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29-Apr-2015 11:03:23 AM
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(I debated about posting this to the short stories thread instead of starting this one. ~> Posts can be a simple one-liner, or ponder a bit more deeply...).
Time is double-edged:
The funny thing about time whether one frantically races or steadily proceeds, is that one seldom has a sense of it passing. If boredom is the awareness of time passing, intense focus is the opposite as it makes the arms of the clock seem arbitrarily placed.
Two hours can feel like a minute in climbing. Once the protection is placed and the move made, normal time suddenly restarts. You can hear your breathing again. Then you start wondering: How long till the topout? How long till the rope runs out? How many placements do I need to make before then? What time will I get home tonight?
It’s not until the last move is made that you feel the length of the day, the drag or spring in your step.
Those last moves can feel like anvils. Can I stay here longer? No. A sigh, and Earth continues to rotate back toward the Sun.
In a fall, time feels less like a ticking clock, and more like a state of being focussed on the moment; indeed time can seem to slow incredibly and seconds can then become hours.
On a climb the position of the clock’s hands might seem arbitrary, but never meaningless, but at the end the time of day means nothing, the day of the week scarcely more so.
Most climbing ambitions are either achieved or abandoned; either way, they belong to the past. The future, instead of the ascendancy toward the goals of life, flattens out into a perpetual present.
Sated joy on remembering, a joy unknown prior, a joy that does not hunger for more and more, but rests, satisfied in this time, right now, ... that is where it is at.
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29-Apr-2015 11:27:19 AM
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You'll never win the "in 10 words or less why I like cornflakes" challenge :p
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29-Apr-2015 11:39:58 AM
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They're crunchy, and full of sugar.
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29-Apr-2015 1:03:56 PM
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Cornflakes, cornflakes, cornflakes, cornflakes, cornflakes, cornflakes, cornflakes
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29-Apr-2015 4:20:46 PM
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In a slightly reflective mood there Rod.
I find as I get older I ponder the vagaries of time more... is that because I'm running out of it. Still got a big bucket list.
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29-Apr-2015 5:05:16 PM
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Was that edited or stream of consciousness?
Pen and paper or fingers to the iPad?
And how long did it take to write ;) ?
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29-Apr-2015 5:27:36 PM
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You're asking Eduardo, right?
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29-Apr-2015 5:37:22 PM
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I'd be happy to hear your reply! - did you go back and add the punctuation?
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29-Apr-2015 8:06:33 PM
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the shoe does not care which foot the sock is on
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29-Apr-2015 10:07:39 PM
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On 29/04/2015 salty crag wrote:
>I find as I get older I ponder the vagaries of time more... is that because
>I'm running out of it. Still got a big bucket list.
I'm finding that I ponder vaginaries less of the time.........probably running out. I still have a big bucket hat though.
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30-Apr-2015 9:39:59 PM
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how many bowls have you smoked bro
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16-Jun-2015 1:22:21 PM
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This held a fall...
(Pic ripped off TimP's Climb Design site!)
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16-Jun-2015 1:27:08 PM
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Looks ok.
I wonder if blutack helps or hinders sling adhesion?
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3-Feb-2016 11:12:46 AM
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On the subject of phasmids, Balls Pyramid, and the abundant bird-life that roosts there...
Hmm.
Why haven't the phasmids been eaten by the birds?
Another thought.
When Luigi Cani and Jeb Corliss wingsuit-flew in close proximity to Balls Pyramid in 2013 it was 'legal' because the LHI Board of Management has no control over the airspace there.
That same mob cite that climbing is too dangerous so they prohibit it there...
Hmm.
~> I would think that the risk of bird-strike while wingsuiting (think 200 kph impact), is significantly more dangerous to the adventurer concerned, than roped climbers ascending a precipitous ridge in relatively slow motion...
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