So I’ve become less consistent in my posting. Now it’s more exciting. Will I post? Won’t I post? Is it Thursday? Maybe it’s not Thursday over there…
Grad school is pesky, at least this week, and last. But my camera still works. So if you scroll down you can at least have something to look at.
I’ve been consistently projecting and I’m feeling dandy. I’m trying to enjoy crimps (small edges for those non-lingo types) more, as the trips coming up, Red Rocks and Joe’s Valley, have their fair share of small holds. Also, I want to be more well rounded. Like a ball.
Now, rolling along, Matt and I designed a stellar new hat, and you should check it out. Maybe even buy one. Corduroy is the next big thing. I’m calling it. Also patches. I like patches.
Someday I’ll actually sit down and write about climbing, like an actual thing. I’ve almost motivated to discuss the idea of projecting and trying hard, but in a painfully obvious irony, I do not wish to put in enough effort this morning to really voice the issues. So be on the look out for that. I’ll even be sure not to do it on a Thursday… Ha, that’s pretty unlikely. Thursdays are my days, man.
This is the 10th installment of Black and White Thursdays, and now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should think of a new thing to do… Something cool and hip, to keep up with the times. As I rack my rickety brain take a looksie:
I’m not even going to suggest when the next post might be. I don’t want to be tied down or anything, ya know? Later tater.