06 June 2011

News from the Capital

It seems kind of pitiful. We live in the capital of New Mexico – Santa Fe. Our skies have been obscured for days with smoke from the wildfires in nearby Arizona. Today, after several days of smoke, the local paper finally deigns to mention it.

Conversely, TWO DAYS AGO we saw an article on the BBC website (“British” Broadcasting Company) news about the fires. British. UK. Europe.

Our local paper is more interested in drug dealers being shot, in misdeeds in the Santa Fe police department, in local jack-off politics than in news that directly impacts the residents of this community.

For years I’ve been bemoaning the state of newspapers in this country. Even the big ones seem stuck in the 1970s. I’ve given up on the New York Times since they instituted a pay wall. For national news I now go to NPR and the BBC.

Sarah Palin should love it – the fewer people who read real news, the better for her shining example of idiocy.

01 June 2011

Art or Security?

Is it art...

...or is it security?


The original complete photo, below.

23 May 2011

Lance Armstrong

No matter how you feel about 7-time Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong, he has never tested positive for drugs. But now, a second admitted liar/cheater/whiner/doper is seeking a book deal, and is (again and again and again) accusing Lance of getting away with doping.

A few years back, Floyd Landis claimed Armstrong doped. The same Floyd who “won” the Tour but was stripped of his title for drugs. (And thus denied the rightful winner all the appropriate acclaim.) Floyd wrote a book (wonderfully titled “Positively False”) protesting his innocence. Then – finally – he admits he’s a doper, a cheat, and a liar. But he still accuses Lance.

Now Tyler Hamilton, too, claims Armstrong doped. The same Tyler who has twice tested positive and who received an 8-year ban from the sport. The same Tyler who “wins” an Olympic gold medal (and thus denies… oh, you get the idea), but now admits his cheating, lying, and doping.

I’ve never been a Lance “fan,” even during my (admittedly low-level) bike racing days. (And I have criticized Lance’s charity previously on this blog.) But I will continue to give the man the benefit of the doubt. Re-read the first sentence in this post. Lance has performed as no other cyclist ever has – and over a phenomenally long timeframe. Draw your own conclusions, but never forget the phrase, “fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.” Floyd and Tyler are proven liars and cheats. Who would you prefer to believe?

Here’s the BBC’s article about the controversy, reporting on Tyler’s accusation against the UCI (cycling’s governing body) for aiding and abetting Lance. Nothing would be better if Floyd and Tyler disappeared quickly and quietly.

05 May 2011

Obama 1 Osama 0

As would be expected, there’s a tremendous amount of CRAP being spewed about the killing of Osama bin Laden. It’s a conspiracy. It was an assassination/murder. The Muslims will deify bin Laden and make him a martyr. His grave will become a shrine. The U.S. simply screwed up and is issuing massively conflicting accounts of the operation.

So what?

A mass murderer has been eliminated. No matter how it occurred, the Muslims would whine, threaten, and protest. Maybe the ones who are congregating on the beaches of the Arabian Sea (which they’re already apparently calling the Martyr’s Sea) will just keep walking until their turbans float.

This operation was meant to be a find-and-kill mission. It’s a mystery why the U.S. administration didn’t come out and say so. (Oh, wait, that’s politics.) Who cares about offending Muslim sensibilities? When I was involved with wilderness search-and-rescue work, we always had a focus (of course, on saving lives) and a plan, and the Seals who performed this mission were supremely trained professionals with a specific focus. Kill bin Laden. I just wish our so-often wishy-washy government could have come out and said so. I doubt – despite administration PR hokum – that there was ever the slightest intent to “capture” bin Laden alive. None.

Nonetheless, one less Muslim terrorist is alive on this planet. My hope is that the word gets around – the word to the terrorists is that someday, somehow, somewhere, we’re (U.S. commandos) going to get you. We need to create a feeling among the radical Muslims that our zeal for vengeance will be unlimited. That it will match the Muslim zeal for killing innocent civilians in retaliation for drawing cartoons or burning a book. Maybe the Muslims won’t (at first) completely get it, but if a few more Muslims eventually start to believe that there is no quarter, no sorrow on our part – well, maybe we can eliminate even more terrorists. Maybe we can make our world a slightly safer place.

Every time we have another MGB (Mohammed Go Boom), we wring our hands and worry about Muslim sensibilities. We (western civilization) need to get over it. Until the Muslim world decides it’s somehow worthwhile to leave the 7th century and enter the 21st, there will be no solution. Until the Muslim world begins to treat women with respect (bravo to France for the law against the burqa), until that Muslim world itself begins to denounce suicide bombers and civilian murders and stoning women to death, our best response is “the bin Laden doctrine” – if you’re a terrorist and we find you, you’re dead. No fucking Guantanamo trials, no questions, no arrests. Just goodbye.

07 March 2011

The Shed


The Shed restaurant, Santa Fe, where everything on the menu looks and sounds great but is too hot to taste any real flavor. Nonetheless, a local's favorite. Makes a pretty picture at night, though. (Handheld at very low shutter speed, with a Nikon Vibration-Reducing lens.)

06 February 2011

Stuff

I’ve been addicted to stuff – toys, tools, gear – for most of my life. At one time, I had lists upon lists of stuff I wanted or thought I needed. Bikes, canoes, boots, clothing, tents, packs. I was an outdoor-gear junkie, sure, but a lot of that gear was actually essential for my lifestyle. If I was gonna race bikes, I needed good bikes. If I was heading out for a ski mountaineering expedition, I wanted quality gear to keep me comfortable and (hopefully) alive.

But although I still bike, ski, and hike, the intensity has become toned down, quieted. The adventures are shorter and less frequent. My desire to get back to a nice dinner and a glass of wine is just as important.

A few weeks ago, I was working in the garage, and then later sorting clothes and stuff in an overstuffed bedroom closet. Looking at the three bikes hanging from the rafters of the garage and my four pairs of downhill skis and three pairs of cross-country skis and the ski jackets and bike shorts and hiking socks in the closet, I realized that I probably will never need a new piece of outdoor gear again in my life. Which was a liberating and simultaneously depressing thought. Unless I break a ski (before I break my leg) or wear out a pair of hiking boots (more likely), my current gear will last me the rest of my outdoor life. The rest of my life.


Years ago, when I was about 40, I was driving to Moab, Utah, to go mountain biking for the weekend. My girlfriend and I were discussing where to camp, what to cook for dinner, and as we drove I began doing some mental calculations. I realized that between my late 20s and that drive to Moab, I’d probably spent nearly 400 nights sleeping outside. And I’d never been a professional guide or outfitter – just an everyday outdoor junkie. A year of my life (over a roughly 10-year span – 1 of every 10 nights) spent sleeping in the dirt. We stayed in a motel that night, and had a clean shower after our ride.

I know I’ve gotten soft. But I’ve also become OK with that. I had many great adventures in the wilderness of Colorado, Washington, Alaska, California, and many other places. Yet even as I’ve slowed down, I’ve still hiked the Vienna Woods of Austria (extremely tame), the Triglav Alps of Slovenia, the highlands and islands of Scotland, and the mogotes of Cuba. In various mountain ranges – even in these “civilized” United States – I’ve set foot on patches of this earth that may not have seen another footprint for decades, if ever.

For awhile I had a bit of a competitive streak, although I was never really exceptional at anything. I raced mountain bikes, whitewater canoes, running races. I sought out new climbing routes. (In the climbing world, “first ascents” are a big deal, even if it’s a short climb a few yards from another line up the same cliff.) But I could also be happily non-competitive. I spent many rewarding years on a Colorado Search-and-Rescue team helping hapless (or frequently, clueless) souls out of the wilderness. Sometimes we couldn’t help them – their time had come and gone.

And I guess that’s the horizon I’m seeing. Not just in an outdoor adventure sense, but I can see the horizon line of my life much more clearly. I don’t think I’m fatalistic, but I realize our time on earth is finite. I realize the sunset over the edge of the mountains is quite a bit closer for me. And I think I’m completely at peace with that.

If I can get out for a hike most days; get on my bike occasionally; spend half-a-dozen days (instead of five dozen) on the ski slopes each year (more likely in the warmer spring days now, though); and keep fit and healthy enough to drink good wine and eat fine meals with my friends and loved ones… that will be enough.

I’d be happy to garden (a surprisingly significant amount of exercise) year round; maybe I’ll take up golf again (after 40 years off). I’ll probably… no, I’ll NEVER… paddle a Class IV rapid again. I’ll never again ski two days into a backcountry campsite to climb a peak in winter. I’ll never rock climb 5.11 again.

And it’s all OK. Because for the things I still can and want to do, I have all the stuff I’ll ever need. And someday – someday – I’ll have one hell of a garage sale of vintage outdoor stuff.

Val d’Isere, France, 2006

28 January 2011

Digital Black & White

14 January 2011

Birds in Flight


Sandhill cranes and snow geese, Bosque del Apache, New Mexico

12 January 2011

I'm Not Even Sure What to Title This

When events such as the Tucson murders occur, the American media (on both sides of the political spectrum) start peeing on themselves to prove their (often dubious) points. In such times, we tend to turn to the international media (no, not the International Herald Tribune, which is just the New York Times in disguise). The Guardian UK is admittedly a liberal publication, yet still has some of the most insightful comments on many aspects of American politics.

The Tucson madman is surely that – deranged. And whether or not he was influenced by conservative hate speech will be impossible to determine. Yet the fact is that such hate speech exists – and its existence is denied by the radical right. Sarah Palin and Glenn Beck, separated at birth.

Sarah Palin had the opportunity to lower the rhetoric and raise the bar of civility. Her statements (on Twitter and Facebook!) show her true identity. Here’s the best commentary about her inability to act as a humane and intelligent human being. From the Guardian UK.

11 January 2011

Wikipedia Hacked

This is great. Someone has hacked Wikipedia. Type in "GOP" and the entry for "Mental retardation" pops up. It will probably be gone by the time you read this, but....