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a likely story: if the shoe fits
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Wednesday, October 3, 2012. If the shoe fits. I'm following the suited and sauntering boys barefoot to the bar, heels in hand. The Columbus sidewalk is wide and warm; the sky is bright and low. There's enough whiskey on them still it vaguely stings. You can have this," the somber flower-girl announces. She's unpinned a white rose from her frock (it's a frock, when you're young, isn't it? And put it in my hand. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just trying to get a little pizza in an uncivilized world.
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a likely story: 24
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24 things I'm going to try this year. Completed: 21 of 24. Man, that is a small number. I've always avoided this portion of the gym due to a healthy fear of a) falling and b) hipsters. Still valid concerns, but bouldering's nonetheless helping me climb "more dynamically" (read: less lazily) and giving me something to do when I can't wrangle a belay partner. 8212; Lead climb in the vicinity of how "well" I can toprope. Scare/injure Alean less. Remains to be seen. 8212; Actually help with setup. This item ...
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a likely story: what's, what's my name
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Friday, August 3, 2012. What's, what's my name. Hey, do you know the word for—". I like this game! 8212;the surface of the water, but from below? Say, if you were a fish in a lake, looking up? My eyes are wide and my workday is shot. Is. There a word for that. I'm consumed by the idea that a term exists, if not in Japanese or Norse then in hydrology or ichthyology or fluid dynamics or scuba. Excruciating! There are all these words I might never know! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Scenes from a hat.
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a likely story: rope-a-dope
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Wednesday, August 1, 2012. Part two and the point is: a hand off the rock is a hand on the lion. I have a babysitter above who's done the hard part for me; relative to the risk he takes—or even in absolute terms—mine is very small. Consequently, Real Climbers are dismissive of my play-acting in their most basic terminology: there are leaders (bold) and there are followers (ba-a-a-aaa); a bolted climb is just sport, just a game. And there is supposedly nothing you can't do on toprope. Meanwhile, on tumblr.
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a likely story: high and dry
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012. Something between us and the ocean is on fire. Here on the ridge. There is no urgency to it, just the smell and an expansive haze where the horizon ought to be. I imagine small flames meandering low to the ground. There won't be one. Of course. We are where we are. At sunset, though, hours later, small tears in the sky burn with a fierce white light. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Just trying to get a little pizza in an uncivilized world. View my complete profile.
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a likely story: all things go
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Wednesday, March 13, 2013. Dear people who still have this site on their RSS feeds/Tim,. As you may have gathered from four months of radio silence, I've gotten bored with this blog and am putting it out to pasture. While I am desperately embarrassed by both the style and the content of at least the first few years' worth of material, I'm sticking to principle and deleting nothing. Awkward! It turns out that writing for a living (! Hey, gotta eat. Fruit of the fucking loom. Feet hiking curtis cramblett.
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a likely story: so you think you can ride
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012. So you think you can ride. I see what I did there. I got uppity, didn’t I? Yes In a 12-hour period, I:. Used the phrase “definite progress” in reference to my own structural integrity. Requested the return of my CX wheel, loaned out months ago—and what business do I have with that thing? In the very same conversation, speculated that I'd be able to do some mountain biking within a month. And I did—wait for it; this is crazy—the Bay Trail. Who do I think am? King of the mountain?
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a likely story: when I consider how my light is spent
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Friday, March 2, 2012. When I consider how my light is spent. In second grade, I read "Follow My Leader"—the all-American tale of a boy who loses his vision to a wayward firecracker. In a baseball diamond. On the Fourth of July. It's about resilience and apple pie, of course, but what I. Got out of it was a mortal fear of going blind. In the story, the doctors remove the bandages from the boy's eyes and his world. Remains dark. "Take them off! Go on, take them off! The building on the corner had its wall...
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a likely story: make like a raccoon and ...
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011. Make like a raccoon and . On Friday evening I met my new carpool buddy Mike. Who drives a sweet pickup truck for professional reasons only and who told me all about the Thai heritage. After the directions to the mystery spot petered out, we spent a long time casing the lonely stretch of highway between Caspar and Fort Bragg while growing progressively more confused as to the location of the ocean, never mind the campsite. C) Local guides. With super-trustworthy. Tight, twisty...
