I was born into the chaos at the very beginning of one of the major crises of a state: the collapse of the Soviet Union.Read More The State of flux
I was casually shooting arrows into the target on a hill deep in the woods of my backyard in VT, where trees install satellite dishes to listen to the stars. Suddenly, I heard the rustling of the leaves, slower than that stirred up by squirrels or chipmunks. I turned into a tree and after a […]Read More Nan-Chuck the Woodchuck
At the end of the day, all I want is to have the freedom, the choice, to take my shirt off when it’s hot, and I’m sweating; and for my body to not be sexualized. Is that too much to ask?Read More Captain Tits Out: everything you wanted to know but were afraid to ask
“…the mystery of dropping the stays’l down and the fact that scandalizing mainsail has nothing to do with trying to publicly embarrass it.”Read More A THOUSAND MILES IN EIGHT DAYS: A PLAY AT SEA IN THREE ACTS. ACT THREE.
The waves are rolling
The wind is blowing
The ship flies fast
We have a blast.Read More A Thousand Miles In Eight Days: A Play At Sea in Three Acts. Act Two.
Setting: A tall ship (clipper schooner) in the Atlantic Ocean making a voyage from Jacksonville, FL to Boston, MA. Cast of characters: Natty (first-season deckhand, main protagonist, sometimes antagonizes out of boredom) Christian (second-season deckhand, frugal with words, kind with animals, has occasional luck with jokes) Tobey (deckhand, extremely knowledgeable on knots, splicing, and sailing […]Read More A Thousand Miles In Eight Days: A Play At Sea In Three Acts. ACT ONE.
It’s not a new thought, to me or in the general human universe, that the more one knows, the less one knows. Personally, it has applied to and has proven true in a handful of subjects I’ve dove into head first throughout my life: languages, sports, photography, making terrible puns, etc. A similarly senile phenomenon […]Read More Coaching with and for Experts: An Expert’s Note
In part one, we got a taster of what it’s like to be a pretty duck in a today’s climbing gym. This time, I want to talk about what it’s like to be a pretty duck among other pretty ducks, outside. Specifically, within the framework of one special event, Women’s Bouldering Festival at Fontainebleau. For […]Read More Fontainebleau Part 2: all the pretty ducks
But in the moment even the “I’m a pretty duck” leaves me alone whilst I reign in my raging Hounds of Apocalypse: madness in their eyes, gnarly teeth, and blood-thirsty tongues dripping saliva, that is my righteous What-The-Actual-Duck wrath.Read More Fontainebleau: Part 1: I’m A Pretty Duck (who climbs)
I own this tank top. A couple sizes too big. My favorite thing really. Wear it everywhere: parkour, climbing, beers out. It is soft, purple, and carries words in yellow font that read: “just go climb”. I got it from Gabi and Brandon (@justgoclimb and @thefoxes) when they were Airstreaming it across the […]Read More Just Go Climb: report from Shagg Crag