I’m looking forward to the day that I can say “I’m doing good,” and it won’t just be a grammatical mistake.
The last two months in Chattanooga were difficult for me. It was too hot to climb, and most of my climbing partners had already moved on. Those who hadn’t were busy with school, or work, or both. And mentally I was preparing for my move across the country. Physically, I waited until the last possible moment to sell my things and pack.. There was a lot of running around as well, seeing people for what will hopefully not be the last time. I met quite a few amazing people in and around Chattanooga who will continue to have a profound effect on my life, and that I miss every day. Read the rest of this entry
As many of you may know, Faye and I broke up a little while ago. Obviously any breakup is difficult, and this was even more so because I still love her, and think of her as my best friend. Things have remained amicable, which I really appreciate. We still talk, mainly by instant message and text. Every so often we speak on the phone. I’m looking forward to being able to see her again when I go home.
Out of boredom and loneliness I signed up for the dating website okcupid.com. This girl from Atlanta and I have been texting a little bit. Our matches were somewhat high, which in theory should mean that we have things in common. Read the rest of this entry
The ten types of climbing personalities. I think I’ve got some high roller, self worther, and widgeteer in me.
Society has long applied the blanket label “climber” to a motley assortment of vertically inclined souls. Indeed, “climbers” have been so often lumped together, despite deep and obvious differences, that it’s easy to forget just how many types and subtypes there really are. There are the obvious categories, of course — alpinists, sport climbers, trad daddies, blocanistas, and so forth. But if you climb long enough, you will start to notice another layer of divisions beneath these divisions — personality profiles that cut across climbing-style lines. Here, an abridged and alphabetical list of ten common climber personality profiles. Pay attention, as you will encounter these personalities at the crag or the gym, at the coffee shop and the campground. They will mystify and amuse you. You might even recognize yourself in one or a couple of these groupings. In the end, they are loose categories certainly in need of refinement…
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When I was little my father was a carpenter. If you know my father this is hard to believe, mainly because I (or anyone else) never saw him do anything handy. Ever. I don’t actually remember him being a carpenter. But I know he was one, because at some point I came across a drawing that I did when I was young. It was of my father holding a hammer, and it said “When I grow up I want to be a carpenter like my Daddy.” Being a child it’s easy to know what you want to be when you grow up. You want to be whatever your mother or father is. After I wanted to be a carpenter, whenever someone would ask what I wanted to be when I grow up I would tell them “A lawyer, because they make lots of money.” Read the rest of this entry
The past two days have been beautiful here in Chattanooga. Temperatures have been hovering around sixty degrees, with bright sunny skies. But I haven’t been able to enjoy any of it. I’ve been suffering from bipolar type II for a long time. Probably since high school. I wasn’t diagnosed with it, however, until about three years ago. Read the rest of this entry
We have just finished our second full day bouldering at Little Rock City just outside of Chattanooga, Tennessee and are settled down in the Walmart parking lot to call it a night. We could go and camp, but we’re planning on taking a rest day tomorrow and visiting the aquarium here in the city. Not to mention camping costs money, and we try to be frugal when we can. Read the rest of this entry
We’ve been back from Kentucky for a little over four weeks now. And I can’t wait to leave again. I’m not really big on holidays, but Faye loves them. She wanted to be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but driving up and down the country two different times in a month didn’t make much sense to either of us. So the consensus was that we stay home for a while. And by home, I mean with Faye’s parents. Read the rest of this entry
I love watching climbing videos. I’ve even paid for a number of movies, solely about rock climbing. There are websites out there that will post clips of some amazing climbers working on some amazing problems. After watching a number of really well produced videos, it seemed to me like there was some type of formula. I’ve attempted to document this formula, so that you, and others, may create more climbing videos for the masses to enjoy. Read the rest of this entry