A month has passed since I last posted here. During that time I had one of those milestone birthdays that is supposed to make me feel old. I must say that it worked. About the same time I managed to sprain my ankle while running. This lead to close to a month of pain and weakness. I used a cane for a couple of weeks in concert with a brace. What a way to ring in my new-found old age.
I saw a strange little tid bit the other day about productivity. Tim O’Reilly posted a bit of advice from The Information Diet, that we should strive to consume 10% and produce 90%. I’ve been letting this idea ferment for a while, and though I don’t agree with the numbers, I do agree with the principle.
I have big hopes for backpacking next summer. I’ve been thinking and planning a lot, and reading other people’s recollections of the trail. As I’ve been posting on this blog, some of my favorite bits have been about hiking, whether it be preparation or execution or just wistful noodling about gear. This has lead me to thinking about more ways that I can blog about this passion that I have for hiking.
This whole thing I’m doing here, blogging, is really just an exercise in learning to write. I’m not much of a writer. I’ve thought myself to be in the past, but I’ve lived long enough to know my faults. I’d like to be a better writer. I’d like to have the skill to put words to the page.
One of the things about living here in Little Bay Root is that all of the cool kids are crafty. Everybody seems to knit or make bike frames by hand or run a food cart specializing in artisan chicken with waffles. Sometimes I think that every failed creative in California lives here in Portland now. There are more over-educated baristas in this town than you can shake a stick at.