Category: N.O.S.
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On a weekend morning
I can’t help but wake up at 0600 or earlier these days, which today gave me time to relax and drink coffee while watching the sun poke up above the Mingus plateau to our east. A smattering of nice high cumulonimbus enhanced the experience. I got in a fantastic power workout yesterday evening, tempered only…
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On Imperialism
A graph that is indeed worth a thousand words. A few I can think of: 1949 was the year of India’s independence. The 50’s and 60’s marked the height of the Chinese Cultural revolution.Ths US grew steadily from the Market Revolution of the 1830’s all the way through WWII, then slowed. (Or the rest of…
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Boring Training post
I’m getting serious. Things have a way of sneaking up, and with things as monumental as the Wasatch 100 on tap for next year, I do not want shit sneaking up on me. Or to be more accurate, I don’t want to let myself get lazy and let things sneak up while I’m willfully looking…
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The middle-class values of nonviolence, literacy, long working hours and a willingness to save emerged only recently in human history… -N. Wade It’s hard to not fall into the luddite, primitivist trap when you read it, but it begs interesting questions nonetheless. I do think that the importance of the America’s is likely greater than…
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New Things
Racing resumes in 13 days, when I’ll be poaching the 12 Hours of the Peaks, an underground SS lap race in Flagstaff. While I don’t have the Lev back yet, I hope I’m not too bold in presuming it will back within the week. Technical terrain, lots of climbing, should be fun. No goals or…
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Sweating in the Ditch
Sometimes I just need to get away and be quiet, and the Grand Canyon in summer is a very still place. I busted out of work Friday afternoon, and 3 hours later had my permit and was headed down. Here’s a rain cell moving over Bright Angel canyon and the north rim lodge. Looking back…
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Choices
For the weekend: solitude or socializing? And I say yes. Tomorrow I jet off straight after work, up to the big ditch, for a short overnight. Hike until dark, camp, long day Saturday come home. Then up at 0300 Sunday for the drive to Phx and a roadie ride on SoMo for Chongoman Bob’s 30th.…
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Entertainment, if it weren’t for the misogyny: Just as she was getting to her bra, the maître d’hôtel got to her. Thus her drunken, wobbly stint as a stripper ended, and so did her dinner. She and her date, a smiling, sloshed man who had seemingly egged her on, were escorted to the door. “She…
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Wildness
I’ve been rereading some Abbey and Thoreau in the process of writing Honors curricula for some of the high school students. I also got a copy of Craig Childs latest last night, House of Rain. (See here for a peak.) He’s an exceptional author; when I first read The Secret Knowledge of Water I was…
Bedrock & Paradox 