Friday climbing: my partner tried a pitch in an indoor gym and didn't find the full-on, put-your-arms-down-pull-out-the-cell-phone-and-order-a-pizza places to take a natural rest. I mean, there were places you could stop climbing and put your hands in your pockets and just stand there, on the wall. He just kept going, getting more and more tired... Continue Reading →
Memory Work
This is a bad translation of "travail de mémoire". It's what is is said in the French language to describe going back and dissecting history. It's to better understand what happened, how people got to wherever they were and how to avoid making the same mistakes in the future. I had a weekend with two... Continue Reading →
Ways of Seeing
I went to a photo exhibition of images by a woman named Gundala Schulze Eldowy. I learned that she's rather famous among photographers (but I don't think that's like Brad Pitt famous; I think you can live your life without paparazzi if you're a famous, say, photographer, or poet). The show was disturbing in many... Continue Reading →
Everybody’s Got a Little Light
Just had a Funkadelic moment today. Everyone may have a little light under the sun, but today the sun was nowhere to be found. It's been grey and damp. It rained most of yesterday, but in some ways I'm lucky it's raining. I had a brain fart about my snow tires (they were at my... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 