the need for some big audacious conclusion

 what about the need for some big audacious conclusion?

what this blog needs is for some big audacious conclusion.

But, to really have that it's better if you've been building tension and raising the stakes in some way over time. 

This blog is like taking a really long walk and thinking stuff and sometimes finding stuff and looking at it and thinking about it.

Crab is the other character. Or possibly only character.

Teleology is the view that things are defined by their end. Things exist for the purpose of meeting an end.

Etiology is the study of causes and origins.

Deontology is unrelated to the study of Deion "Primetime" Sanders. It's the view that 'good' or 'bad' actions are independent of outcomes and the goodness or badness of something is based on its adherence to certain rules or principles. 

There is no end point to this blog. It's not building to anything. There is no origin either really. My friends in high school had them and I made one too. 

It does adhere to a certain imperative though. To post. Make a post. 

If this blog has any destiny it's to be an ancient artifact that we have long since lost the context to possibly understand.

That's where the money is.

The Eight Great Soup Dangers

 this section does not include mention of the lesser soup dangers

1- Soup too hot

2- Soup too cold

3- Soup is poison

4- Soup too salty

5- Soup too watery

6- Soup congealed

7- Soup corrupted

8- Soup too little

what if you could stack your laters to the ceiling and back?

your drive around with all your laters in the trunk of your car?

or be buried with your laters?

have all your laters with you all the time and always collecting more.

more laters. more laters.

 I was watching a video made by a climbing coach today and he was talking about climbers who prioritize safety and security and how that can lead to your world becoming smaller and smaller. If you become completely risk-averse over improving then the scope of what you're willing to try narrows. 

Some might argue that dwelling is an attitude where you intentionally shrink your world and narrow your focus and that's a fair point. I would counter that by saying if you go to a forest and just run around and try to see every tree in the forest as fast as possible you probably will see more trees than someone who stops to sit still. But the person that stops and sits is the one who's going to see the animals come out of hiding and hear the songs of the birds and experience the actual life of the woods. Anything worthwhile takes a moment of stillness to realize. Which animal comes out when someone is rushing around like a maniac? A little yippy dog. You can love a little yippy dog but do you love that it just mindlessly barks at anything and everyone? Even people that love their dog more than anything will still put on the most bitter annoyed voice you've ever heard to say, "SHUT UP COCO!"

But I also think it's a tricky thing to know which is which. I think there is worthwhile meaning to be found in doing one thing all the way but also it's a trap to close the world off because of fear. So, like, meditate on that.

was proud of my climbing league write up today

 WEEK THREE (but it’s your dad talking while you have to help him in the garage)

The thing about Climbing League, kids, is this: they’re gonna try to tell you after Week Two that it’s all wrapped up with a pretty bow and said and done and nothing to see here and better start heading to your cars early to beat the traffic. That’s a trick, okay? Now they’re not lying to you about the numbers. The numbers are what the numbers are. But what they’re doing is engaging in psy-cho-logistical warfare, ya follow? Sigmund Freud and his best good friend Sun Tzu and all that. They’re trying to differentiate the ones who signed up because they thought, shoot maybe I’ll do well at this and the ones who bark at cars just because they can. Heck, they might not even know what a car is. But that doesn’t stop them from barking. Are you smelling the fumes being released from the decaying leaves at the bottom of this river bed that I’m stepping in? Can you grasp the odor? It smells like poopy, don’t it? Well it ain’t doo-doo water. It’s bio-degradation-able material of the carboniferous sort. Makes the ever-loving world go round.

We should get Team Papa's Climberia: Set Fire to the Seventh Plate - The Sequel: ENDGAME Extended Addition’s hearing checked because I think they might be physically incapable of hearing the bell. Team Papa's Climberia: Set Fire to the Seventh Plate - The Sequel: ENDGAME Extended Addition clawed their way into 3rd place and are within spitting distance of The MidLife Cruxes. And that’s the thing about Team Papa's Climberia: Set Fire to the Seventh Plate - The Sequel: ENDGAME Extended Addition. When the going gets tough they just add more phrases onto the end of their team name. The ground we trod upon is just millions upon millions of years of compacted material. And eventually you smoosh it down so much it spurts back up again and this band called Bastille writes a song about it.

3rd place- Team Papa's Climberia: Set Fire to the Seventh Plate - The Sequel: ENDGAME Extended Addition

5th place- The Space Dolphins

7th place- Pyros & Crimps

9th place- Seam Rippers

And I’ll say this about the Seam Rippers, they bit down on 9th place and they are not letting go. If the Rock Lobsters, the Beta Testers, Guajiro’s National Liberation Front, Melissa and the Danimals, Team Fall Risks, OR the Super Villains can supplant them from their tower, I’ll give away a hat I found on a post 6 years ago. And if the Seam Rippers can bump Team Fossil Fuel down to 9th place I’ll give them the self-same hat I mentioned AND a cup I crudely made out of bamboo in June of 2022. Now get over here and hold the light for me while I check the brake calipers.

 And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--

This it is and nothing more.

once again trying to memorize Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven

 I attempted this in high school and college halfheartedly but this time we'll really go for it.

I know the start. It goes

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--

while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came up a tapping,

as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--

Only this. And nothing more."

Ah! How distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly, I wished the morrow--vainly I had sought to borrow

from my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore.

Nameless here for evermore. 

It's kind of harder to type it because I don't know exactly where all the line breaks are and which punctuation he uses where but I can do the first stanza well and today I was working on the second stanza.

Tomorrow I'll try to do the first two stanzas and then work on the third.

Surcease. Great word. Stoppage.