Cowboy Up!

It was Super Bowl Sunday, February 7th, 2010, and I was chopping up a three gallon bucket of pico de gallo. It takes a lot of chopping to fill a three gallon bucket. The bartender walked up to my little cooks window and said, "Here comes Mumbles." Mumbles was this schizophrenic old man who was…

Growing Down

I always looked forward to the day when I'd earn or assume grown up status. I was eager enough to embark early on my journey towards adulthood despite the warnings, because I knew better than them. If only they could understand... They never do though. I was going to have my own place, and it was going…

Look, Mom, No Brains!

After healing up for two weeks from my injuries I decided it was time to get back on the horse. I come up with some really bad ideas sometimes. It's like my hobby, and would you expect any less from somebody who spells safty wrong? The first few pitches went just fine, and we climbed…

Down Days at the Park

I returned to the park yesterday and discovered that I'd arrived back to Lander in the middle of the international climbers festival. I think my The Birth of an Idea essay talks a bit about my relationship with climbing events. The international climbers festival isn't one of those events, and I'm actually pretty bummed that I…

Absurdity

It's 8am, we're two hours late to a job and weaving in and out of rush hour traffic at 90mph on a Thursday morning. I'm just trying not to focus on how grim this will turn out if we clip one of these commuters and go out of control to our deaths, so I'm writing…