Day 2 ... shopping, shopping, shopping

Corey and Brett should have arrived here in Anchorage sometime late last night, and probably interrupted my sleep in the process. Today we're getting picked up by a van service, carted to a grocery store where we'll supplement the 300,000+ calories (don't think

Sunny Alaska

Just got in to the hotel in Anchorage. It's beautiful here. The first thing one notices when stepping off the plane, is the amazing air. Or maybe my standard for air had just been pushed unusually low? I'm going to head back to the airport in

Where Am I?

Don't forget to check out whereiscurtis.blogspot.com every now and then. Corey will probably start sending location messages Wednesday sometime.

Bigger and Better

I registered whereiscurtis.com. Of course, there's nothing there yet. I'll have to fix that. But not in the next twenty-eight hours. Or the month of May for that matter. -- I made a trade. I agreed to read Sense and Sensibility. What could I possibly

Three Cheers for Gold Medallion Status

Just got an email from Delta confirming my seat upgrade for my flights from New York to Cincinnati and from there to Seattle. Then its back to the cattle car for the flight to Anchorage. And due to a complete lack of self-control, I'm already operating on an

123 Hours and Counting....

Just four more days of training. I've been taking it pretty easy this past week. The closer the departure date, the more concerned I become about last-minute injuries. I ran up sixty-three flights of stairs this afternoon. Not fun, but not really a complete workout. -- Today the

Brevity

I ordered a burrito via SeamlessWeb this evening, since I'm running out of food, and I don't want to go shopping since I'm leaving town for a month, soon. The delivery guy finally arrived downstairs and the doorman called me. I answered the phone:

Counting in English

Just now I was sorting through my old projects, zipping up the ones I haven't touched in forever, for archival in the dusty, dark corners of some external storage device. And I came across EnglishCounter. A while back a friend of mine was about to interview for a

Twelve Minutes and Thirty-Eight Seconds

Twenty-five days of my life summed up in just over twelve minutes. Best experienced with a lot of volume. I distinctly (and by "distinctly" I mean "vaguely") recall taking my video camera on summit day, but I don't seem to have any video to

It Doesn't Completely Suck

The variety of video I got during my last trip to Alaska was less than great. I just finished putting together a ten minute video accompanied by some appropriately invigorating music. My iMac is slaving away, compressing it right now. I'll post it here after it's