After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain to answer in my sleep, as what - how - when - where? But there was dawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broad windows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips. I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight.

6'3 175lbs
Southern California
September 22nd
9:26 AM
Had to pay a blood sacrifice to get this ascent of Master Blaster (V8/9)

Had to pay a blood sacrifice to get this ascent of Master Blaster (V8/9)

September 20th
6:14 PM
I wish I had a good picture of the body I had 3 years ago to compare with this.

I wish I had a good picture of the body I had 3 years ago to compare with this.

6:09 PM

I picked up too much speed running downhill on the trail this morning. I was falling but instead of landing on my face I was landing on my feet over and over again until finally the ground leveled out and I was able to stop. The beauty is that I can remember the moments during the fall when my thoughts went from “woah, going pretty fast” to “I’ve lost control” to “woooooo, hell yea”.

8:18 AM
4 am start

4 am start

September 19th
11:21 AM


by W.S. Merwin

with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridge to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
in a culture up to its chin in shame
living in the stench it has chosen we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the back door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks that use us we are saying thank you
with the crooks in office with the rich and fashionable
unchanged we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is

September 18th
7:48 PM

The start of a V10ish problem

September 15th
5:44 PM

Campus board action

September 13th
5:57 PM

More campusing

September 7th
10:26 AM

A Tribute To Dilla

by J. Rawls

10:01 AM

At last, we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think. From the hearth to the field is a great distance. It would be well perhaps if we were to spend more of our days and nights without any obstruction between us and the celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much from under a roof, or the saint dwell there so long. Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots.

Formerly, when how to get my living honestly, with freedom left for my proper pursuits, was a question which vexed me even more than it does now, for unfortunately I am become somewhat callous, I used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three wide, in which the laborers locked up their tools at night, and it suggested to me that every man who was hard pushed might get such a one for a dollar, and, having bored a few auger holes in it, to admit the air at least, get into it when it rained and at night, and hook down the lid, and so have freedom in his love, and in his soul be free.”

- Thoreau, Walden

September 6th
8:21 PM

Olexa made scrambled eggs for me

11:58 AM

Double clutch

September 1st
11:36 AM


trees grow below my lips
& across my jaw as i hide from the sun

you’re in your house alone
contemplating sickness
& how many times one heart can give out

i think i feel something bad
most of the time
that roots through me

the hair on my face is just a little
more than skin deep
but you are in my blood somewhere

shaking driveways &
praying on floors of walk in closets

lifting arms up into dying wind
wondering how you ended up by yourself

you know
the sky doesn’t have to apologize
for taking bodies apart

you know
you are not nearly that great

August 31st
11:41 PM


By thinking of you
I am taunting my body 
and my fragile heart
from the bitter truth.

But I would rather
torment myself with your
missing presence than to
be without you at all.

August 29th
8:48 PM

Tonight’s episode: Jimmy makes everything look like a jug, followed by one arm stuff.