a secret city

Well… I’m getting better.  I’ve been stuck on a few longer books and have been lacking motivation in general to read anything else, but this is what I’ve been working on:

• Mistborn: The Hero of Ages – Brian Sanderson
• Stranger in a Strange Land – Robert Heinlein
• Skin Trade – Laurell K. Hamilton

So not great, but not awful either. At least I finished the books I set my mind to, this time. Even if the Heinlein book was a carryover from last month (shh).

Anyone have any suggestions of what to read next?

Try:

75 minutes of thunderstorms with the Jurassic Park Theme slowed down to 54 minutes long.

All to help you through.

Yours,

K

PS: What also never fails to cheer:

• Loving You Tonight by Andrew Allen
• Go Do by Jónsi
• Something Good Can Work (Ted & Francis Remix) by Two Door Cinema Club

Just saying.

Even my boss can tell something’s wrong.

Continue reading this ship is taking me far away

I wish I was enough.

At 4 AM, it’s difficult to get out of bed. It’s colder, the air dry. Limbs move slowly. Brain functions are minimal.

At 4 AM, things are painful. Hot water on the scalp. Knees popping. Lotion burning brittle skin.

At 5 AM, eating is a chore. It’s too early to be hungry, but it’ll be a long time before food and water are available again.

At 5 AM, the roads are dark and quiet. Time stands unmoving in the darkness before dawn.

At 6 AM, security moves quickly. Nobody questions a pale face and bed hair. Lines are quiet and orderly. The corridors smell like coffee.

At 6 AM, passengers are quiet. The plane sits, immutable, under the dark sky. The cabin is gloomy. No conversations, no laughter. Stillness.

At 7 AM, a sudden rumbling breaks through dream. To the east and out the window, the sunrise cuts through a slate swath of cloud. Vermillion striped with teal and marigold, colored ripples in the small piece of open air. We slide into more cloud, the stripe of dawn obscured by grey haze, seemingly endless for now.

At 9 AM, the mist and spray hissing off the road is so difficult to see through that traffic is almost at a stop. The peace of the morning has gone, replaced by the grinding of traffic, the regular motions of a city at work. It’s Monday again. Monday at home.

Because climbing is so new to me, the smaller details are still cause for amazement and much reflection. For instance, the way that lifting and running and cardio has not prepared me at all for some of the trials that I’ve only started to come across when on the wall. And the way that even [...]

Today so far hasn’t been that bad.

i’ve been thinking of julie shaw lately, and hoping with everything i have that she’ll turn the corner and be okay. paltry words for a situation beyond our control, but it never hurts to hope. she has been and continues to be an inspiration despite this setback. if anyone can pull through, it’s her.

Another year has gone by, and what a fast one this was. And I’m not sure of the reason, but I had never reviewed 2010 for some reason, and now a whole additional year has passed. Amazing.

Sometimes I get in these moods that I can’t shake on my own.