Lara Pawson is blogging again, at Unreal. Ben Tye has been blogging his return to climbing after a lay-off–a subject of deep interest to me–at Ben’s Simple Blog (check out his Flikr stream too).
Looking forward to Alexander Masters’ book on Simon Norton, not just because Stuart: A Life Backwards was so good, but because, who knows, it might help me understand the Monster Group. (Even writing the words “help me understand” gives an unrealistic picture of my condition–the fact is I feel dizzy & have to sit down if I even think about it.)
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I studied some (pretty basic) group theory at university – it made my brain hurt!
Totally monstrous: that’s someone pretending to be me.
I checked out Ben’s Simple Blog. Then I wandered around the apartment with a stud finder trying to figure out where to hang a Beastmaker.
OMG what have I spawned here ? I’m off to do some nice hillwalking.
I don’t know, but apparently the only studs in my appartment are in the bathroom wall, so, when I hang my Beastmaker, I’ll have to stare into the bathroom mirror while using it. Obviously, this is your doing.
In any event, I have no idea what is holding my apartment up and I now expect it will cave in before I can get too beastly. Perhaps the studs were laid out according to the vectors of the Monster Group? If that’s the case, I suppose I live in a preposterous snowflake.
Isn’t there a beast–I assume it’s a minotaur–in House of Leaves ? Maybe you live there. If I recall, that whole house is a kind of mirror.
At my age, if I spent two minutes on a Beastmaker, my tendons would saw their way out through my elbows.
>>At my age, if I spent two minutes on a Beastmaker, my tendons would saw their way out through my elbows.
No way. You should totally get one.
House of Leaves… I read that while working the night shift in a group home for schizophrenics. My place is defintiely not bigger on the inside than the outside though. Those sorts of apartments rent for more than I can afford.
Something beastly is afoot though. Check it out:
A new climbing gym opened just blocks from my house this month. I was really excited that I wouldn’t need to spend so much time commuting to New Rochelle in order to climb, but the new joint just looks like the sort of place that a Sprake would panhandle outside of. Someone even spraypainted the words “BAD GOD” on the outside of the gym.
http://www.brooklynboulders.com/
A bad god. A very bad god lives in that building, you can see. Something is definitely happening there, Dave, & it is not good. I would move to Connecticut, (have I spelled that right ?), quick, before I was tempted to take the next step. I wouldn’t go in there & hand over my money to the boy who smells of aniseed behind the chipped laminate counter. (& how come the walls are so tall ? Great to climb, but somehow your eye gets led up further than it should. & those walls they’re greasy-looking too. Grease as if it’s dripping down like half-dried engine oil or cooking fat in quite big swathes.) I wouldn’t ask if they hired out shoes.
Too late. Too late. I’m already paid up for a year-long membership.
Is that the juju that did for Bachar? I love the names of his best solos: Double Cross, New Dimensions, The Nabisco Wall, The Moratorium, El Capitan, The Bachar-Yerian Route…. They sound like NEL paperbacks written by New Worlds contributors in 1971.
I’m assuming Jim Perrin wrote the Telegraph obit.
I think it was Ed Douglas….
Dave, apologies if by influence I screw your bathroom or elbows.
Hi Ben. I wouldn’t worry too much. After all, the training section of the Beastmaker site has things color coded for danger.
Who am I kidding though? I can hardly even read the Beastmaker website. It’s all British-speak! (7a to 8b…right, got it…whatever… )The day I get mine, I’ll probably throw caution to the wind and disable myself trying to do some casual front levers off of pinky monos.