For a while I thought geekoids ruled the blog world, and we still do hehehe!!! But anyway, I love this fight between the chivalrous and the player.
Anyway, just like in the pilot episode of "Six Feet Under" to quote Claire, "Just get it over with, pull out your dicks and measure it!" I don't think I got that right, but that's the gist.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Corduroy
Usually I avoid hotel restaurants. In a former life I used to be wooed by hotels hoping to contract nice large lucrative conferences from me on behalf of my clients... part of that task included staying in executive suites, eating in the hotel restaurants gratis, and touring the spa facilities. There were very few hotels I was impressed with. Although I have to admit San Diego's Leow's Coronado totally impressed me, not only did they seduce me with bubble baths (in a Japanese steeping tub no less), my pick of wine, but with the most AMAZING FRESHEST salad in the world ... I think maybe only in California. And I admit the brunch at the Catamaran Hotel Resort and Spa was also amazing, but you really can't go wrong if you order raw plant life at a restaurant in California.
But anyway, I was blown away at Corduroy. I starved myself all day after sleeping only 4 hours, running three miles, and lifting at the gym with only a mint mocha cooler and honey granola bar to tide me over. Needless to say when I got the Buffalo Mozzarella Porcupine (no real spiny animals were killed, it's just needle thin phyllo atop of cheese and pureed tomato sauce), Buffalo steak (see a theme?), and some amazing baked chocolate concoction, I realized I had flippantly ignored DC hotel restaurants. WOW. My friend got the beet goat cheese salad, black grouper, and sorbet with grappa. Mmmmm good. The restaurant mainly seemed to be occupied by the Sheraton's Four Points guests, but these out of towners struck it well. I can't say the decor made it for me, but it only leaves you to focus on the food. But the food more than makes up for decor, and the service was great, they were willing to entertain all our questions, including what dry white wine to choose, if there was really the death of a porcupine involved in one of their appetizers, and what the heck the third word of the chocolate dessert meant. Also I liked that they asked what the special occasion was for when I called for reservations. The trappings of a 4 star restaurant for sure.
But anyway, I was blown away at Corduroy. I starved myself all day after sleeping only 4 hours, running three miles, and lifting at the gym with only a mint mocha cooler and honey granola bar to tide me over. Needless to say when I got the Buffalo Mozzarella Porcupine (no real spiny animals were killed, it's just needle thin phyllo atop of cheese and pureed tomato sauce), Buffalo steak (see a theme?), and some amazing baked chocolate concoction, I realized I had flippantly ignored DC hotel restaurants. WOW. My friend got the beet goat cheese salad, black grouper, and sorbet with grappa. Mmmmm good. The restaurant mainly seemed to be occupied by the Sheraton's Four Points guests, but these out of towners struck it well. I can't say the decor made it for me, but it only leaves you to focus on the food. But the food more than makes up for decor, and the service was great, they were willing to entertain all our questions, including what dry white wine to choose, if there was really the death of a porcupine involved in one of their appetizers, and what the heck the third word of the chocolate dessert meant. Also I liked that they asked what the special occasion was for when I called for reservations. The trappings of a 4 star restaurant for sure.
Foods
An attempt to rectify some of WP's annual Reader's Choice Awards:
1. Bakery--I bought into that whole anti-carb thing, I only eat brown rice
2. Brunch--Georgia Brown's
3. Burgers--Have heard St. Ex is pretty tasty
4. Cheap Eats--El Pollo Rico
5. Coffee Shop--Tryst
6. Crabs--Don't eat water bugs if I can help it
7. Ice Cream--Haagen Dazs, yes a chain!!! But universally the best in the world
8. Italian--working on it
9. Kid-Friendly--Zaytinya's
10. Pizza--2 Amy's
11. Romantic--romance? What's that? :)
12. Steaks--don't eat much red meat
13. Sushi--Sushi Taro
14. Take-Out--Lei Garden
15. Thai--Jandara
16. Vegetarian--not sure
1. Bakery--I bought into that whole anti-carb thing, I only eat brown rice
2. Brunch--Georgia Brown's
3. Burgers--Have heard St. Ex is pretty tasty
4. Cheap Eats--El Pollo Rico
5. Coffee Shop--Tryst
6. Crabs--Don't eat water bugs if I can help it
7. Ice Cream--Haagen Dazs, yes a chain!!! But universally the best in the world
8. Italian--working on it
9. Kid-Friendly--Zaytinya's
10. Pizza--2 Amy's
11. Romantic--romance? What's that? :)
12. Steaks--don't eat much red meat
13. Sushi--Sushi Taro
14. Take-Out--Lei Garden
15. Thai--Jandara
16. Vegetarian--not sure
girl's best pick me up (yes a list)
1. George of the Jungle--Buffed tan Brendan Frasier in a 'butt flap' and adorable little jungle animals?
2. Jaleo ... there's nothing a pitcher of brandy spiked sangria can't cure.
3. Shopping, after said pitcher of sangria at Jaleo
4. endorphines, works every time, whether on the treadmill, outside, in the weight room, or a cardio kickboxing class ... EVEN better is a high impact Taekwondo sparring class
5. rockclimbing-sweating it out on the rock
6. a getaway to Great Falls or a nearby park
7. a massage from gentle fingers
8. Hugging Valdemar
9. The little plates menu at Indique
10. A martini ;)
What's your pick me up?
2. Jaleo ... there's nothing a pitcher of brandy spiked sangria can't cure.
3. Shopping, after said pitcher of sangria at Jaleo
4. endorphines, works every time, whether on the treadmill, outside, in the weight room, or a cardio kickboxing class ... EVEN better is a high impact Taekwondo sparring class
5. rockclimbing-sweating it out on the rock
6. a getaway to Great Falls or a nearby park
7. a massage from gentle fingers
8. Hugging Valdemar
9. The little plates menu at Indique
10. A martini ;)
What's your pick me up?
Half Blood Prince
This past week, not being encumbered by leisurely reading such as:
John Arquilla and David Ronfeldt, Networks and Netwars, “Transnational Criminal Networks”
OR
Richard A. Best, “Intelligence to Counter Terrorism: Issues for Congress,” Congressional Research Service, 27 May 2003
I picked up the much anticipated 6th installment of Harry Potter. After a friend remarked that he would be disappointed if the Harry Potter franchise really did run out after the 7th book, that he wished to decorate his children's nursery with Harry Potter themed items and read them the stories at night, I wondered if Harry Potter would have the lasting effect of Lord of the Rings.
Maybe my brain is too fried between graduate school and answering questions at 3 AM in a poorly ventilated office building, but for some reason I think not, and why not? For these reason:
1. The enemy pretty much stays the same in every book, Voldemort. So it becomes the same plot line in almost every book, with some variation.
And I'm annoyed with Potter:
2. He's clearly popular now. And he's cocky, I guess that's expected of a teenager, but he's kind of whiny, like Anakin the in the 2nd Prequel of Star Wars.
But there are places the series can be redeemed, for instance, the 6th book hints at a journey to come in the 7th book. Every hit fantasy has to have some sort of long journey.
Although I adore LOTR and have read the books at least three times and own the entire extended DVD edition, which I've seen even more times, the fantasy novels that are keenly tied to my adolescence is Mercedes Lackey's Herald Mage Trilogy. I didn't even read LOTR or Harry Potter until I was out of High School.
In some ways, I feel Lackey's books shaped my ideas of multi-culturalism and sexual identity. The main protagonist is GAY, and I read this first while in elementary school. How forbidden of me. Like Harry Potter, Lackey's books are just as easily read by an adult as a fourth grader.
John Arquilla and David Ronfeldt, Networks and Netwars, “Transnational Criminal Networks”
OR
Richard A. Best, “Intelligence to Counter Terrorism: Issues for Congress,” Congressional Research Service, 27 May 2003
I picked up the much anticipated 6th installment of Harry Potter. After a friend remarked that he would be disappointed if the Harry Potter franchise really did run out after the 7th book, that he wished to decorate his children's nursery with Harry Potter themed items and read them the stories at night, I wondered if Harry Potter would have the lasting effect of Lord of the Rings.
Maybe my brain is too fried between graduate school and answering questions at 3 AM in a poorly ventilated office building, but for some reason I think not, and why not? For these reason:
1. The enemy pretty much stays the same in every book, Voldemort. So it becomes the same plot line in almost every book, with some variation.
And I'm annoyed with Potter:
2. He's clearly popular now. And he's cocky, I guess that's expected of a teenager, but he's kind of whiny, like Anakin the in the 2nd Prequel of Star Wars.
But there are places the series can be redeemed, for instance, the 6th book hints at a journey to come in the 7th book. Every hit fantasy has to have some sort of long journey.
Although I adore LOTR and have read the books at least three times and own the entire extended DVD edition, which I've seen even more times, the fantasy novels that are keenly tied to my adolescence is Mercedes Lackey's Herald Mage Trilogy. I didn't even read LOTR or Harry Potter until I was out of High School.
In some ways, I feel Lackey's books shaped my ideas of multi-culturalism and sexual identity. The main protagonist is GAY, and I read this first while in elementary school. How forbidden of me. Like Harry Potter, Lackey's books are just as easily read by an adult as a fourth grader.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
mom's korma
So here's my first recipe giveaway. Eight other people who ate it last night can't be wrong. Chicken korma, this is probably a low fat variety than the type you would find at an Indian restaurant. Also my measurements of spices are imprecise, but somehow I get it right :) although one noted blogger, may remember my last meal I made where I poured too much salt. Anyway, I'm an intuitive cooker, so if it starts looking too dry, add water.
1 onion, diced
1/2 tsp of coriander
1/2 tsp of cumin
cayenne to taste
1/2 cup of blended ginger, onion, and garlic (this can't be powder, it has to be freshly grounded in a blender or food processor; equal parts each)
1 cup of plain yogurt
3 lbs of boneless skinless chicken breasts, in chunky cubes
Saute the chopped onion in oil or butter (1 tbsp). Add spices to cook in with the onions. Once the onion is clear, pour in the ginger/garlic/onion masala, simmer for 10 minutes. Add in chicken, when it starts to simmer, lower the heat. Stir in the yogurt, cook until chicken is done. If the curry gets too dry, add in water while cooking.
Serve with rice.
Serves 10 people.
For a salad beforehand, I recommend Whole Food's Apricot Feta Green Salad.
1 onion, diced
1/2 tsp of coriander
1/2 tsp of cumin
cayenne to taste
1/2 cup of blended ginger, onion, and garlic (this can't be powder, it has to be freshly grounded in a blender or food processor; equal parts each)
1 cup of plain yogurt
3 lbs of boneless skinless chicken breasts, in chunky cubes
Saute the chopped onion in oil or butter (1 tbsp). Add spices to cook in with the onions. Once the onion is clear, pour in the ginger/garlic/onion masala, simmer for 10 minutes. Add in chicken, when it starts to simmer, lower the heat. Stir in the yogurt, cook until chicken is done. If the curry gets too dry, add in water while cooking.
Serve with rice.
Serves 10 people.
For a salad beforehand, I recommend Whole Food's Apricot Feta Green Salad.
missing the boat
Once again, when it comes to Islam and understanding, Westerners are completely missing the boat. Case in point: this NY Times article on An Islamic Alienation. I don't buy the premise that Western culture is so at odds with whatever 'Islamic culture' they are talking about that creates disenfranchised angry underemployed Muslims who then want to fill a rucksack with explosives and blow themselves up at King's Cross tube station.
Fact is England and the European countries are different in their treatment of Muslims but not better. Note: why hasn't the United States had an attack by American Muslims? Okay, I may be jinxing/knocking on wood here, but why hasn't it happened? And why does the 9/11 commission report even explicitly say that Mohammad Atta's radicalization occurred not in Saudi Arabia but in Belgium, where he went to school?
England has little communities of immigrants, Muslim and other's who are kept separate from society. Western europe is probably worse, hate to say it, but Germans are into keeping themselves 'German,' and the Italians are bent on keeping themselves 'Italian.' There really is no hyphenation, like American-Bengali ... its not a melting pot or a mosaic. With that there's little opportunity to rise. Little reason to break out of community. But then where do the youth go, and what can they do?
I'm not saying that its the fault of Western countries, to some extent there is a level of fearing to break out of a community on the part of immigrants, but its not lopsided where all the blame for this lies.
Fact is England and the European countries are different in their treatment of Muslims but not better. Note: why hasn't the United States had an attack by American Muslims? Okay, I may be jinxing/knocking on wood here, but why hasn't it happened? And why does the 9/11 commission report even explicitly say that Mohammad Atta's radicalization occurred not in Saudi Arabia but in Belgium, where he went to school?
England has little communities of immigrants, Muslim and other's who are kept separate from society. Western europe is probably worse, hate to say it, but Germans are into keeping themselves 'German,' and the Italians are bent on keeping themselves 'Italian.' There really is no hyphenation, like American-Bengali ... its not a melting pot or a mosaic. With that there's little opportunity to rise. Little reason to break out of community. But then where do the youth go, and what can they do?
I'm not saying that its the fault of Western countries, to some extent there is a level of fearing to break out of a community on the part of immigrants, but its not lopsided where all the blame for this lies.
Friday, August 19, 2005
tony williams
I did not uphold my civic duty yesterday afternoon when I saw Mayor Tony Williams shopping at the P St Whole Foods. Too engrossed in selecting a basmati rice, it did not occur to me to risk being scrutinized by his buddy as he shopped in the cereal aisle. DCist has been wondering if Mr. Williams will run for a 3rd term. Otherwise, at the risk of showing how clueless I am about DC politics, I was self congratulating myself for actually recognizing a politician.
anonymous
Is blogging entering the phase of aggressive driving? Although it's not difficult to trace a person's identity on a blog, does the removal of yet another personal level lead bloggers to be careless? I'm not faulting particular bloggers in general. But I'm reminded of when e-mail became widely used. I had an English teacher who was notorious for firing out e-mails too quickly without cooling it a bit. A lot of people have difficulty confronting someone face-to-face, it's a bit easier on the phone, a lot easier on instant messenger and e-mail, and now there's web logs. If you have a grudge against someone at work, isn't it just too easy to write a post and then not worry about it? There are cautionary tales however, for example bloggers who were fired from work. And then there are times blogging takes the form of personal revenge.
It reminds me of aggressive driving. The anonymity of being in a car, acting out the day's frustrations, cutting off people, driving too fast, and recklessly. So rules for blogging? I found this helpful.
It reminds me of aggressive driving. The anonymity of being in a car, acting out the day's frustrations, cutting off people, driving too fast, and recklessly. So rules for blogging? I found this helpful.
not meant to be
a whiny post, can't get my car to rent. Annoyingly, everytime I talk to Advance Car Rental, the date moves back from when it is available. In the intial call I was told it wouldn't be available for my birthday, after sending the requisite proof of insurance and driver's license in hopes I could book partly through labor day, my phone call was greeted with news of unavailability that weekend as well. Now two days later, after they told me they'd call me and never did, I call them and am told the cars are booked through October ... that typically they contract these cars out to government or corporations for months! AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrghghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! By the time that car comes back, it will be too cold to put the top down and take it to Skyline Drive! They tell me I can rent their luxury sedans ... do I look like I have kids in the care of a nanny in my posh Great Falls home? Maybe I should wait until I got to California where every rental place, including Budget has them? But not this year.
Oh well, the gods telling me I have spent my money on enough. Somehow I knew getting an SL 55 for $350/day was too good to be true.
Oh well, the gods telling me I have spent my money on enough. Somehow I knew getting an SL 55 for $350/day was too good to be true.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
A bar I like
No freaking way!!! Yes, I was please to discover not only the smoke-free Marty's in Capitol Hill, but also that Heritage India on Connecticut has a great happy hour (don't believe the WP reader's comments on Marty's, the owner came up to my friend and I, and brought our drinks to us on the house). As for Heritage: $4 Smirnoff martini's (their specialty is the Melon Drop) and a 1/2 priced appetizer menu, which consists entirely of their Indian 'street vendor' tapas-like menu. Also their mango lassi, not sugary sweet but creamy with a hint of condensed milk is quite good, although my favorite is still Indique's. Normally in the summer I don't want the additional heat of South Asian cooking, but in a lovely restaurant, with little cigarette smoke, quiet enough that I'm not going hoarse from talking to my companion, and a menu that does not have the typical quesadillas and buffalo wings, I can make an exception.
Almodovar
Recently I saw a Pedro Amodovar film, "Bad Education." Enjoying his previous film "Talk to Her," I thought this I would really like this film, and even though it was entertaining, I wasn't crazy about it, not as much as "Talk to Her." I've noticed Almodovar starts his films with a really slow buildup--lots of character development, which is why I like his movies, and then accelerates the plot (usually with a twist ending) by the last fourth of the movie.
1/2 week of summer
Yesterday afternoon I went to Carderock for my official rockclimbing PATC outing. And a load of fun it was. If you've been looking for a consistent group of people to go climbing with, I think I might've found a solution. And here's the boring part for most readers, the climbing log: Climbed beginner's face twice, the second time doing a down climb, quite fun, climbed X, down climbed and X then started Sterling Crack, but lost my arms near the top. Attempted Herbie's Horror and after sleeping for 11 hours today, I am dreadfully sore.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
summer is here!
Last Thursday I celebrated the beginning of my summer, hehe, yes the last graduate course of the summer, when I get a whopping three weeks, one of which I have to work seven nights straight, culminating in about 25 hours of overtime. I guess money for me, eh? It also coincided with my birthday which is shortly coming up. I made a lot of promises myself, for example, the car and uh, that's all I can really remember. Right now I don't think Advance Car Rental is impressed with the credit line on my American Express. They're booked until after Labor Day!
Otherwise I celebrated by going to Cafe St. Ex, indulging in sweet potato fries, a glass of Grenache and a fried green tomato BLT. The BLT is definitley worth going on a diet for, temporarily of course, sandwiched between ciabatta is crispy applewood smoked bacon and gooey cheddar cheese. It drips onto the napkin on your lap. Mmmmm.
Friday I went to see The Raid, great story okay movie. Military buffs will like it, as will SAR people, the group I went with. Saturday morning, ignoring the heat advisory, I went climbing. Knocked out Bird's Nest, and flailed on Eagle's Nest. Decided the rest of the weekend would be best spent in A/C.
Otherwise what does a girl do when she doesn't have to worry about studying? I'm planning my next meal for my colleagues. My bike is in the shop, boo hoo, and going to happy hours without having a drink. I suppose now would be an excellent time to write up my review of Ceiba. Which, I liked. I like that I could choose any entree off the menu during Restaurant Week.
My sister had the shrimp ceviche, quite tasty. I has the special, a mushroom bisque of sorts with a dollop of crab meat. My mom had the Salmon taco, quite tasty fish. I got the pumpkin seed encrusted tilapia. The creole sauce reminded me of curry sauce, but the sweet plantain mash was quite tasty. The chocolate coffee cuban cake is to DIE for. Order it, if its the only thing you get at Ceiba. I think if I went back I would definitley aim for another soup, and spring for the mushroom again if they had it. The place is heavy on seafood. I have to admit, I'm not one hundred percent sold on Latin/Caribbean cuisine yet. Although Merkado has a made an impression on me.
Otherwise I celebrated by going to Cafe St. Ex, indulging in sweet potato fries, a glass of Grenache and a fried green tomato BLT. The BLT is definitley worth going on a diet for, temporarily of course, sandwiched between ciabatta is crispy applewood smoked bacon and gooey cheddar cheese. It drips onto the napkin on your lap. Mmmmm.
Friday I went to see The Raid, great story okay movie. Military buffs will like it, as will SAR people, the group I went with. Saturday morning, ignoring the heat advisory, I went climbing. Knocked out Bird's Nest, and flailed on Eagle's Nest. Decided the rest of the weekend would be best spent in A/C.
Otherwise what does a girl do when she doesn't have to worry about studying? I'm planning my next meal for my colleagues. My bike is in the shop, boo hoo, and going to happy hours without having a drink. I suppose now would be an excellent time to write up my review of Ceiba. Which, I liked. I like that I could choose any entree off the menu during Restaurant Week.
My sister had the shrimp ceviche, quite tasty. I has the special, a mushroom bisque of sorts with a dollop of crab meat. My mom had the Salmon taco, quite tasty fish. I got the pumpkin seed encrusted tilapia. The creole sauce reminded me of curry sauce, but the sweet plantain mash was quite tasty. The chocolate coffee cuban cake is to DIE for. Order it, if its the only thing you get at Ceiba. I think if I went back I would definitley aim for another soup, and spring for the mushroom again if they had it. The place is heavy on seafood. I have to admit, I'm not one hundred percent sold on Latin/Caribbean cuisine yet. Although Merkado has a made an impression on me.
restless
Mountaineers are crazy. In high school I went through an obsession of reading true stories of adventure. Like many I was captivated by Krakauer's Into Thin Air and Into the Wild. What makes someone go into a stratosphere deprived of oxygen, where vision deterioriates, and you face the 80% chance of death? I'm not sure why one needs to take adventure to that extreme.
Years ago, my family took a trip a out west, flew into Salt Lake City and then drove 4 hours into the desert to Brian Head, in Utah's Southwest. After spending a week there, exploring the nearby Cedar Breaks NM, Arches NP, Bryce Canyon NP, Grand Canyon NP, Mesa Verde NP, and Zion NP, we drove our rented Isuzu Rodeo up to Idaho, to stay 20 miles away from the Yellowstone Park entrance, and Grand Teton. While there I made a promise to do the following things:
Years ago, my family took a trip a out west, flew into Salt Lake City and then drove 4 hours into the desert to Brian Head, in Utah's Southwest. After spending a week there, exploring the nearby Cedar Breaks NM, Arches NP, Bryce Canyon NP, Grand Canyon NP, Mesa Verde NP, and Zion NP, we drove our rented Isuzu Rodeo up to Idaho, to stay 20 miles away from the Yellowstone Park entrance, and Grand Teton. While there I made a promise to do the following things:
- Canyoneer in Zion's Virgin river
- Backpack Arches NP
- Hike to the bottom of Grand Canyon, raft down the Colorado, and then take a donkey back up
- Backpack in Yellowstone
- Climb Grand Teton's Cathedral mountains
Anyone up for adventure next fall?
water works
I'm not a chic who likes to admit having emotions. But I have them. But I wondered if everyone at National Airport thought I was a bit mean looking, trying to avoid watching my mom start sobbing as my sister and her held on to eachother. My sister started to tear to. Believe me I was on the verge. I just didn't think I would help my sister much by bawling, and I had already gotten a $40 ticket in the drop off zone. She was going off to South Africa for the next two years for a Peace Corps stint.
When I went to England to see two of my cousins wed, I bawled. My male cousins thought it was hysterical. I can't even remember why such grief came over me. Something about that wedding was awfully sad and touching. Watching my uncle escort his daughter, a harsh looking patriarch, with tears streaming down his face.
Also last year when my ex and I ended it for good, my friends told me I was holding up really well. What they didn't know was that most weekend morning I was sobbing into my pillow and whenever I found myself alone in my new apartment, not knowing what else to do, I would cry as well, that lasted for maybe 5 months.
When I went to England to see two of my cousins wed, I bawled. My male cousins thought it was hysterical. I can't even remember why such grief came over me. Something about that wedding was awfully sad and touching. Watching my uncle escort his daughter, a harsh looking patriarch, with tears streaming down his face.
Also last year when my ex and I ended it for good, my friends told me I was holding up really well. What they didn't know was that most weekend morning I was sobbing into my pillow and whenever I found myself alone in my new apartment, not knowing what else to do, I would cry as well, that lasted for maybe 5 months.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
1/4
So I won't be 24 come in less than a couple weeks and I need to change my banner (its has 24 on it for some reason). I suppose I could look at it as 24 hours or something, but I think its time for a change. And here's another post I thought about last night, and didn't put up:
still finds me attractive in spectacles:feeling underdressed next to his suit
laughs easily: slaps his knee a lot
feel natural around: censor my speech
easy going evening: can't sleep b/c thinking about him too much
makes fun of fiction: makes fiction
feel confident about introducing him to my friends: worry about introducing him to my friends
calls me for a date: e-mails me two hours after we were supposed to meet for a date
can tell what's on his mind: can't tell what's on his mind
nervous on the first date: confident or egotistical on the first date?
feels more like a brother than a boyfriend: feels like he'll hurt me in the end
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
days off
One Friday, last month, a good friend and I eased through the mad rush hour traffic, content that we would be floating, flying, skipping, with cool breezes on the water. I thought to myself, I could get used to not working. Especially seeing the stressed out faces on commuters stuck in Alexandria.
Sunday, August 07, 2005
on
Friday I drank too much. It's typically what happens when I have a weekend off these days, I get completely shit-faced like a 16 year old at someone's house when the rents are gone. Usually I schedule rockclimbing the next morning. And usually its a good way to sweat out the hang over. But today hurt, oh I so hurt. My hip joints are crazy popping.
I have one more weekend before I pull my disappearing act again. On other news (skip if you're bored my climbing lingo), I found out hangover or not, not climbing for two weeks seriously deteriorates my forearms. Or should I do a warm up before tackling my nemesis? Everyone says its difficult, but they can complete it, but I can't. Even delivery room gave me trouble after I completely maxed out my forearms. Amazingly enough I'm doing the layback better but getting used to the cracks is not good for my typical favorites, the nubble face climbs (which are fine I guess with the help of a few flakes). My grip has also deterioriated. Hopefully next weekend I'll be practicing attaching anchors for a go at sport climbing.
The last time I went climbing I also gardened, we did a chimney for a beginner climb in the Cornice area. As the first person to go up the chimney, I found it was over grown with thorns, so I spent a decent part of the time pulling them out with only a bandana wrapped about my hands. The cornice roof however still remains my nemesis.
I have one more weekend before I pull my disappearing act again. On other news (skip if you're bored my climbing lingo), I found out hangover or not, not climbing for two weeks seriously deteriorates my forearms. Or should I do a warm up before tackling my nemesis? Everyone says its difficult, but they can complete it, but I can't. Even delivery room gave me trouble after I completely maxed out my forearms. Amazingly enough I'm doing the layback better but getting used to the cracks is not good for my typical favorites, the nubble face climbs (which are fine I guess with the help of a few flakes). My grip has also deterioriated. Hopefully next weekend I'll be practicing attaching anchors for a go at sport climbing.
The last time I went climbing I also gardened, we did a chimney for a beginner climb in the Cornice area. As the first person to go up the chimney, I found it was over grown with thorns, so I spent a decent part of the time pulling them out with only a bandana wrapped about my hands. The cornice roof however still remains my nemesis.
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