Yesterday I drove a couple of hours north up to Vedauwoo, which is outside Laramie, Wyo, to meet up with some friends to do some climbing. It was a somewhat special occasion as A & D are living a little bit closer than they have in more than two years, so I met up with them and Kate and Mark to try our luck at The Voo.

I was feeling a little nervous because a) I haven't climbed since I hurt my shoulder back in April and b) The Voo, which is notoriously hard climbing and doesn't cater to whatever climbing strengths I might have. The Voo is full of off-widths and chimneys and cracks and I hate hand-jams. I am not a talented climber. It is not innate to me. I struggle nearly every single time I go out and rarely have gains in skill level. And if I do, they are nearly infinitesimal. I really do enjoy it though. It gives me a sense of accomplishment like nothing else, so I keep going out there and flailing around, hoping that one day, something will click and I'll figure out how to actually do this thing.

At any rate, yesterday was as terrible as I'd feared it would be. I had a much harder time than everyone else did on the two climbs I did. But, one tiny thing was different in that I didn't give up even though I was struggling. Usually, if I feel like I've been on a climb too long and I'm not getting anywhere, then I decide to come back down without finishing. Yesterday, however, I stuck it out and bulled my way through the hard moves and finished, so I felt pretty good about that.

And, it doesn't seem that I re-injured my shoulder any. Both of them are sore and tired today, but it's the kind of sore you get after working out really hard, it's not the kind of sore that means you might've torn something important.

This might mean that I can start climbing again.

Currently reading:

'The Help' - After getting about three million recommendations, I decided to put the 'it' book of the year on my list at the library. A few pages in and I've decided that it's good. It's well-written and Stockett does a really impressive job at telling a story from different people's points of view, which I've always thought was especially difficult. So, she's to be commended for that. So far, it's pretty fluffy though and is not especially challenging or intellectually stimulating. I've just reached 'the hook' however, so maybe it's about to throw down.

The Tin Drum - Gunther Grass has been on the 'you're supposed to read this guy, although no one ever made you' list that I've kept since I graduated from college. Last year a publisher put out a reprinted edition of 'The Tin Drum' and I decided to buy it as part of my 'read a classic each year until you die' project. I love it. It's well-written and the language flows in a way that is more poetry than prose. It is incredulous and fantastical and stretches suspension of disbelief almost to the breaking point, but it is a beautiful story with a character who is infinitely more endearing than Ignatius J. Riley even though he is almost as much of a social misfit. I had to stop reading it in order to plow through three others before their library due date arrives, but I'm looking forward to picking it back up again and seeing what Oskar has been up to while I was away.


a test, a lesson learned and bear peak hike redux

This morning I woke up and after my pot of coffee (it's good for the heart, look), I realized that I had not one single thing that was due today. So, I decided to do a little test to see if I could, in fact, spend the whole day away from the office without anyone being the wiser. I've often wondered if I could get away with little daily excursions (vacations) and not have anyone freak out about me not being able to respond thisveryinstant to their every whim. And, one of the advantages of having a smartphone is that it makes it much easier to work from just about anywhere.

So, I took off at about 8a and drove to just outside of Boulder to do Bear Peak. Yes, yes, I just did this a few weeks ago, but I knew I would be in cell tower range for most, if not all, of the hike, and I figured this would be a good baby step to training my mind in this new way of thinking. Usually, I feel like I can't leave for even just a little bit in case someone needs something. Which, of course I know is utterly ridiculous and destroys one of the main benefits of working for yourself—being able to set your own schedule—but I succumb to it on a daily basis anyway.

I learned that the upside is that I can nearly work from anywhere as long as there's a cell tower somewhere close by. The downside is that I can nearly work from anywhere as long as there's a cell tower somewhere close by. Of course, if I had to actually design something, then I could not do that from the top of a mountain (unless I were willing to lug my laptop up there, which so far, I am not), but I can respond to email and take phone calls and make appointments, all while walking in the woods. Which, I have to admit, is pretty cool.

I'm just afraid that this means that now I will really feel guilty about taking the weekends off.


catching up

Blogland! What's going on? You thought I'd left without saying goodbye didn't you? But I'm here and everything is alright.

Things have been happening, kids. Things which have kept me away from the ol' 'puter. I have news:

- I hurt my shoulder bouldering at the gym about a month ago. I haven't been free of pain since. It hasn't helped that I've been extremely stubborn and keep 'doing stuff' in spite of the pain I'm in. It's pretty obvious that trying to do push-ups for an hour at boot camp class with a sore shoulder is most likely a bad idea, but why would running bother it? I don't know the answer to that question, but I'm not going anywhere that won't let me bring my ice pack and my hot water bottle and my Advil® along.

- Work has actually been crazy. Like crazy to the point that I'm logging at least 8 hours a day, if not more. I'm not sure I like it all that well, but it's nice to stock the coffers. (I realize that 8-hour days are not crazy to those of you who actually work, but I'd gotten used to 2-hour days. This is...a shift.)

- M and I decided that it was time to move in together. That will apparently happen sometime this coming fall. Mostly I'm excited about the decision and I find myself planning things, but occasionally I will get really freaked out and break out in a cold sweat over it. As my mom told me, 'You don't do well with roommates.' I'm hoping that this will be different than past experiences.

It's weird to contemplate a life with someone else when you've spent the past (almost) 40 years building one by yourself and never imagining that you'd one day have to schedule time in the shitter around someone else's day.

- I've started riding my bike everywhere again. I wussed out this winter. Mostly because I don't have a good place to clean it if it gets cruddy. Which it does in the winter. So far, I am without crashing this season, although if I keep riding in my flip flops, I give it a matter of days. Sometimes, though, putting on the bike shoes in order to be able to clip in seems like too much work.

Ok. That's all I think. I'll try to stop by more frequently here in the future.


taiwan, day 9

We spend the last day very quietly—taking a walk down to a nearby park in the morning; I go to the gym in the afternoon for a couple of hours; and then we have homemade pizza for dinner.

It was a great trip and a very interesting experience. I was really surprised how easy it was to navigate in a place where you don't really know anyone or have much in common with the natives, and especially given not knowing any of the language. I was also amazed at how friendly and polite everyone there was and I loved learning more about their culture.

I'm happy to be home and ready to get back into the routine of daily life. Hopefully, my vacation buzz will last for awhile.


taiwan, day 8

The sun's out today, so we wander downtown and I take pictures of all the signage I can see.

We decide to take a stroll through the Flower and Jade Markets. They're pretty much exactly what you'd think they are. I'm not one for plants usually, but the orchids here are beautiful and I sort of wish I could figure out some way to get one home. The jade is many-hued and pretty. I'm surprised by all of the colors. I'd thought that jade was always just green. I consider buying something for my mom, but get nervous about getting something bad so end up passing on it altogether. Sorry, Mom.

Our hosts take pity on me and let me have a hamburger for lunch. It's delicious. I would sort of kill someone for a turkey sandwich by now. I've loved all of the food we've had so far, but I'm really feeling the need for something familiar. After lunch, I decide to wander around by myself a little and just take in their neighborhood. It's weird being out and about by myself. I'm a little nervous about not being able to find my way back home, but as I continue walking I start to recognize how the streets are named and begin to feel more confident as I go on.

I find the majority of the architecture here to be excessively ugly and depressing. M says it's because when The Nationalists came over they threw all of the buildings up quickly, thinking they'd be headed back to the mainland at any second. Slowly, as they've come to realize that they're here to stay, they've started to invest more thought and care into their buildings. So, there's a strange mix of old, decrepit and boring with modern, new and interesting. This is really apparent just on the outside edges of downtown.


taiwan, days 6 & 7

We pass the previous two days fairly quietly, only tackling one major thing per day. I think we're all getting tired. On Thursday we head downtown to pick up M's sister's friend for lunch and a trip to Yingge, a small town somewhat close to Taipei that is known for its selection of pottery by local artists. The friend, who is married to a U.S. army diplomat, lives in a swanky condo in a swanky building right across the street from the Taipei 101 (that big building I talked about the other day). Seriously kids, you have not seen the likes of this (and our tax dollars are paying for it). The parking garage has fountains and marble floors and marble walls and artwork in glass cases. Yes. You read that correctly—the parking garage.

One thing I really like about China is that you can take a picture of anything and everything here and no one looks askance, but this time I get yelled at by the security guard for taking too many pictures with the warning that I not post them to the internet. So if anyone asks, you didn't see these here. Capish?

Yingge is a cute little town, I imagine it would be called quaint by others' standards, but it still seems just as densely packed as everywhere else in Taiwan to me. And people drive like maniacs. I do find a nice little piece of Taiwanese art for a really cheap price though. I can't believe how inexpensive things are here.

On Friday morning, M and I go the gym again. This time I don't feel like running so I just lift weights. I don't know if it's true of all the gyms here, but they pack a lot of equipment into kind of small spaces at this one and I find it a little difficult to maneuver. About halfway through my workout, I go to the front desk to buy some water and say, 'Can I have some shuay mo, please?' The attendant looks at me blankly so I say it again and get the same reaction. Finally, I just point at the case and say, 'Water.' That does it. Apparently, I am wrong about what I thought was Chinese for water.

For lunch, we head to a market to have 'the best sushi in town'. To understand this correctly, you need to imagine if someone in the States said, 'Let's go to King Sooper's to eat fried chicken at the deli. It's the best you'll ever have.' But even I, who kind of hates sushi, have to admit that it's pretty darn good. The experience here is thus: you show up, you bring your own beverage, you get whatever they have that day. Apparently, some days are really, really...gross. But today we get pretty lucky and nothing arrives that has legs and brains and eyeballs still attached. Whew.

After lunch we hit The National Palace Museum—a...history museum that is more focused on artwork than artifacts. When The Nationalists left mainland China and seceded to Taiwan they shipped a bunch of Chinese historical art pieces over ahead of them. Now, of course, mainland China wants them back, but the Taiwanese aren't giving them up. The museum has over 300,000 pieces that they rotate constantly. Our tour guide says that it would take 12 years to see every piece. There are some really interesting pieces here, including one that is made of 21 concentric balls carved out of ivory each nestled inside one another. Apparently they were carved out of one tusk. An hour and a half is way too short a time for me to really feel like I got much out of it, but our tour guide was very knowledgeable and it was nice to get the extra information that the displays didn't provide.

The people here do really drive like crazy people, treating traffic more like a river than an orderly progression. It's not uncommon for people to turn left in front of cars coming straight from the other direction. This attitude carries over in how the Chinese treat personal space in crowds. It's fairly common for people to just walk directly in between you and an exhibit, even stopping in front of you so they can read the display that you're reading. Or for a mob of them to just surround you while you're looking at something, trapping you there until they're ready to leave.

At dinner, M's 4-year-old nephew teaches us how to ask for water in Chinese. It is 'schuay' but I had the inflection wrong.


taiwan, day 5

We decide to give our hosts a break today and M and I jump on the subway and head down to the coastal town of Danshui—situated on the northern tip of the island where the Danshui River runs into the ocean, it's the Taiwan equivalent of Coney Island. Kind of. It doesn't have an amusement park, so without that it's really just a boardwalk with a lot of weird food on sticks. I vow to at least try the Taiwanese version of the corn dog, but M warns me off saying it's really gross.

We try to find the Red Castle, a place our guidebook says is good for lunch, but can't seem to figure out where we're at on the map. So, we end up at another place right on the river. It's our first time ordering food without our hosts and we discover how hard it is to communicate with someone who has no language in common. And, we're not good at the pantomime. At one point, I absurdly start speaking some of the little Spanish I know. I'm not really sure why, my brain just defaulted to it when I couldn't think of anything else to do. At some point we get water and a coke and finally end up with some Kung Po chicken.

After lunch we take a ferry across the river and visit the town of Bali, which sprang up due to the oyster industry here apparently. We take a walk along the river and decide we like this side better than the other just because it's a little more picturesque and much more calm. And there's a weird statue of a monkey doing Tai Chi. You can't beat that with a stick.

Unlike in big American cities, the Taiwanese don't walk around with headphones stuck in their heads. I'm not sure why this is. It certainly can't be because they don't have access to the technology. I do better with the Chinese phrases I know today, but I still can't get used to how exposed you are in their public restrooms. The doors are basically just a wooden shutter, which makes me shudder. I hope I never, ever have to poop in public here. They use common sink areas to wash your hands, though, which are out of the bathroom proper and open to the main dining areas of the restaurants. I think this is ingenious. It would insure that people wash their hands when they're done I think.

Oh, and Chinese babies are just about the cutest things on the planet.