Lleida, March 14 2007 

We got the diamonds grippin’ up against the wood grain wheel, and I‘m trying to tell ya’ll how real climbin s’possed ta feel! For two weeks, serious rock climbing has made life nuts, filling all days with the typical rapid execution of complicated movements, the littoral the non-littoral everything, the act of eating well, the process of cooking nice things, the bummer of way too sleeping little, the pain and suffering of driving too much, the always-entertaining activity of thinking constantly, and the beautiful truth and fact the we are doing a multitude of everything everywhere, practically occupying multiple dimensions of activity, mental and physical. Then there has also been today so far, which is going just great. All in all, a month and a half of  “blur” will hook anybody up. I don’t know specifically what “blur” defines or means, but it captivates whatever the feeling of the super fun, productive, equally exhausting experience that has been my life. 

p>At the moment, I’m sittin here sippin on my morning overheated-up café, and listening to old school UGK, which is working out perfectly. I woke up in a bed, not on a coach, with some sun on my hair, making it all warm, and I felt sore, lazy, and realized I only have minor obligations for the day. Since resting has been waning as a ritual, and action has ruled the daily rhythm, I feel lucky to try two of my different projects: painting these rust spots on my hood, where the paint flecked off of my car, with some touch up paint (I have been trying this one for over a year) and writing this Blog. I will succeed on the blog at least, but the point is, I am done with a bunch of other projects, and that makes me happy.