June 5 2007
Everyday, a little more A Muerte. You gotta walk the walk. 

It is long overdue Blog 12, and yeah, I know that’s kinda lame for people following up on things. I will make the appropriate apology, and now we are moving on. One might say, the reasons for the lack of blogging stem from the massive amount of rock climbing. Normally I procrastinate things, but this time, due to my addiction to rock climbing, I have been very consumed, paying dues, and round of some bigger muscles groups. 

What’s that like? Consumed. Addicted. Obsessed maybe? Excited as well. Motivated to imitate insects. Well, I’m confused too, but the only answer I have is that it’s all pretty damn cool! Make that really damn cool! It’s been a while since I have such a pleasant opportunity to try so many hard routes with nice people, rise above bad conditions, and have a grand ol’ time. 

The only complaint: too many projects. It’s impossible to rid my brain of all the move patterns, beta systems and what not, jingles from rap songs, and other shit floating about without anchor clipping relaxation. I am in the depths, wadding in waist deep water, trying not to get chilly. It’s hard to stay warm, it’s dark in the misty waters, and there is nothing you see in the distance to relate to where you are. Waterfalls, snakes, underwater creatures, all invisible the misty waters projects. 

So, my big point: I am a bit overwhelmed by the quantity of projects I have. This is always a little extreme and makes me a little nervous, but it’s a trade of the game: you get projects, you get psyched, you get more psyched, weather changes, you get less psyched, weather changes, and you send. Stack your stack of papers, and do your god damn paper work. That’s all I have to say. 

I am having great time, nonetheless, wading through my mental ocean of climbing moves, other than getting quite nasty a couple weeks ago, followed by a debilitating two weeks of humidity and shit conditions. I was rock climbing and hanging out in remote places. Forty-five minutes of curvy road to separate you from civilization is plenty to keep you from doing anything productive on a level of communication and stuff like that, uhhh. All I can say is it has been a crazy month of May, packed full of climbing and lots of sore muscles.