" to follow in the next few posts. The location for one of these tales is a rock gym located in Reno NV.

(No bad juju to the rock gym. We are talking about the "DC" in the gym.)

The Rat and the Snowman.

2008-12-22T10:58:00.000-08:00

This desert rat has seen many days full of weather. Though most of them have involved scorching heat and torrential rains. It is only since the move to the north lands of this fine Silver State have I been fully introduced to the other side of the weather spectrum. Some of you may scoff at the naivety of excitement from a small amount of snow, but to you I say let me enjoy it for as long as I can. Soon I suspect the excitement will turn into a general annoyance. But until then let it snow let it snow.

Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.

2008-12-16T16:59:00.000-08:00

Trust is a dirty word, it brings with it a lack of and all the things that go with said lack. The reality that I see is that trust is completely objective. One can trust in so many things, one can trust is so many, one can trust so much that it becomes part of who they are. On the other hand one can distrust all of the above, that also becomes who they are. Is living with trust just a balancing act between lies and truth or do we all allow a little distrust in our lives to make the trusting times that much more real? Is trustworthiness how we measure each other? Why cant the measure of a man be his heart not his mind? Is it possible to judge a man by his heart? Is that why we need truth and action? So many ways a man can act with a pure heart but the only thing seen by the outside is action good or bad that the heart produced. The ends justify the means or the means justify the end? Does an act of love, with negative ends really require retribution. If I could reverse it I would, but it was an act of love and protection. Now it is an act of manipulation.

All your base are belong to us.

2008-12-15T15:48:00.000-08:00

All the ESRI software I use is down. The network is down. My email is down. The only thing left to do is surf the web and blog. Oh ya and the IT people are on holiday. God I love the feds.

Tired

2008-12-11T15:01:00.000-08:00

Sleep isn't what it used to be. Water isn't as refreshing as it should be. Beer doesn't do what it used to. Life is as bittersweet as always.

Just remember to "Watch Your Hand"

Trapped in a Box.

2008-12-02T16:07:00.000-08:00

Unit

2008-12-01T13:55:00.000-08:00

If the unit that has problems that cannot be repaired at the home unit, schedule the unit for maintenance and repairs at a qualified repair unit. Whats with govspeak?

Simplicity

2008-11-28T16:43:00.001-08:00

I feel so torn between doing what is right for myself and doing what I want to do. I want to keep hope alive, I want for this negative to pass but if it passes then so does what I want. If it does not pass part of me is alive and part of me is going to perish in the depths of forgotten friends memories.

One such as this.

2008-11-28T16:17:00.000-08:00

How do you explain the truth to one who does not believe in truth? One who can only see lies and mistrust. I have pondered this question many times over. I have experimented with this task and have until recently been able to start one with such distrust believing in truth. Until the entire thing came crashing down. How do you build a foundation upon sand and snow? How do we explain to others what is true and right to the heart. What is true and right in the world is unseen to the eye and the mind, it can only be seen with the heart and with love.

Hmmm.

2008-11-22T12:29:00.000-08:00

Hmmm blogging?