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 ( Read more... )

I've been pretty bad about letting people know what I'm up to lately, mostly because I haven't stopped moving since I got back from Alaska. Next stop: this Friday, I'm heading north with Holden to hike the southern range of the Sierras, from Courtright Reservoir to Whitney Portal. We'll be covering around a hundred miles over sixteen days in some ( Read more... )

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1. Take an outdoor McDonald's PlayPlace, six hungover kids, a lot of orange juice, and the leftover champagne from the night before. What do you get?

McMosas.

2. Yesterday while apartment-hunting I met a two-legged dog named Sexy McJesus.

3. I had to go home from work early to confront the steroid-abusing gay Asian bodybuilder we're kicking ( Read more... )

My camera is still with Omar, so unfortunately you'll just have to take my word for it ( Read more... )

Well, I'm still alive. I'd post more but I managed to lose my camera three times in two months -- and find it back twice. Omar has it now; when I get it back I'll have pics from a couple of climbing trips. This is why we can't have nice things, kids.

A couple of relatively exciting things have happened to me lately.

• I climbed Mt. Whitney with some ( Read more... )

Tonight has been brought to you by a pink moon, the first I've seen in years, and by a bottle of Samichlaus ( Read more... )

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My car is a mess. I'm still trying to combat the incredible, inedible, indelible funk in my trunk, an unholy potpourri of BO and bacon from four unwashed campers and two unwashed pans. It's a small price to pay.


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I am man: little do I last
and the night is enormous
but I look up
the stars write.
Unknowing, I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.

--O. Paz