Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The things they never taught us in school.....

Feet to Meters Conversion Calculator

Celsius to Fahrenheit Conversion Calculator

Miles to Kilometers Conversion Calculator

Kilograms to Pounds Conversion Calculator



I was asked the other day if I was embarrassed about the political situation of America.....well, I won't go into details on that conversion....one thing i do get embarrassed about is when i am asked questions about the temperatures in AK and don't know the answer in Celsius....or when i want to climb a peak and it is reported in meters, but i think in feet....Because everything i was taught in school had nothing to do with the metric system....except that one chemistry class......so as I work on my Spanish, I am also working on learning conversions! Found this website extremely helpful and thought I would share.....

Friday, November 9, 2007

The Bariloche Vortex

Ok, i did get stuck in the Bariloche Vortex for some time...but what an amazing place to be stuck....Mostly a recon mission, as in-between seasons....
Did some climbing and ran out to the Frey to check out the climbing and ski lines....but snow was still low for climbing and late season for skiing....Met some amazing folks, took Spanish lessons with Maria - Spanish in the Mountains: http://www.spanishinthemountains.com/




Enjoyed pot roast Sunday and taco Tuesday,

enjoyed the ride able waves in "Lake Tahoe", the long runs in the mountains and enjoyed the great mix of folks that just happened to land in the same place at the same time.....


Tuesday, November 6, 2007

I Am Vertical - Sylvia Path

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.