lummox

shut up and climb.

I was raised by Charlton Heston and John Birch. pretty gay. you from quebec?

divine intervention sure explains a lot of the shit i have lived through. but i aint righteous.

no. but sometimes i like to flog the dolphin.

i dont know bout oxygen in a sauna. i do know that farting in one is way uncool.

i predict: 1 dick cheney will finally die from a heart attack to make way for rudi guiliani to be the running mate of gw. 2 nothing will come out of the relationship between lance armstrong and sheryl crow except another crappy album of sad songs. 3 and lance armstrong wont win a 6th tour de freedom. 4 bohanon will be banned but will somehow get back to spray some more. 5 the phrase 'gargle butt gravy' will be uttered on mtv within 6 months then it will enter the common lexicon of this great nation before finally becoming passe (like 'keen' and 'neato' and 'cats pajamas'). got anymore?

you dont know shit.

a horse a cow and a deer all eat grass yet a deer poops little pellets while a cow turns out a flat patty and a horse produces clumps?

straight the fuk out: you cant blame the 18 degree boulder session in the middle of nowhere on your partner.

i fukin tole you i aint a doctor. damn! but i did find this shizzle on the information superhighway: 'In athletes with an enlarged heart, there is a small risk of sudden death. This is not caused directly by the greater heart size, but rather by some other disease process.' who the fuk knows what lead to heart attack in pantani? yet.

if only we all could be so perfect.

it aint from doping for performance. i reckon enlarged hearts are common among endurance athletes which makes em susceptible to failure if they quit exercising. but i am not a doctor. and i dont play one on tv. and i havent slept at a holiday inn.

from velonews: "Marco Pantani died of a heart attack and showed signs of cerebral edema and lung damage, according to initial reports from an autopsy carried out in Italy on Monday."

nobody ever accused me of being a good dad. 'deadbeat' yes. anyhow i know enough bout that parenthood shit to realize that you cant choose much for your kids future. but that is cool you let your kid play with your gear. that drool and shit will fuck with the cam springs though.

i aint one for politeness. but i reckon a 'thank you' to all members of 'the Senate Energy & Natural Resources Committee' and to local reps would be kina smart. anyone know the emails or how to get it?

mowich face in june?

the gallon jug o milk trick is the ticket. but non-stick cookin spray lasts longer than wd40.

i wont cut and paste the article. you will have to register with the latimes to read it. it is worth the trouble. check the slides too. http://www.latimes.com/features/outdoors/la-os-fitzroy17feb17.story

right on.

i read an article in todays latimes about las vegas being a destination for suicides. reminded me of that story posted here bout seeing the jumper. here is an exerpt from the times: 'Every year, desperate men and women make the pilgrimage to the gambling capital to kill themselves. More than once a month, a visitor commits suicide here, according to Clark County Coroner records dating to October 1998. By comparison, in Atlantic City, N.J., about one-third as many nonresidents took their lives during that period. "They pick Las Vegas and kill themselves," former Clark County Coroner Ron Flud said. "It's a fact." But saying exactly why is not so straightforward. Experts and family members have their thoughts — from the city's culture of anonymity to despair, in some cases, over gambling losses. But each case is different. As one suicide note said, "Here there are no answers."' that shit is at odds with the feeling i get when i visit las vegas. climbing in red rocks makes me want to live: i place more pro than i would in granite. suicide seems like such a permanent solution to temporary problems. sucks for sure. peace and love all.

personally for 5.10 cracks a supertight shoe dont add much in the way of performance. i go for all day comfort. i have blue kaukulators. on the third fukin resole. i reckon i will have to try the la sportiva mega as a replacement. i like the ankle bone cover. low top shoes tend to dig into my achilles to the point of blister. fuk that noise. friends swear by their old scarpa dominators. not many high top climbing shoes around anymore.

espera te cabron. estoy pensamiento.

i am floored. sad news. the pirate is dead. long live the pirate.

i would avoid europe in august. but then again i would avoid most of europe at any time of year. spain is bitchin. italy is tolerable. fuk the rest. btw: which fukin alps you going to?

double ropes instead of a single line. i aint ever been screwed trying to retreat with just one rope but i still trend towards carrying two. superstition i reckon.