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As usual, I've been absent from the LJ-whoring for a while. Yeah, Marge, I'm still alive, much to everybody's chagrin, I'm sure. I've been sort of busy, obviously, and I've been waiting for the right time to update because I didn't want to let too many cats out of too many bags at once. But before that:
- The Sierra trip was a blast. I ended up bailing a week early because I screwed up my foot (gimping on a blistered toe inflamed my Achilles' tendon), so I came out at the resupply at Onion Valley and hung out with our heroic resupply team (Jos, Sky, Mike, & Kate). And then had a relaxed week to sort of hang out and get work done at home. Holden went back up to finish on top of Whitney solo, which was awesome, and he got some great photos from the top. All in all it was amazing and beautiful and full of awesome.
- So the reason I waited so long before updating is I wanted to give notice before I gave you bastards notice that I'm quitting my job as of the end of this month, to work for Jim at Zylight. I'm pretty excited about this. Hell, I'm ecstatic. I've been waiting for this for almost three years. It means I'll be working from home, which is good and bad but on balance pretty awesome. And it means I'll have only one job instead of two, which is also pretty awesome. I bought a new laptop and set up a home office and I have plants and Ikea furniture and a turtle and a soldering iron. I won't be moving out of my place in Simi in the immediate future but I'll probably be leaving LA at some point, now that I'm not held there by a job. It's sort of like being handed the keys to a car for the first time and saying, now what?
- Last Saturday I worked from 10am until 4am on that infernal Zylight and then took a shower, threw my gear in a bag, drove to Lauren's and ate breakfast, and headed for Joshua Tree to climb all day. Leading trad climbs on zero hours of sleep is definitely a poor choice but nobody died and we all got beers and Mexican so it ended well. I'll post photos here at some point.
- Oh yeah, I'm on Facebook now. I'm a social whore.
- Last night I went to see the Weakerthans at El Rey. Sweet show. I have to say, though, that it couldn't compare with seeing Dick Dale last month. Dick Dale is the loudest, fastest, angriest, dirtiest 70-year-old guitarist I have ever seen rock out five feet in front of me. For those of you who have no idea who he is, he did the Pulp Fiction soundtrack. Surf rock. Whalin' guitar surf rock from the filthiest old man I've ever seen on stage. The kids he was playing with could barely keep up.
- This weekend is Yosemite: we're climbing Snake Dike up the side of Half Dome. I'm ridiculously excited about it.
That's pretty much the long and short of it. Boston peeps, I'll be headed back that way sometime in early November. Thanksgiving is just too expensive and too crowded at the airports but I'll head back and say hello a couple weeks before, I think.