Mount Washington

"This is close to the idea of God as I've ever been" - Chris
"Take a step to the right and you'll be a whole lot closer" - Eli


When Eli proposed a group hiking trip to Mount Washington, I was torn. My shoulder was feeling better, but still nowhere near fully healed - but having done nothing physical for 2 weeks, my mind and body were absolutely screaming for something to do. While I received quite a bit of unsolicited advice telling me "chill out" and "relax", I'm not about making up excuses to not have amazing adventures. I was totally bummed that I missed the last hike 2 weeks ago (right after I had my shoulder separated), so I simply couldn't pass up an opportunity to get out to New England for the weekend. If you've never been up there in the middle of October - you're missing out on the amazing colors of the trees, crisp clean air, and coffee shops every hundred feet.

Friday night was spent with friends in Rhode Island - a few games of Dominion followed by Thunderstone. We got to bed early, and woke up Saturday at 5:15. Eli and I were ready to go from the start, and after much wrangling of our crew of adventurers - we were headed up to the White Mountains of New Hampshire, a roughly 3.5 hour ride north. It was fun driving through Kingston, Warwick, Providence and Boston - places I haven't been to since college. I still miss New England, and after having left 5 years ago, part of me will always toy with the idea of moving back at some point.

We got to the foot of Mount Washington around 10:30 - and our crew of six geared up for the hike. The weather reports called for 1-3" of mixed precipitation, winter conditions, avg. winds at around 50 mph on the summit, gusting to high 60's, and a wind chill of -1 deg. F. I should note here form the start that this report was created my the Mount Washington Observatory (MWOBS), who monitor conditions constantly from a huge observatory at the summit.


We were well prepared with winter wear, snacks, and water - so onwards and upwards we went. Our plan was to tackle the Tuckerman Trail, a 4.2 mile hike each way to the summit, with about 4900 feet of elevation gain. The weather at the base was gorgeous, low 50's, and a light mist in the air. There were plenty of small waterfalls and steams at the start of the hike, and plenty of photos were taken. At this point, Eli and I decided that with the pace the crew was taking (admittedly slow), we would never make the summit in time, so we left our comrades and booked it up the mountain. It was a tricky hike, as we were basically navigating a ravine full of small boulders - so footing was very important. Gradually the weather got slightly colder, but it was fantastic in every way because you're heating up with all the hiking - so we were comfortable all the way up to the caretaker's cabin roughly halfway through the trail. We left word for our crew that they could drive home without us (as we took 2 cars up for this very reason), and set on.

The weather around this point started to get really interesting, as the snow started as just faint wisps in the air:


to light accumulation:


to pretty constant accumulation:


At this point we were reaching the top of the tree line, and we donned our winter gear. We were at the bottom of the mountains head wall, so we were still shielded by the winds. We were greeted to an awesome waterfall, courtesy of the melting snow and apparently not a regular sighting along the Tuckerman Trail. At this point all that lie ahead of us was rock, snow, ice and heavy wind. The ascent become increasingly difficult, as we had to navigate much slower and carefully - especially in my case as I could really only use one arm.


This video was taken at the bottom of the head wall we were about to tackle. At 10 seconds of the video, the plain white area is actually Mount Washington, it's covered in thick fog.

As we entered the Arctic Zone, the winds really picked up now, and the ground cover was anywhere from a few inches to a few feet, and it was a small victory to make it to each stone cairn - which served as our trail markings. At this point in the ascent, the wind was blowing fiercely into our faces, driving snow into our eyes, so each step became harder and harder. At the same time we were contending with poor footing. There were portions where we simply had to get on our hands and knees and crawl past some sections. And boy, did it get cold. However, Eli and I refused to give up even though our energy was getting sapped with each step. We refused to yield to whatever Mount Washington was throwing at us. If conditions had been any worse, we probably would be forced to head back down...but as we got about 0.6 miles from the summit, we realized it would be much safer to reach the summit, go into the observatory building to warm up and change into dry clothes than to turn around and head back freezing our butts off.

An hour later, we approached summit and the feeling was absolutely amazing. Eli and I were pretty jubilant, but at the same time - we both knew that we couldn't enjoy the moment for long. Winds at the top of the mountain were peaking at 70mph, and the snow was very significant and everything around us was caked in thick layers of ice. Visibility was extremely poor and we had a hard time finding the right building. After 10 minutes of searching frantically among the high winds - we found the right door - and entered to a the dimply lit ranger station. We were greeted by 2 other hikers, and some unfriendly rangers - who made it quite clear that what we did was a pretty poor idea all around - and we didn't look all that prepared. One guy in particular was pretty gruff about the whole idea - and wasn't afraid to put some fear into us - and to be honest I can't really fault him. I'm sure he's seen some pretty messed up stuff on the mountain - but that being said it didn't exactly help to imbue any confidence on those going to head back down the mountain.

After thawing out (Eli's beard was frozen solid), refilling our water and changing our socks, we looked over the topographical map of the mountain with the rangers. We had 2 problems - tackling the rough weather, and daylight. The ascent took us about 4.5 hours, and the late start means it was about 3:30 and we had about 3 hours of light left. The ranger presented us 2 options:

A) Go down the Mt. Washington car road.
This involved an extra 4 miles of hiking, then a 2.5 hour hike through the woods back to our car - in total darkness. In addition, the majority of the road was covered in thick ice and completely exposed to the 50 to 70mph winds we got blasted by on the summit. The advantage here was clearly on the ranger, who could search for us by car should we never get down to the cabin.

B) Go back down the way we came.
We thought about it, and realized it would be a trickier hike, but we could go down the steeper, shorter, but rougher Lion's Head Trail. It provided the quickest decent vertically, but would involve some very rough terrain. We decided to go down this route.

The first 0.4 miles of the way back involved the same route we took up the mountain, which took us around 45 minutes of intense effort. Luckily for us, going back down was WAY easier. The fact that there was a thick snow and ice cover allowed us to sled down big swaths of the route on our butts, as long as we were careful to take it kind of slow and avoid the rocks. It was actually a lot of fun, and it took us all of about 10-15 minutes to get to the cairn which marked the trailhead for the Lion's Head Trail. As an added bonus, all of the snow I accumulated on my frozen jeans from the sledding actually acted as an insulating layer and my legs warmed up. (Wearing jeans was not a good idea in general though)

The Lion's Head was amazing. As we were really moving as fast as we could (burning daylight, after all) - we took very few pictures after this one:


For part of the trail, we were actually walking the ridge line of the mountain, and the setting sun cast a gorgeous glow over the snow and ice. It was here where the quote from the start of this post came from. The weather was still windy and vicious, but we were in very high spirits and enjoying the journey. The path down involved a lot of tricky bouldering and poor footings - but we were able to make it back down to the end of the trail just as dark enveloped the mountain.

It was an epic journey - and definitely one of the most arduous things I've ever done. Physically I was sore, but my shoulder, and the remnants of the cold I'd had for weeks were significantly healed - something I credit to the energy of the mountain, and some well spent time in nature. It really beats the crap out of life in the city - and the trip helped to solidify the notion that I should be spending far more time out of it.

- Chris

Pop!

Haven't updated in a while, as I've been dealing with an unfortunate grappling incident. Last Tuesday I was rolling with a guy near the end of class, and got into an awkward position. My arm was trapped across my chest, and at the same time my balance was reversed. His weight, plus my own ended up being thrown straight down towards the mat. I managed to land directly on my right shoulder - resulting in a resounding POP!

A searing amount of pain shot through my shoulder, and after moaning and groaning for a bit I was brought off the mat and given some ice. Apparently my AC ligament was probably damaged...a common grappling injury I'd never heard about before. After some help changing into half my street clothes it was off to Lenox Hill's ER in a cab.

After some X-Rays, I was diagnosed with a 3rd degree AC shoulder separation:



Basically the ligament that holds the shoulder joint to the clavicle is badly damaged, causing the shoulder joint to drop. Basically, the shoulder itself works pretty well, but certain angles and movement cause that ligament to scream in pain - so I have to keep pressure off of the shoulder...i.e.: in a sling.

I'll know more on Wednesday what the extent of the damage is - but it will hopefully heal on its own in a few weeks, then some physical therapy will hopefully get me back to normal.

I'll update with good news soon!

- Chris

Book Review: Consider The Lobster

BOOK: Consider The Lobster - David Foster Wallace

HOW I FOUND THE BOOK: My friend Eli was kind enough to introduce me to DFW, mainly due to his philosophical proximity to several other writers I closely identify with. In a lot of ways, DFW tends to be a modern-day version of Alan Watts. I had read a transcript of the only speech he ever gave, titled This Is Water...and to say I was very interested would be an understatement.

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Consider The Lobster is a collection of various essays and articles written by DFW that cover a broad range of topics. The articles in the book are original uncut versions of articles that were originally published in magazines. All provide a level of journalistic depth and breadth that are truly masterful. The stories elicit many thoughts, emotions - but they are often presented in way which causes the reader to react in their own way. The reactions are not spoon-fed by DFW, who though he may be very clearly a genius of the highest order (which he very clearly is) - he does not take his audience as idiots. His ability to put you in the situation is uncanny, and the scope of his description and reasoning were true eye and mind openers with regards to "connecting the dots" of many different aspects of our culture and our place within it.

The only real issues I had with the book stemmed from his enormous penchant for footnotes...which break up the flow of his prose with regularity (mostly due to the fact that they're all definitely worth reading, and on occasion are the true meat of the article). It's also handy to have a dictionary on hand - DFW's vocabulary is simply astounding.

The subjects of DFW's prose are so widely varied, yet they are all somehow treated objectively - to the point where the reader has no other choice but to open their mind to the nature of his experience. DFW's presentation of his subjects goes way beyond the superficial standards of many journalists - and he takes his time in doing so. His ability to paint as clear as possible the subject and the atmosphere of their reality is masterful - and keeps the reader on the aforementioned path to objective observation. Simply put; it's this kind of open-minded investigation that can truly change perception. It's very easy to see or hear something and make a value judgement - this is something we all do pretty much all the time...yet this leads me to think that maybe the time granted to an author by forcing his audience to read in a sequential order is to their advantage.

Consider The Lobster has definitely given me a much wider perspective on politics, philosophy, linguistics, talk radio, and so many aspects of American culture - but most of all I feel I have a wider perspective of human nature...and I that's the real gift in reading Consider The Lobster.

- Chris

Ragged Mountain - 9/11/2010

This past weekend was spent in central Connecticut - a trip with Eli, Gabe & some friends of theirs I didn't know beforehand. The purpose: climbing Ragged Mountain - a gorgeous hunk of rock near Meriden, CT. Friday night was spent with Eli & Gabe playing Dominion & Gheos - and catching up. Saturday morning we were up bright and early and headed to the rock. After a refreshing walk through the surrounding woods to the cliff (refreshing if you spend most of your time in NYC), we got to the main climbing areas - and pleased to be the first ones there setting up. We picked out 2 routes in the Weissner Slab area (a huge hunk of the cliff fell off a long time past and lays diagonally against the wall, like a single domino trying to push down the whole mountain). One route was designed to be easy, with options for making more challenging - and the other went through a hole existing at the top of the slab and decending into the cavernous space between the slab and the main wall. The wall was in total about 100 feet of vertical climbing, with fantastic west-facing views of the surrounding area from the top.

I took my first ascent of the day pretty early: a warm up climb over the middle of the Slab - it was a quick 5.4/5.5 climb sloped inward for the first half. It was a lot of fun, and you can use some inventive moves just for kicks. I got the top of the slab, enjoyed the view for a minute - then appraoched the sheer vertical face, and I just rocketed up the wall to the top. It was a stark contrast from my past outdoor experience at Lantern Hill. I definately brought my A-game and I was buzzing the rest of the day!

We had way more people than we had harnesses, so there was plenty of downtime between climbs. I took some of this time chatting with everyone, but also setting aside some sketching time! I make 2 sketches on the day - one from the top of the rock looking west - the other of Gabe belaying another climber:





Throughout the day - I made another 5 ascents of the mountain, all of them harder than anything I've done in a rock gym. I was climbing extremely well and really having a great time. At one point, I was able to hang onto an undercling 80 feet up as Wasp stung my middle finger. Everyone down below was laughing at my yell and watching me swat the air with one hand and holding onto the rock with the other.

Everyone was climbing really well, and I'm happy it was a fantastic time all around. I was able to snap one picture: sunset from the top of the rock as I was cleaning up the ropes & webbing from the day's activities:



I spent Saturday night with some laid-back discussions with Eli about books, life, philosophy, etc...it's always great to have conversations like that. I don't think people have lively discourses enough these days - it helps to keep my mind open to new viewpoints & ideas.

- Chris

Labor Day Weekend

I packed a lot into what proved to be a Labor Day Weekend full of gorgeous weather! I'm going to try a new way to recapping what I've done - so any feedback on the approach is welcome:

Friday

- Friday night I decided to get some extra training in at Tiger's. I was told there would be high-belt classes where we could perfect finer points of our technique. Turns out it was just a ploy to get people to show up for Friday night classes. Regardless of the fact I was one of the higher-ranked people in the class, my hour of grappling, followed by an hour kickboxing provided a lot of practice on techniques that had been giving me fits all week (open guard from ground with a standing opponent & creating angles while kickboxing).

- Met up with Alexandra and Krista @ Cosi's afterwards - where I had probably the best smoothie ever (Strawberry with protein & yogurt). I'm sure the "best smoothie ever" was partially due to being sapped of fluids for 2 hours in a really hot dojo, but damn did it taste good.

Saturday

- Met up with future bridal-party member Brian for some golf @ the Dunwoodie Golf Course in Yonkers, NY. It's only the 2nd time I've been on a course all year, and I knew I needed to practice for a future outing where I don't want to embarass myself. Anyway, it was also the first time Brian and I just "went golfing"...and it was bit bizarre because the Brian and Chris that hung out at Mahopac High 10 years ago would have chuckled about how "adult" we were. I was glad we got to walk the course, even though there were a lot of hills, as it was really pretty awesome. Lots of tree cover, interesting terrain, and great weather. I played the best round of golf in my life, hitting a 105 that included several pars and bogeys. A bunch of tricks I had learned from Gabe last week while in Rhode Island were a huge help, and cut at LEAST 20 strokes off my score - so kudos to him. Brian would probably prefer his score not be made public knowledge :)

- That evening, Brian, Christine & myself, grabbed some burgers @ Rambling House, an awesome pub in the Bronx - before they so graciously drove me back home to the UES.

Sunday

- I went with Alexandra and her family to the Scandinavian Festival in The-Middle-Of-Nowhere, NJ. (Neecong, NJ). While the event was scandinavian enough in flavor - it was basically an excuse for a lot of vendors to sell Scandinvian-themed objects that unless directly imported from a Norse land, usually had Made in China stamped to the back. There was some fantastic Scandinavian cuisine, accompanied by such Norse classics as Italian Ice, Kettle Corn, Funnel Cakes, Fried Oreos, Meat Kebabs & Lemonade *groan*. While I was able to get some tastings of Lingenberries, Sweedish Meaty Breadballs, Red Cabbage and Bread Crackers in - it did seem a bit disengenuous to not put more focus on ethnic cuisine.


- Alexandra quickly signed us up for the 1st Annual Wife Carrying Contest - a request that I would be hard-pressed to deny for 2 logically-sound reasons:

1. It would be painfully obvious that her family would deem me unworthy of their daughter should I refuse to participate. (As Alex put it: "If you can carry me, you can marry me")

2. I routinely wrestle and kickbox with guys in the 170-200 pound range, so carrying my much lighter fiancee shouldn't be that tough, right?

- Besides, who doesn't like feeling like a "donkey" once in a while? Thankfully the competition was at the end of the day's festivities, after the warrior "reenactors" did their best "reenacting" of battles with wooden sticks covered in foam and duct tape. We lined up in the center "pen", and were quickly surrounded by about 500 rabid fans, and we were all introduced to: The Course:

1. Leave pen with woman somehow attached to your person - as fast as possible (you're being timed, after all!)


2. Turn corner (so as to realize how difficult it is to change course with another person attached to your person)
3. Football Tire-Stepping Drill with 5 Small tires (if you had size 14 feet you'd realize how things like this make "Klutz Kreuter" nervous) This is supposed to emulate sneaking out of the town with your chosen woman to avoid the townsfolk noticing
4. Turn corner and jump The Hurdles. (Log on ground, Log 1 Foot off of ground, Log 2 Feet off of ground). This is supposed to emulate jumping over animal pens of sort
5. Run 20 feet or so through a winding path of trees This is supposed to emulate...oh whatever you get the point by now...
6. Climb up and back down a 3 tiered box structure (which must have been built by a one-eyed dwarf after one hell of bender - because this was the shoddiest piece of craftsmanship since I helped my buddy Dan build that platform bed last year)
7. Jump into and run through 2 Large kids wading pools, filled with 1 foot of water each. (Note pools had rims that were about 2 feet high. Also note that pools are last obstacle, conveniently placed where your legs are absolutely BURNING in agony. Also note that pools are made of plasic, and with my engineering education I realized quickly that water + rubber + plastic = LOW FRICTION ENVIRONMENT)
8. Finish back in pen

- I will note here that we both had to sign a waiver, and the geniouses that planned this thing at LEAST had the foresight to buy a helmet for the women to wear...but this really was flirting with disaster.

- Anyway, Alex and I decided to go with what we termed the Modified Fireman's Carry, as opposed to such classics as the Estonian Wife Carry or the Piggy-Back Carry. We got to race in the middle of the pack, and we were encouraged that I seemed to have a pretty good shot at winning Alex's weight in beer (I think this is the first mention that this is the prize for winning this gong-show...but it really didn't matter for reasons #1 & #2 above - so I neglected to mention it).

- So I raced out of the gate, the fasest start yet! The announcer apparently made a mention of this saying "He must really want that beer", but all I heard was the THUD THUD THUD of my bare feet tramping the earth - I was in The Zone. I rounded the corner, hopped through the tires quickly, but cautiously given the whole "giant-feet" thing...and then set my mind to The Hurdles.

- It's at this point where I forgot many important physics lessons, including - but certainly not limited to:

A. Weight Distribution
B. Centers of Gravity
C. Momentum
D. Pivot Points

- I cleared the first 2 hurdles without a problem...except that I was going WAY TOO FAST. I assure you that right now you've underestimated how fast I was going: I WAS GOING WAAAAAYYYYY TOO FAST. I had about 0.0001 seconds to decide if I was going to stop and step over the 2 food hurdle, or just jump it and hope for the best. Those of you that know me are already shuddering - knowing I picked the latter option.

- I cleared the hurdle with style (but devoid of any grace whatsoever), and landed with all of my weight (and Alexandra's) way way way way to far in front of my Giant Feet. This caused a Center-of-Gravity nightmare, where no matter how fast me feet tried to keep up - I was completely aware that were were going down.

- At this point Alex must have known what was up because she was like a cat. As I tripped over my big toe (which did try valiantly to catch up - but failed) she sprung from my shoulders and immediately went into a ninja roll 10 feet in front of me - which was prompted with a loud, collective "ooohhhhh...." from the pretty supportive crowd. I wasted no time mulling the fall (a 15 second penalty), and got right back up into a full run towards Alex, already standing and ready to go...I just grabbed her legs and slung her over my shoulder - I don't even think I spoke...I just channeled my inner Norseman and was determined to finish this thing.

- Needless to say the rest of the course was painful, but we forced through it, with Alexandra holding on for dear life with every limb and joint she could...and we finished in 52 seconds (after the penalty). The winning time was 31 seconds, meaning without the fall we would have been close...but the tournament wasn't without controversey as the winner's "woman" had to weight far less than the 108-lb minimum...but all 26 competing pairs maintained the good-spirited nature of the competition, and watched the winner take home a measly 4 cases of beer.



- We ended up getting interviewed for a local NJ paper (since she's from NJ), and wait...there's more:

VIDEO LINK


- I was treated to plenty of shoulder rubs and pampering the rest of the day for all my hard work though, and not to mention the event has helped endear me more to my future in-laws and escpecially my fiancee.

- We took NJ Transit home on the Gladstone Branch - a line I've never been on before. It was a really pleasant train ride though some fantastic greenery - a really relaxing cap on a great day.

Monday

- Monday was spent with a gathering of buddies @ Sheep's Meadow in Central Park - to enjoy a picnic and outdoor board gaming. Our group consisted of 8 people, where we enjoyed lots of snacks - and some games of Blokus, Telestrations, Dominion and Kill Dr. Lucky. It was as relaxing and fun a day as I ever remember having on Labor Day.


What a weekend!

- Chris

A Weekend in Rhode Island

"There are a thousand reasons for failure, but not a single excuse." - Rudyard Kipling

It had certainly been a strange couple of weeks leading up to this past weekend. Something was most certainly off - and I found myself becoming more and more disconnected, regardless of what I tried to do to "jump start" myself. While I was certainly being very productive, I was finding myself being very insular and at times short with people. I get like that sometimes, but never really for a protracted period of time.

Anyway, I took this "funk" (for lack of a better term) with me on a road trip to Rhode Island - to visit with friends. After a brutal 5 1/2 hour bus ride to New London, CT (thanks to traffic on I-95, it wasn't Greyhound's fault) - I met up with Gabe, who had a softball game. I started watching the game, and then some friends met up with me to take me to go play some beach volleyball - which was completely unexpected. I hadn't played since goofing around in college, but it's one of those sports I seem to play pretty well. I think it's got a lot to do with my willingness to flail myself at any ball within a 100 foot radius without any permanent damage.

It was perfect weather that night, and we had a blast. Gabe and I went back to play plenty of board games - and went to bed knowing we were going to go climbing @ Lantern Hill the next morning! We met up with Eli early in the morning, and you couldn't have asked for better weather to climb - maybe 80 degrees, a slight breeze, not a cloud in the sky...yet I was still feeling...off.

The view from the top of Lantern Hill is amazing, albeit there's a few man-made eyesores. The hawks and vultures soaring right around you makes up for it though. We setup top ropes and began climbing. For all the reasons mentioned earlier, I just kept freezing on the wall. I found myself coming up with so many lame excuses for barely being able to stay on the wall - simply put, I felt weak.

Typical of my feelings then: The heights are causing me to feel sick to my stomach, my fingers scream in agony just placing them on rocks, I'm not comfortable with the ropes, my shoes aren't sticking very well, my shoulder's bothering me, I don't want to look like a schmuck, I climbed this rock better in sneakers 3 months ago!

I was so down on myself then, but I kept trying to hack away at the frustration and just fucking enjoy myself. The company was good enough (another group joined up with us), and then I just got on the easy wall - and was urged on by Gabe and Eli to get to the top of the wall come hell of high water. I got setup at the bottom of the wall and just said to myself "Stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself and get your ass up that wall"

So I started to climb. I took a slightly awkward route, which was proving to be pretty fun for the first 40-feet or so, till I got to a point where I had to navigate a traverse that earlier in the day I bailed on because it was making me feel very vulnerable to the heights. Eli continued to urge me on while belaying for me - and the confidence he showed in my ability (which I didn't feel was warranted by my previous attempts to ascend the wall) pushed me right through the traverse! This put me on a very large comfy ledge about 75% up the climb, where I took a minute, turned around and sat on a rock outcrop and took in the view. A peaceful calm washed over my body - and for the first time in weeks I felt simple and at peace. At that moment, a hawk flew past very majestically. It's just one of those moments that will always stay with me.

It didn't matter that this was the "easy" climb, or that I was struggling and needed prodding to get to this point - I was just present in the place I found myself - connected to the reality of it in a way I'd missed lately. I was happy.

Eli urged me to continue the climb, and to my surprise I finished it strong and came back down. I proceeded to climb pretty well the rest of the day - with my mind and body much more co-ordinated and elated. The rest of the weekend was awesome, and I got home feeling much more at peace with things.

I'm pretty grateful I've got friends who push me to always get better - and the ability to kick my own ass when I truly need it.

- Chris

Mix CD

My buddy Mike and I came up with a cool project a few weeks ago: let's make mix CD's! It's something I haven't done since high school, when our friend Amanda was the queen of mix CD's. I thought it was a cool opportunity to share what kind of music really resonates with me, and I'm glad that he really enjoyed the CD. Without further ado, here's the playlist:

1. Rjd2 - Ghostwriter
2. Royksopp - What Else Is There?
3. Bonobo - Flutter
4. Antaeus - Motherese
5. Thievery Corporation - Facing East
6. Caia - Summer Lightning
7. Moodorama - The Bushoong
8. Bjork - All Is Full Of Love (You Tube the music video - it's amazing!)
9. Dan Black - Stewing Scintillation (from the real Dan Black)
10. Yoshida Brothers - Blooming
11. The Bravery - Believe
12. Mattafix - Big City Life
13. Andy Hunter - Come On
14. Hybrid - I Choose Noise
15. Kid Cudi - Alive (Nightmare) feat. Ratatat
16. Huey Lewis & The News - Hip To Be Square (just for fun)

The mix definitely starts with slower "working music" and progresses to a more accelerated "city beats" feel. If I could only listen to 1 CD for the rest of my life, this would be all I would need. Thankfully though, I can continue to broaden my horizons when it comes to music.

- Chris

New Work Update!

I've posted a new abstract piece on my website:



I made this piece in celebration of my father's birthday last week - and it was received very well. I am definately planning on doing more "caracature abstracts" in the future.

Website Portfolio Link Here

A Sunday

My birthday party Friday night was fun - although attendance was sparse, everybody had fun with some Telestrations, Dixit & some drinks.

In general I've been a bit distracted this past week...for all the great things going on in my life right now - I haven't been finding any spiritual fulfillment in my day to day life. For all the reading & intellectual efforts I've put in trying to understand faith, spirituality & truth - I've finally realized that it's all bullshit unless you put it into practice in everyday situations. It took somebody this past week helping me make the connection between my MMA training and spirituality to see this...

Let's say 2 years ago I decide I want to learn MMA - how to kickbox, grapple, train to defend myself and get into great shape. Motivation isn't the problem - let's go kick some ass...to the library! I'm going to read every book I can find on the subject - and when I'm not reading I'll sample for sources on the Internet, YouTube videos...and I'm going to be ready to step into a UFC title bout!

Now it's easy to see that this is impossible. Thankfully, 2 years ago I walked into a Tiger Schulmann's gym, signed up for classes - and I've put the mileage on my body to get where I am today. The journey has shaped me into a much more confident, fit & healthy guy. I have received expert mentoring from some of the best in the business. While my learning is never complete, and I continue to develop - I have put the mileage on my body so that I can perform the moves with confidence. You can't get that from a book.

So now I look at my efforts in spiritual practice over the past 3 years - and I'm left wondering why I've settled for the first option. Sure, I've visited some temples on occasion, even happening in on some dharma talks & Buddhist rituals...but I have been trying to learn through intellectual effort. Spiritual development is no different than the physical development of a skill. While it's been definitely helpful for learning the terminology, history, theory & helping me to develop wisdom...it hasn't manifested in the spiritual "blooming" I've been yearning for. I simply haven't got put the miles in - haven't experienced spirit - just read about it in books.

So I took this person's advice, put down the books for a while and did something about it. It was a calm Sunday morning, and I woke up early and headed down to the Zen Center of New York City, a Zendo near Atlantic Terminal in Brooklyn. I was happy to wake up early enough to make a stop at Starbucks for some tea and sketching time before heading down - and I was able to really enjoy the fact that it was a quiet, calm day.

I arrived at the Zendo and was warmly greeted and shown around. Zen Buddhism has always intrigued me, and it's central focus is on self-development of one's mind through Zazen. Zazen is a method of meditation where one focuses on bringing the mind to a stillness - and develop the ability to be present in the moment you find yourself in. For more info: Wiki

The Sunday service began with some liturgy and chanting (a first for me to hear some chanting in English - which doesn't flow as well but helps to make more of a connection to what's actually being said). This was followed by an introductory lecture for us newcomers where we learned some effective postures and some information regarding the temple and goals of zazen, etc... While I knew a lot of what was being said - I was happy to maintain the "beginner's mind" and pick up a lot of valuable pointers.

After the introduction, we rejoined the rest of the students in the main hall for seated zazen, lasting a little over 30 minutes. I was then able to join the group for a 10 minute walking mediation - something I had never done, and was initially skeptical about (ah, the danger of those darn books). I really enjoyed this, and the senior student that gave a discourse afterwards really resonated a lot with how I've been feelings lately.

I can't say it was an overpowering experience when I left the Temple, but I was definitely feeling more connected to the pulse of everything around me. Having planned ahead, I walked the 10 blocks or so to Brooklyn Boulders, for some solo bouldering. My calm state helped me to visualize my routes better, and I was really enjoying completing some difficult V1's that I hadn't done before. I completed about 20 ascents out of 30-35 tries, which made me very happy.

So, in closing it's been a very calming day - and I mean calming in the sense that I feel a lot wiser for coming to the realization that I can't control change - even the good kind. I can't sit here and regret that I hadn't made these realizations sooner. The only thing I can control is what I do with where I find myself now - and for the first time in a long while I can say I find myself with some modicum of serenity.

- Chris

The History of the Dahlia Hockey League

For my brother's birthday this past July, I cooked up a super secret project - a short comic based on our childhood street hockey days. The book was a real hit, and I've uploaded the complete book to my website.


View The Book: HERE.