MadWorld

So, I just sent a copy of MadWorld to a friend of mine. He, of course, is not aware - nor will he be until Tuesday. Given that his use of the Wii has thus far involved only tennis and bowling I'm expecting a phone call; probably from

Desperate Times

I got a lease renewal form for my apartment the other day. They're offered to extend my lease for another year at the current rate plus toss in the last month for free. If I had any desire to renew my lease, these terms would make me happy.

Sponsorship

My ever-vigilant and budget-minded climbing partner, Corey, got in his mind that we should seek out sponsorships for our Denali trip. It never would have occurred to me. It all started because a friend of his has some food he wants us to try out on our trip, and he&

Workout of the Day #1

There's something about the last two months in a long training period. It's difficult to keep going. And with very limited exercise options here (basically nothing out-doors), it's not easy to find ways to mix it up and keep the training routine interesting. In

MSR Sucks

Well, not all of MSR's products suck. Their stoves are amazing. But their snowshoes are for crap. I've never had any piece of mountaineering gear fail as consistently as MSR's snowshoes. The plastic construction itself isn't bad; and it makes for a

The Oven was Right

The microwave and the oven have never seen eye-to-eye. Oh sure, they agree on the minute about half the time, but they've always been at odds when it comes to the hour. It took months to finally remember, permanently, that it was the microwave that had the hour

The Fountainhead

I haven't finished it yet; page 377 of 694. It's crazy though. Amazing. I need for Toohey to be marginalized; Keating to be shamed; Katie to become a person; Dominique to be committed and Roark to never change.

Osprey Rocks

I mentioned previously that the plastic buckle on the hip belt of my Osprey Argon 110 pack broke near the end of my last climb. I'm guessing someone (me?) stepped on the buckle after I dropped the pack on the pavement next to the car. I have several

Casualties of Fun

We had grand plans: a Winter traverse of the Presidential Range in the White Mountain National Forest. A little over eighteen miles (not a distance record for any of us). Nearly five days of food and fuel. Heavy packs filled with just-in-case gear to keep us alive and moderately comfortable

Don't Forget

Leah ... don't forget to re-dye your hair today. I know you said you weren't going to, but the Past Leah would be disappointed in Present Leah for just that defeatist attitude. And here is Leeloo, demonstrating one possible color.