Monthly Archives: March 2008

If I Had A Million Dollars

Some friends of ours once took their teenagers to see Barenaked Ladies.  (Yes, I know they’re Canadian…)  Much to the kids’ disappointment – and to the relief of the parents – they didn’t actually get to see any bare-naked ladies.  (No, I’m not going to give a link for that one – just for fun, Google it on your own…)  So much for truth in advertising!


Speaking of advertising, our best former vice-president has a brand new bag. (Best?  It’s a slim list, I grant you – but name another VP who has ever done anything besides open his own museum.)  If I had a million dollars – let alone $300 Million – I would do something like he’s doing with it, for sure.

I swear I would.  Well, I would do good with at least $275 Million of it, or so.  You could still do a LOT of good with $275 Million, right?  I mean, on a percentage basis it’s not that much different, is it?

We should give him the Nobel Prize.  

Ooops.  Too late.  He’s already earned that, also.  Maybe he’d settle for a re-vote in Florida, then?  Dang – wouldn’t you know that it’s too late for that, too…

ps for the link-averse:  Al Gore is donating all the proceeds from his books, his movie An Inconvenient Truth, and from his Nobel Prize winnings to fight global warming.  All told, he’s giving away $300 Million to create awareness about the problem.  The key method – at the start – will be a series of ads that highlight the importance of this cause.  Pretty cool, huh?

Frank’s A Cake Now

So those of you who climb with me know that my chalkbag has a name. His name is Frank and I made him in late 2004. Some call him morbid, others call him cute and adorable. Everyone has an opinion though. I love him, as any good parent should.

Yesterday a very special person baked me maybe the best cake I’ve ever seen. It was Frank. In cake form…


Needless to say, I was psyched. It had everything!! A missing head and even the offset buttons!! Plus it was double chocolate chip.

For those of you who want to know, there was a head. It was chopped off and kept separate for later enjoyment.

The End of the End

Well, here it is. This is the final week of Curling for me. We’re in the playdowns, Curling speak for playoffs, and we’re sitting pretty well. We did well enough throughout the regular season to be one of four teams to get a bye through the first round. We play in the second round tonight and we’ll have to win our next three games to get to the finals.

Unfortunately we have the luck of playing against Dave Brown. Dave is coming off of a very recent victory at the U.S. Club National Championships.
It’s been kinda cool to see how many National level teams have come out of Madison. Surprising too actually. Both the men’s and women’s National Championships went to teams out of Madison. Also the Boy’s and Girl’s Junior National Champs had team members from Madison. The Boy’s team also won the Junior World Championships. Then there is the Men’s Senior team that got 3rd at Nationals.
It’s a different world for me coming from the climbing side of life where all of the talent is seemingly in either Colorado or Europe somewhere. I love the fact that I don’t grasp the level of talent that I’m playing with. It’s fun to be oblivious sometimes.

Be Aware – Cycling Season Is Here

Having recently been on the wrong end of a high-speed game of bumper-pool, I thought that y’all might want to see this.  The bottom line:  Let’s be careful out there, and be aware.

Pain Tolerance

This past Tuesday I went up to Devil’s Lake to climb for an afternoon. I was able to hop on one of my many projects, Rubberman. I had put in a very short day of work on it a couple years ago and was shut down hard by the first couple of moves. I lowered off without making any progress and was thoroughly humbled by it.


Coming back alone this year brought a little more light to the subject though. I don’t know how much stronger physically I am compared to two years ago. My mental strength has changed though, as it should. This was helped along by doing Perfect Medium last year. Perfect has the sharpest hold I’ve ever used. The crux revolves around being able to shut out the pain factor and just going for it, which meant punching through and using that horrible razor edge.

Getting humbled on Perfect Medium

It hurts, but after you do it a few times it gets easier and easier…or you just go numb from pain and forget about it. Either way it gets more tolerable. For Perfect Medium my key was just forgetting about how much the first move hurt and just press on. “It’ll be over soon” I kept telling myself.

Sticking the painful crux move on the send

I find the first move on Rubberman falling in the same arena. I tried the move a couple times without really committing. Finally I grabbed the hold a little harder, forgot about the blood blisters and nearly stuck the move. With a little more work it’ll go and I’ll never have to use that stupid two-and-a-half-finger razor again.


In the land of hard Devil’s Lake climbs there are very few that don’t revolve around this same issue. Forget about the pain for a second and just hold on tight. It seems so simple now but I’m glad that I’m getting used to the idea before spending more time on my next project…

Thaw

On Monday, Pete and I took what will probably be the last skate-ski of the season.  Monday bloomed balmy at just over freezing, which was significantly warmer than the single-digit temps we had last weekend.  With daylight savings time in effect, we just had to get out in the warm afternoon sun.  The skiing was good, with a soft top over a solid base and ice in spots.  Now it’s all but gone.  I’ll miss the skiing, but not the snow.


I hadn’t realized how claustrophobic I had been feeling while driving around all this winter until the five-foot piles of snow and ice beside every road disappeared.  I’ve become used to pulling into just about every intersection blindly, because – honestly – it has been just about impossible to see what’s coming because of the heaps of snow.  They did what they could to plow, but the snow had to go somewhere.  They piled it off the side (or just to the side) of every road.  Each little street was narrowed to one lane.  

One of the best things about flying out of the Alaska Range in a small airplane is the steep descent from snow and ice to the balmy air over the tundra.  It smells green and lush, almost tropical, even.  The pilots open the windows so that you can just drink in this rich, colorful air.  This week, the air around Madison smelled brown as snow turned to puddles and puddles turned to mud.  The mud spawned mold and the air tasted of earth.  On Thursday, I took out my bike for the first honest-to-goodness outdoor ride of the season.  Riding by the sewage-treatment plant on the Capital City Loop was a special treat.

We wake each morning to new songbirds.  I heard a mourning dove the other day.  The sky is full of geese again and the occasional pair of cranes.  The crows croak of winter, and nobody listens to them any longer.  

Don’t get me wrong:  They’re projecting snow again next week, but it’s no longer winter.  Every day the ground gets warmer, and the ice will continue to thaw.

Spring is for Cyclocross


The bicycle commute is a tad more hazardous this spring. But have no fear, the Madison Pothole Patrol is on the prowl. Even Mayor Dave is in on the action.

Fed Up With Winter, Madison Won’t Take It Anymore

(reproduced in its entirety from The Badger Herald:)

Fed up with winter, Madison won’t take it anymore
by Jacquelyn Ryberg
Monday, March 10, 2008

Despite remaining snow and persistently cold temperatures, Mayor Dave Cieslewicz on Friday declared the official start of spring in Madison was Sunday at 2 a.m.

Typically the official start of spring is March 20, but a suggestion from Darren Bush, owner of a local paddle sport shop called Rutabaga, persuaded Cieslewicz to move the date up two weeks because of unusually harsh conditions citizens had to endure this winter.

According to George Twigg, spokesperson for Cieslewicz, the mayor wanted citizens to look forward to spring and forget about subzero temperatures and record snowfall experienced over the past months.

“It has been a long winter — tough all around,” Twigg said. “I think everyone is looking forward to spring and getting back out on the Union Terrace and enjoying some warm weather.”

A leisurely bike ride gone wrong triggered Bush’s proposal to push the date back to March 9, he said.

“I went for a bike ride last Sunday, hit some ice and went down really hard,” Bush said. “That made me really grumpy, and I said we are done. I called the mayor’s office, and I thought he would ignore it, but it worked.”

Bush said he spoke with University of Wisconsin astronomy professor Jim Lattis to see exactly how to make spring come earlier.

According to Lattis, the actual advancement of spring would require a large object, such as Jupiter, to increase the gravitational pull on Earth, which would cause serious ramifications.

“There would be environmental problems in causing the earth to shift so rapidly,” Lattis said. “It would change ocean currents, disrupt tidal patterns and just all kinds of stuff that would certainly have permanent effects.”

Lattis said this suggestion was impractical and proposed to simply change the date, although this would not change the weather any sooner.

“The time change is something we do have control over,” Lattis added. “Symbolically we have declared spring by the changing of the clocks, but it is kind of an arbitrary choice as to when to declare spring.”

According to Bush, the early declaration might make spring come a little earlier this year.

“It is kind of like Peter Pan; if everyone just wishes really hard it will happen,” Bush said. “If we can talk ourselves into a recession, we can talk ourselves into spring.”

Lattis said the mayor’s decision to officially start spring early would get citizens’ minds looking ahead.

“We need some psychological relief, and we need some reason to start thinking about spring,” Lattis said. “It is really a matter of what we all agree to do together. If we all agree to start acting like it’s spring, I think it will change our attitude and make us all be a little happier.”

According to Twigg, the mayor agrees the early declaration will convince citizens to look ahead to warm weather.

“Every little bit helps,” Twigg said. “Spring is a state of mind to some degree, so let us declare it spring and hope for the best.”

Vogue

Pete strikes the pose.

This past weekend at Canoecopia, Pete earned a new nickname. Well – truth be told – he got a couple new nicknames, but we can’t print some of them here because this is a family-friendly blog.  Still:  Meet “GQ-tucki.”  

Be sure and ask him about the blue filter that’s available for the Tikka XP, too.  ”Mood lighting,” indeed…

Front Page, Above-The-Fold

It’s not every day that you wake-up to find your wife on the front page of the paper.  On the website, there’s a video and everything.  (Watch for bonus footage of my son John-Pio on her back, too…)  Vera is a pretty inspiring climber, and once a year she teaches a class for women age forty and over.  For all the right reasons this struck a nerve with the local editor, so there you go.


Also from a breaking-news perspective, contrary to the aisle gossip at Canoecopia this weekend Pete did in fact recover from a bad case of Irish flu.  He’s not dead yet, in any event.  Thanks for all the concern, flowers, and phone numbers.  

(By the way people, he’s got a steady; for that matter, so does my wife.)

Lastly, the revolution will not be televised, but there will most certainly be blog posts.  Watch this space…