August 17, 2007
Last night I had this Trading Tribe meeting at my place. I’ve been doing it for a couple of years. It’s interesting – but I think I’m about done with it and ready to move on. It’s about setting goals, improving your life, and mainly learning to feel feelings, especially the ones that make you uncomforable. The theory is there is no such thing as a ‘bad’ feeling, they are all good and are all telling you something. but don’t bottle them up. If you do they creep out when you least expect it and cause trouble. My thought is the group is too focused on ‘problems’ and not enough on positive thiniing and feeling and getting excited about the future. I think you need to feel good and think about what you want and then you can get it. If you don’t know what you want – it’s hard to get it. The clearer you are on goals, the better. I’ve read bunches of books these last few years and they are starting to sink in. Karim Hajee, The millionaire Moses, Billionaire book by somebody, Excuse me your life is waiting, Think and Grow Rich, The Power of Now, the Bible, Autobiography of a Yogi, The Secret, and a bunch of others. Great stuff, all say simlar things in different ways and all were valuable in some ways.
Going to a wedding this weekend, Lisa can’t go. It’s in Ohio. My good friend Persephone (is that a great name or what? She looks probably like you’d expect her to) is flying in from her mountain home in Utah to roadtrip with me, so that’ll be a great time. Missing out on the Air and Water show her.
After the meeting last night which finished early I cruised down to the beach on foot. I waded into the surf and then climbed up on a lifeguard stand. What a night. I’m addicted to the beach these days. Feels like summer is winding down so I’m soaking it up. Good times! Check out the panorama video I took from the lifeguard chair.
Had lunch at Perry’s today with Dave – when you use a cell phone in there they set off this REALLY loud alarm until you turn it off – pretty hilarious and different. And the sandwiches are absolutely Enormous. Enough meat for three.
August 8, 2007
So I’ve written a few stories. Check out http://www.sailingbreezes.com/sailing_breezes_current/articles/may06/macrace.htm
I’ve also written some other stories, I’ll throw those up a few at a time.
I need to get a trip planned – a bunch of buddies are going to Argentina next week to ski – I’m just not in the mood to ski in the summer – it sounds sort of cool… but not really. I’m in beach and sail mode. Plenty of time to ski this winter.
Taught climbing at the gym Monday – no takers! Zero customers, oh well – I need to bang out another twelve to be a slightly more legit twelve climber – however I’m in shape to climb like 10a right now, maybe this fall I’ll take some trips and work on it. Southern Illinois – Cranial Implosion is on my list, soft 12 some say, I’d still like to get it. Velvet Green was my first and only 5.12 to date. What a beautiful climb – two heel hooks and a single finger pocket going to the fourth clip. Got it after probably twenty goes over a period of 9 months I’d say. Took one particularly nasty fall where I caught the rope, flipped, and slammed into the wall – ow. Nothing broken and no blood, was bruised for a week. My belayer girl, Kristen, was a little rusty – at the one-finger crux I said “watch me” – which she interpreted as “keep me tight” – thus yanking the rope in tight when I was extremely precariously balanced, 40 feet off the deck. The slightest pressure would have pulled me off, she essentially yanked me off and down I went. Should not have had my foot over the rope either, got a nice rope burn along my leg, yowch.
Last night I went into a bar for the birthday party of my best bud from college, Dave. I had biked down to the lake and gone swimming in Lake Michigan, and had left my ID in my swimsuit. The bouncer was adamant about not letting me in (I’m 37) which is fairly ridiculous and then treated me like a criminal, making me stand outside and not letting me tell my bud. It used to be one of my favorite bars, the Map Room here in Chicago. The guy was such a jerk on a power trip and really got me angry – I get mad so rarely, it takes a special person and this guy pulled it off. Anyways, on account of that the party left the bar and moved on to another place – pretty cool of everybody. My fault for not having an ID but it could have been handled far, far better. I doubt I’ll ever go back unfortunately.
Wednesday sailing beer can races called off tonight… what to do with the evening…