Friday, December 30, 2011
Well its all about to end. Our one and only 2011 is going down, tomorrow, at Midnight, where ever you are. Its been a ruff year for me. A lot has happened, and its a little to dramatic to rehash the past, so lets focus on the present.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Correlate that, and intoxicate the flower of power presumed dead all its living days!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Gender 50 would be female
50 would be male
Age 20 would be 0-14
66 would be 15-64
14 would be 65 and older
Geography 5 would be from North America
9 would be from Latin America & the Caribbean
12 would be from Europe
61 would be from Asia
13 would be from Africa
Religion 31 would be Christian
21 would be Muslim
14 would be Hindu
6 would be Buddhist
12 would believe in other religions
16 would not be religious or identify themselves
as being aligned with a particular faith
First Language 17 would speak Chinese
8 would speak Hindustani
8 would speak English
7 would speak Spanish
4 would speak Arabic
4 would speak Russian
3 would speak Bengali
2 would speak Malay-Indonesian
2 would speak French
45 would speak other languages
Overall Literacy 82 would be able to read and write
18 would not
Literacy by Gender 87 males would be able to read and write
13 males would not be able to read and write
77 females would be able to read and write
23 females would not be able to read and write
Education 76 males would have a primary school education
72 females would have a primary school education
66 males would have a secondary school education
63 females would have a secondary school education
1 would have a college education
Urban/Rural 47 would be urban dwellers
53 would be rural dwellers
Drinking Water 83 would have access to safe drinking water
17 would use unimproved water
Food 17 would be undernourished Infectious Disease <1% would have HIV/AIDS
<1%would have tuberculosis
Poverty 53 would live on less than 2USD per day
50 would live in poverty
Electricity 76 would have electricity
24 would not
Technology 34 would be cell phone subscribers
17 would be active internet users
1 would own a computer
IF THE WORLD WERE A VILLAGE OF 100 PEOPLE
In the world today, more than 6 billion people live.
If this world were shrunk to the size of a village of 100 people, what would it look like?
59 would be Asian
14 would be American (North, Central and South)
14 would be African
12 would be European
1 would be from the South Pacific
50 would be women, 50 would be men
30 would be children, 70 would be adults.
70 would be nonwhite, 30 would be white
90 would be heterosexual, 10 would be homosexual
33 would be Christians
21 would be Moslems
15 would be Hindus
6 would be Buddhists
5 would be Animists
6 would believe in other religions
14 would be without any religion or atheist.
15 would speak Chinese, Mandarin
The other would speak Indonesian, Japanese,
German, French, or some other language.
In such a village with so many sorts of folks, it would be very important to learn to understand people different from yourself and to accept others as they are. Of the 100 people in this village:
20 are underonurished
1 is dying of starvation, while 15 are overweight.
Of the wealth in this village, 6 people own 59% (all of them from the United States), 74 people own 39%, and 20 people share the remaining 2%.
Of the energy of this village, 20 people consume 80%, and 80 people share the remaining 20%.
20 have no clean, safe water to drink.
56 have access to sanitation
15 adults are illiterate.
1 has an university degree.
7 have computers.
In one year, 1 person in the village will die, but in the same year, 2 babies will be born, so that at the year's end the number of villagers will be 101.
If you do not live in fear of death by bombardment, armed attack, landmines, or of rape or kidnapping by armed groups, then you are more fortunate than 20, who do.
If you can speak and act according to your faith and your conscience without harassment, imprisonment, torture or death, then you are more fortunate than 48, who can not.
If you have money in the bank, money in your wallet and spare change somewhere around the house, then you are among the richest 8.
If you can read this message, that means you are probably lucky!
(The statistics were derived from Donella Meadows "State of the Village Report" first published in 1990)
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Is anyone from our Governing body going to stop this from crossing the border and numbing our minds too? I am officially scared for my future and the future of my planet!
Monday, September 26, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
I thought it would be a cool thing to keep a journal of my trip to Rifle, and why not just keep it public and super gritty. Here goes.
D. I would really like a 10.2 DD 70 in dark blue. Can you send it USPS general delivery to Rifle, Colorado?
Here is dan's address at So iLL for the draws.
Sent via my BlackBerry baby!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
I was sitting at my desk in my apt, on the phone a few minutes ago, a few minutes before 9pm, eastern time. My conversation was broken, slightly, by the sound of footsteps up my stairs. With my front door wide open for the fresh evening breeze to circulate, I accosted a Greenpeace door door "salesman", if you wish. I invited him in, as I rarely do to anyone, and I signed on for 12$ a month donations.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Last fall Colorado climbers Abbey Smith, Jason Kehl, Pete Takeda and Mick Follari journeyed to the Indian Himalayas in search of adventure, a fresh perspective, and the most aesthetic boulders in the world's greatest mountain range.
With only 10 days remaining the team has to get serious in order to complete their final projects. This is their last chance to send before leaving their bouldering utopia behind.
This is Ten! is the final episode of the Zanskar Odyssey web series. Be sure to keep an eye out for the full length film featuring more climbing footage and a closer look into the inspiration behind the trip.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I got a txt from a little lady down in kentucky who happened to get her hands on the new OBED guidebook and caught a glimpes of some quebecer climbing some rock in a picture. I called Jim Thornburg and turns out a couple pics of me are in the guide book. How sweet.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Mike Bohorquez 11/23/1966 - 5/22/2011
It never occurred to me that I would one day have to write an obituary. Then, on the morning of May 25th, the clock coming close to 6am, my ears heard the worse words come through the cellular connection of my mobile phone. My best friend; confidante, my shinning star amongst all wrong and wild things on this earth, was gone.
Mike Bohorquez was born in Newfoundland, Canada, on November 23rd, 1966. He studied at private schools and universities across the Americas and toured with the Grateful Dead, until climbing came to play a rampart part in turning him into the outgoing and amazing person he never failed to be. His body was found in a hotel room in Bogota, Columbia, on May 22th 2011.
Mike lived his life at the utmost pase. He drove his Harley, or 56 panhead hardtail, as he repeatedly corrected me, all over the Colorado highways. When asked about where he lived, he always replied, ‘’from here, for now. ‘’ His mailing address was stamped on his Metolius haul bags, which
he used to travel, and to climb the walls of El Cap, to which, if he had a home, it would be. He spoke of his life as if it had no beginning and no end. He spoke with purity and laughter and spent his days trying his best.
What I remember the most about Mike was his girly screams falling from the anchors of his current projects and his headphones gushing out loud metal music camouflaged in his blonde dreads, which he would never cut. We would sit on the main street in the village of Cienega, waiting for the sun to hit us every morning, he with his coffee, imported and the most expensive money could buy. He took great pleasure in brewing his cups in the morning, and if anyone had a routine, that was his.
No amount of free gear was good enough for Mike, and in the past few years he had convinced Evolv, Bluewater and Metolius to put him on their grassroots team. This, above all else, gave Mike a motivation and drive to excel at his sport.
He spent his life living, and, for the most part, making sure we all remembered to do so as well. He was always looking out for his friends. He was always there. Mike always reminded me, that if I ever needed anyone taken out, hacked to pieces and made to disappear, he would do it. Mike loved his weapons, and was always close to his knives. He spoke about his guns as Shakespeare would about love. Never a day would go buy should we not hear something about him shooting off rounds in the dessert of Colorado.
We parted ways a few days into March of 2011, he went south and I, north. Plans to go to china in Oct. We both went our way, towards what we gravitate too. Mike had plans to travel for an undetermined amount of time. Our next meeting will now have to wait, just a little bit longer.
Here I am now, sitting on the floor of my apt, writing this for you. I have lost many friends over the past few years, but you are the one who will be sorely missed. I hope you Watch over me, us, with great wide eyes. May we make you proud. Maybe you take my dog for walks, where you both are, and may you never forget, that we will never stop remembering you, in our daily chores, activities and lives. You surround us, and bring us the strength and knowledge to forge on ahead, even though sometimes, we no not where we go.
In loving memeory of Mike Bohorquez
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
As you all may have heard the rumours over the past few days, becomes reality for us today. Alain Denis, on assignment in Columbia, confirmed the passing of my best friend and climbing partner, Mike Bohorquez.
The details as of right now are very limited, but so far, we know that after a couple days of climbing and shooting pictures with Alain in Suesca, Columbia, Mike left the party on Saturday, May 21st to go see a Football match in Bogota. A few days later his mother got a phone call from the Canadian Embassy in Columbia notifying that Mike had passed away sometime on Sunday May 22nd.
In respect to any other details, I will refrain from any rumours or unspecific facts for the time being.
I will try and update this information as much as I can as I get word from the south.
Mike will be greatly missed. He was my best friend, confidant, brother and belayer star.
If you have any comments please feel free to leave them, but please refrain from any details in public. If you have such information, please email them to me so they can be verified, and that way, we can respect the family and memory of Mike.
On a worse note, and a worse day of all.