y = sinh(x+2) + arctan(x^2)

Teumseh take 2

2006-11-07T19:51:00.000-07:00

It seems fitting that the only mountain that I have failed to peak this year, I have failed to peak twice. As far as the reading on the funometer...9.1. Snow is exciting.

2006-10-01T16:43:00.000-06:00

Last weekend Sunday morning found me sitting in the front of a pretty big church in Calgary. Big churches as nice in that the speaker is usually engaging and the music it pretty good. The best part of the entire morning though, was noticing an elderly lady both deaf and mute signing the words to the worship songs. How easily I get annoyed when the song is sung too fast or out of time or too high. She never notices any of those things and so music doesn't get in the way of her worshiping. I think thats the way it's supposed to be.

thanks

2006-09-10T21:54:00.000-06:00

I learned a lot this weekend. Several unimportant things that I will probably forget then next time I go to do them, such as the alternate way through Calgary I eventually found when the Deerfoot was closed and how to modify an old rusty clutch cable when your original one breaks. But more importantly I was reminded how genuinely excited little kids are about life, I met two little kids and their mom in Tim Horton’s while I was waiting for my bike to unoverheat. They asked so many questions and made me feel valued and important at a time when I needed it. I also made it home today in time for my little brother's birthday party and enjoyed getting to act like a 10 year old for a few short hours. I was reminded how much I hate asking for help, but also how awesome it is when people offer it, meeting generous strangers and allowing my friends the opportunity to remind me how great they are. "How are you doing Caleb?" I couldn't be doing much better.
yo

3099 m / 10167 ft

2006-08-10T20:26:00.000-06:00

I know it isn't that impressive but last monday I walked to the highest elevation I have every walked to before. It felt like a real mountain because there wasn't a trail leading to the top, we had to use our hands to get up places and at the top we shared a celebratory can of tuna. Thats the crew at the top of Tornado mountain. On a side note I saw a couger today while I was driving to work.
yo.

Nathaniel the Grublet

2006-07-30T20:07:00.000-06:00

I made a new friend today, we met at the bus stop and continued on to great adventures in the wilderness. Hiw name is Alex and this is his story.

Never been to the Crowsnest Pass, seems like a nice enough town. The mountains are far more spectacular than I remember seeing before. It seems welcoming enough, at least the two guys holding a rather large sign with my name on it seem friendly. Welcome to the Pass they say, where are you from they say, do you want to go exploring off in the middle of knowhere they say. And so I did. Like I said, they seemed friendly enough.

Next thing I know we are nearing the top of a rather small trail, it has been fun enough, I've met some more people and they don't seem to mind that we are nearing the pinnicle of a rather high, with sharp cliffs on the sides, type of peak. And then it happens the driver mumbles somthing under his breathe as the wheels of the truck slide on the slick rock underneath into a gap in the mountain, he reacts quickly rolling with the hole and popping out on the other side but too quickly. Its too late, up this ramping thing into the air only to land on the bottom of the truck, wheel spinning screaming for ground to push off against, but only getting air. There we teeter, balanced on the top of a rock so peaklike in nature it should be given a name. Breathing out too quickly caused the truck to rock back and forth so the five occupants even refrained from talking.

And then with a rustle the driver slowly hands each corner person a flare that was neatly stowed away in the glove compartment. Thats me on the back left. Three Two One we light them at the exact same time, the vehicle stops rocking and start spinning slowly like a top. There we wait spinning.

An hour later still noone is talking and a sound can be heard coming from the north, straining I see a helecopter. As he nears four men dressed in ninja outfits repel quickly down towards the truck. Without a word and 30 seconds later we are air born, swinging back and forth in the wind as the chopper lifts us back towards home. Windows open limbs flapping in the wind the mood lightens. Turing on the music we realize that the antenne was somehow lost in our assent. So instead we told each other stories of our exciting adventure and listened to the story of Nathaniel the Grublet.

The End.

So I went out in my new truck, and I got stuck enough that the ninja's are some guys from camp and the helicopter was their 4runner. I really did meet alex and also broke off my antenna. I'm back, and glad I brought my truck with me.

Gargantua, etc.

2006-07-10T19:40:00.000-06:00

There was this cave with wierd things hanging from the roof and a 56' drop, which is a long one if you have to land on rocks. A lot of snow to play in, on and while sliding down. Pretty rivers flowing from pretty mountain waterfalls also feeding pretty cold swimming (jump and dunk) holes. Welcome to the Crowsnest Pass, a backyard waiting to be explored. Warning...severe sunburn may result.
yo.

Cleft Cave

2006-06-25T15:00:00.000-06:00

I don't have very exciting pictures of this weekend, they didn't turn out so well. But this is at the exit of Cleft Cave and those are my boots. We threw rocks over the edge. It was fun.
yo.

Crowsnest Mountain

2006-06-03T14:06:00.000-06:00

June 3, 2006 08:30

June 3, 2006 11:07

Thats the top. yo.

May 17

2006-05-17T22:23:00.000-06:00

Today is May 17th. One year ago today I accidentally drove my motorbike in front of a moving car. Take the time to appreciate being alive.
yo.

How to make a picture last forever

2006-05-15T19:50:00.000-06:00

In pursuit of achieving my exciting, making memories with people, taking a lot of pictures summer I have come to a crucial finding. Amazing pictures help remind you of good memories, and all amazing pictures involve a ponytail and an ice axe. Lets be fair, just an ice axe or a ponytail will make a picture great. As you can see, but just imagine them together. I know I don't have one to show you yet but soon... This is the top of Sentry Mountain, in the Crowsnest Pass. One is of me with all the hair that could possible fit into two strategically placed ponytails (Turtle Mountain aka The Frank Slide in the back) and the other is my new boss with the axe (Crowsnest Mountain in the back). Also to achieve the height, Karin as seen in my sunglasses (if you look close enough you should see them both). Remember, most good things start with a ponytail and an ice axe.

yo.

351 days in the making

2006-05-03T21:32:00.000-06:00

It has been quite snowy since I moved back, which is alright because I have had lots of interesting things to do inside. Like eating.... I know this might be hard to believe but my mom is a better cook than me. She also cooks with meat every meal. mmmm.

I also have set up what is soon to be a home recording studio, as soon as I can get a program and actually start recording stuff, I have the mics and stuff all set up. Sometimes I plug in my guitar and mic into my acoustic amp and pretend that I am playing in front of thousands of screaming fans...mostly girls...the vast majority of them screaming out my name, when in reality it is only me in my basement. And for the voice solos, you better believe I grab the mic off of the stand, wrap it around my hand and just giver. Everyone goes crazy, I end with a "thank you all very much, and stay in school,” comment just as my mom calls me for supper.

It had been 351 days since I last road a motorbike, that date also coincidentally coincides with how long ago I broke my femur. I said "had" because tonight I boosted the battery on my new bike an 83 Yamaha Virago, and took her for an uninsured, unlicensed spin on the road around my house. It felt like I had somehow; in the past 351 days become a real seasoned motorcyclist, instead of a young and foolish kid. It felt amazing...when I stated down the hill I was a little frightened I admit, but the feeling was soon overcome with the pure excitement that you feel when you are riding a bike. A feeling that I am unable to describe with words you must experience it to understand. I think it is going to be scary to ride again on the road, where vehicles are more readily available to inflict pain. And so I will try this motorcycle thing again, hoping to learn from my experience and be a wiser rider. So much fun...I am glad I trust in a God who has a plan for my life, not using it as an excuse to be stupid, although some people think it stupid to ride again. I think it is stupid to spend the rest of you life fearing something.

yo.

a bit more of friendship

2006-04-26T12:20:00.000-06:00

I discovered a long time ago that I have difficulties trusting people. It originates, I believe partly from my perfective nature. I have spent the majority of my life doing things the “best” way possible. From my point of view the “best” way is, for the most part, my way, until I find a better way and adopt it as my own. I know that “best” ways are open for interpretation and also realize that my ways aren’t always the best. This isn’t an attempt to promote the way I do things, but a realization that the perfection that I try to achieve is damaging.
I have spent so much time doing things my way that I trust myself a lot. Too much. Let’s say that trust comes in a glass and originally everyone’s starts full. We are given the opportunity to distribute our “trust” as we see fit to the other glasses around us. Well, my glass is very full, not because a lot of people trust me but because I have done a poor job of distributing my trust. In order to gain the trust of others I think it is vitally important that you trust them in return. So the analogy continues, I distribute my trust to others around me, my glass empties (don’t worry this is good) in return they trust me and my glass fills up again (see I told you it would all work out). I hope you kind of understand what I am trying to say.
I know about this problem and have been trying to fix it. When I started university I couldn’t let anyone hand in my assignment but me, but I now can let others hand it in for me. I thought that by doing this I would start to solve my trust problems. But not so, I now trust more people with small things and have forgotten about the real problem, trusting people I know with the big things. I want to have meaningful friendships but am lacking a key component, trust.
Trusting to me is like high stakes gambling. There is much to gain, like the type of friendships that I am looking for, but also stuff to lose. I don’t think this is the entire solution to my “I want meaningful friendships” question but it is something that I can definitely work on.

yo

also a big thanks to people who have talked to me about friendship in the last while, your time and insight is appreciated greatly.

Highlight of 2006

2006-04-11T14:32:00.000-06:00

Fighting for the title are:

April 8, 2006
shooting a 22, world war II 303 British Army rifle and 12 gauge shotgun. Mostly at trees, until we found out that the 303 shot right through the trees, therefore the road.

April 10, 2006
The discovery of a 30 foot long by 2 foot wide unpopped one inch bubble wrap, laying on the sidewalk outside Centennial Billiards.

yo

people take effort

2006-04-10T16:38:00.000-06:00

It takes so much effort to stay in touch with people. Not just to "hang out" as it has been called but to actually express an active interest in their lives. With school being busy recently it was easy to avoid people. There were important things that I needed to do schoolwise and I figured I would just catch up later with the people. I look at the catching up that I have to do and don't know where to start. I figured I would write an excused filled blog about why I don't want to spend any time with anyone. But that isn't the point and isn't my intent. I want to spend time with people. I just want the things that we talk about to matter. I know too many people.

Maybe I should distance myself from all but five people, then I could be a good friend to those. The problem is that I know too many amazing people, people that I enjoy being around that make me think about things when we talk.

Maybe I should get married. I could use that as an excuse to spend less time with people. But I'm not looking for an excuse. I'm looking for a way I can create deep meaningful relationships with everyone I meet.

Maybe I have the wrong outlook on friendship. Maybe people just want to know other people so that they can greet them when they pass, because it's polite to do.

I have an idealistic "all or nothing" outlook on friendship because I can never do it myself. I always realize that I haven't been giving my "all" in a friendship when it is too late to leave and give "nothing".

I'm trying.

yo.

prees ur ollae o toilet se vou play

2006-03-22T13:10:00.000-07:00

For a while now I have known the dangers of eating raw meat. I attribute this to my loving parents, mostly my mother consistently checking my hamburger for a tinge of pink before I got the opportunity to cover it in condiments, (does that include everything you put on a burger?...If not) lettuce tomatoes and my personal favourite fried onions. Mmmmm for fried onions. Actually lets add to that personal favourite fried mushrooms. Hooray for contradicting the definition of favourite by allowing two. http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=favourite. Example. "let your yes be yes and your no be no, and your favourite be preferred above all others". Sorry, I just find that word abused and it bothers me. Back to raw meat. My mother instilled into me that consumption of meat in question of being undercooked was likely to lead to you being toiletridden for the rest of your life. I never questioned. It has been two years since I moved out and the definition of cooked mean has gotten a little bit fuzzy over time. On Monday I cooked fish. Or, on Monday I put frozen fish in the oven for a time deemed acceptable by the back of the bag. I think a large part of my problem was putting the fish into the oven before it had heated up, on top of that the fish has been in the freezer since September and (I actually don't know if this can happen I could be making it up) fish, like humans when frozen at the same temperature for over six months can actually be brought back to life since they have entered what they call a permapermafrozenperma state. Unfortunately for me this fish lacked most of the organ needed to spring to life in the oven so I just got permapermafrozenperma fish. What actually happens is the fish enters a phase that is lower that solid on the fish phase diagram. They call it a supercooled liquid and it is required a lot of energy to reach the solid phase temperature (also know as the freezing point) where it can then go through the phase transformation to solid, then it can be cooked properly. I started eating the fish and it seemed alright until the middle where I conclude, "I know you shouldn't eat frozen pork, or beef or chicken, but I've had sushi before so frozen fish shouldn't kill you...and it takes so much for effort to put the fish back in the over (I had it in the oven for 7 minutes just imagine what another minute would have done to my fish)" brilliant, and now I am feeling the effects...Although if it is actually safe to eat frozen fish, then my stomach is complaining about the all you can eat ribs that I can for supper last night.
yo.

Sitting, waiting, wishing

2006-03-08T18:32:00.000-07:00

Thirty minutes until I'm in the game, and although I should be getting my game face on my brain aches at the thought. You might suppose a much needed break from school would refresh but today I feel the same way I felt yesterday, as I felt all last week. Overwhelmed and tired of school. My reading week holiday only game me a taste of what life would be like without school and I seemed to like it. I am not certain though, if it was the break from school work I enjoyed or the apparent break from responsibility. School makes my life too organized, leaving no room for spontaneous acts of curiosity and adventure. I want to wake up and be excited about what is going to happen, but I'm not because I can tell you exactly how my day will go. Two more months, I say, and then I can do exciting things...but what a waste of two months, so I've decided to make these two months exciting, although I am not too sure how yet, but I know I am going to begin by getting my game face on...Differential equations midterm in 10 minutes, I will make you exciting.
yo

This isn't quite my second post

2006-02-28T12:33:00.000-07:00

Lack of writing for the past two years has really put a damper on my ability to communicate effectively through words. I was pleased to find a spell check a top this dashboard so my inadequacies at the English language will appear less apparent. This isn't an apology but a disclaimer. Of the few big words that I know, I understand the correct meaning of less than all of them and confuse the meaning of the ones I know. But I see this as an opportunity to expand my knowledge through practice and hopefully create something interesting in the process. Unfortunately I have nothing interesting to say right now, I'll be back soon once I'm inspired.
yo.

YO. This is my first post and I'm stoked to be a blogging machine. yo.

2006-02-15T20:25:00.000-07:00

YO.
This is my first post and I'm stoked to be a blogging machine.
yo.