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
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.

August 26th
10:01 PM
The best pup ever

The best pup ever

August 25th
5:41 PM
Muscle up-ish thing

Muscle up-ish thing

August 23rd
8:50 PM

If I Ever Fall In Love

by Shai

August 22nd
3:07 PM


how you can never reach it, no matter how hard you try,
walking as fast as you can, but getting nowhere,
arms and legs pumping, sweat drizzling in rivulets;
each year, a little slower, more creaks and aches, less breath.
Ah, but these soft nights, air like a warm bath, the dusky wings
of bats careening crazily overhead, and you’d think the road
goes on forever. Apollinaire wrote, “What isn’t given to love
is so much wasted,” and I wonder what I haven’t given yet.
A thin comma moon rises orange, a skinny slice of melon,
so delicious I could drown in its sweetness. Or eat the whole
thing, down to the rind. Always, this hunger for more.

How the Trees on Summer Nights Turn into a Dark River
by Barbara Crooker

August 21st
6:35 PM
My tape :(

My tape :(

August 20th
11:00 PM

The campus board at our gym is finally finished!

August 19th
11:30 PM

If not the whole thing, check out the brutal fall starting from 53:55.

11:26 PM
August 17th
11:29 PM

Words I Don't Remember

by How To Dress Well

4:43 PM
Hour 7

Hour 7

August 16th
10:03 PM

Definitely the most fun climbing video I’ve ever watched.

August 15th
8:52 PM


Failing and Flying
by Jack Gilbert

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights
that anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe that Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

8:46 PM


Foraging for Wood on the Mountain
by Jack Gilbert

The wild up here is not creatures, wooded,
tangled wild. It is absence wild.
Barren, empty, stone wild. Worn-away wild.
Only the smell of weeds and hot air.
But a place where differences are clear.
Between the mind’s severity and its harshness.
Between honesty and the failure of belief.
A man said no person is educated who knows
only one language, for he cannot distinguish
between his thought and the English version.
Up here he is translated to a place where it is
possible to discriminate between age and sorrow.