B.com, climbing, and the internet

[wild beast]

wb, i actually agree with you.

i mean look at that baby doll rapist cryptofag or that gun swinging tattooed freak chris shizerzzarnt or ego midget ivan greene. who would want to be associated with those guys? not to mention the competition aspect. uck. competition blows.

well, it looks kinda like you might be seeing what i am seeing and feeling what i am feeling.

it's not a 'holier than thou' or even a feeling of relief. it's more like total disbelief that THAT is where bouldering (climbing) has gone. it makes me feel kinda nauseous, i.e., gross.

i remember reading uber athlete Laird Hamilton's take training, which included diet. he said he wants to be a Mack Truck, not a Ferrari. that is, he can EAT whatever and not feel sick. he used the example of McDonald's and how top athletes with a very narrow diet range, they talk about eating McDonald's and it makes them sick. Laird says he can still Big Mac's and keep on truckin'.

i bring that analogy back to my feeling on top athletes in bouldering (climbing) [and even some of the folks on here]. while i was in it, i could tolerate it. but it finally grossed me out so much, i viewed it as objectionable (i.e., calling myself a climber or a boulderer and being associated with it).

my psychey is no Laird Hamilton. :|

[hweight]

Why care "where bouldering (climbing) has gone"? If it's a good time for you, do it. If it's not, don't. The progression/digression of the sport only affects me in that it makes places that I used to climb regularly less appealing, for those areas are crowded. So, I go somewhere else. But there's no way I'm going to let that change ruin the fun of clambering around in the woods.

Perhaps you should be more selfish, wb.

[pmahnn]

looking back on bouldering (and much less climbing), the top echelon (sharmas, etc) just seem like the epitome of .. gross. the mags, etc. the competitions, the 8a.nu. it even bleeds to many of the members on here. just disgusting, gross, self-centered, shitty people. i mean, i met a few cool people on here. but the really "Internety" ones just made/make me sick.

so leaving bouldering was like wiping the shit off my shoes. a clean break from just an absolutely gross, inbred, mostly ignorant uneducated community.

Why would you let the actions of others spoil something that is inherently private and uncompetitive. They can have their competitions ,grade chasing, and spray. If you want to just climb you can just climb. Why did you give a fuck what some tards in Euroland are doing, or what the eastcoasters are sending?

[pmahnn]

it's not a 'holier than thou' or even a feeling of relief. it's more like total disbelief that THAT is where bouldering (climbing) has gone. it makes me feel kinda nauseous, i.e., gross. :|

And why are you surprised that's it become that FOR SOME PEOPLE? Again, you're not forced to compete, read magazines, or follow the ticklists. You let the actions of people influence your life, to your detriment apparently.

Oh boo hoo, some teens are all swoule up and I feel bad now because I can't send as hard.

WTFever man.

[wild beast]

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Perhaps you should be more selfish, wb.

i've noted this sentiment in most of the secular folks i meet. and they seem to be able to embrace the carpe diem attitude that Hugh Hefner promulgated with his "If it feels good, do it" modus operandi.

while not equally weighted, this isn't a purely me indicting the climbing community. i am admonishing myself for not being able to pull the trigger, mindlessly albeit, and just go for it. or in this case, accept it and go forward.

but don't think i quit 'cuz of the community. no. it was a 1000 piece Jenga puzzle, each piece coming apart until it finally fell [my commitment to climbing]. to put all those pieces into a single word, it'd be the one commodity that we all have in common: TIME.

it was my leaving the bouldering (climbing) sphere that caused me to reflect on its state, which i NOW understand that i find completely repugnant. gross. disgusting. my love and passion for the outdoors, fitness and the movement over rock itself masked that for the most part. but once i left it, it really revealed its utter grossness, much of which is evidenced here over the last decade.

i am not on a bandwagon. i think it's great that there are those that can revel in the moment. purely for the self, purely selfish (not in the same sense as not giving a buck to a bum).

it wasn't a bad experience. it caused me to really get introspective, it exposed the intricacies of many of my friends personalities. and one of the neater things it did for me was congeal my ideas on how pleasure is derived. it's my theory of "surface contact". [succinctly], ultimately, when you granularize all the components of climbing (or any other pleasure source) into its finest particles, it comes down to 'touch' or contact with something and how our bodies interpret that. so i am stoked for that.

the other sideS of climbing are just totally exposed to me now and it's just gross. they were masked, but i believe they were unnerving to me the whole time. all the hero worshippers and the hate. bullshit attitudes, "secret spots".. dude, that is so surfing, NOT where climbing s/b. stupid. it's like climbers are actors and they are just copying something they someone do that they thought was "cool". gross.

i am not advocating anyone stopping, hell no, get some. get it all.

[hweight]

Quoting wb because it's smart and worth reading, even by those who ignore him.

Don't like it? Don't read. asdf

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Perhaps you should be more selfish, wb.

i've noted this sentiment in most of the secular folks i meet. and they seem to be able to embrace the carpe diem attitude that Hugh Hefner promulgated with his "If it feels good, do it" modus operandi.

while not equally weighted, this isn't a purely me indicting the climbing community. i am admonishing myself for not being able to pull the trigger, mindlessly albeit, and just go for it. or in this case, accept it and go forward.

but don't think i quit 'cuz of the community. no. it was a 1000 piece Jenga puzzle, each piece coming apart until it finally fell [my commitment to climbing]. to put all those pieces into a single word, it'd be the one commodity that we all have in common: TIME.

it was my leaving the bouldering (climbing) sphere that caused me to reflect on its state, which i NOW understand that i find completely repugnant. gross. disgusting. my love and passion for the outdoors, fitness and the movement over rock itself masked that for the most part. but once i left it, it really revealed its utter grossness, much of which is evidenced here over the last decade.

i am not on a bandwagon. i think it's great that there are those that can revel in the moment. purely for the self, purely selfish (not in the same sense as not giving a buck to a bum).

it wasn't a bad experience. it caused me to really get introspective, it exposed the intricacies of many of my friends personalities. and one of the neater things it did for me was congeal my ideas on how pleasure is derived. it's my theory of "surface contact". [succinctly], ultimately, when you granularize all the components of climbing (or any other pleasure source) into its finest particles, it comes down to 'touch' or contact with something and how our bodies interpret that. so i am stoked for that.

the other sideS of climbing are just totally exposed to me now and it's just gross. they were masked, but i believe they were unnerving to me the whole time. all the hero worshippers and the hate. bullshit attitudes, "secret spots".. dude, that is so surfing, NOT where climbing s/b. stupid. it's like climbers are actors and they are just copying something they someone do that they thought was "cool". gross.

i am not advocating anyone stopping, hell no, get some. get it all.

[Ikefromla]

I only wish more folks who weren't fully in love with the silly activity of climbing on rocks would quit like you. I can't even imagine my life without climbing. I have gone months on end without touching stone, when I've had to, but always find myself obsessing about that personal project left undone or just desiring to pull on stone for even a brief moment. Pulling on doorframes at the office, pinching staplers, etc. If the only people doing it were doin it purely out of this kind of love/obsession, I'm sure the crowds would be more tame.

Wishing I were pulling on syenite boulders right the fuck now.

[hweight]

I only wish more folks who weren't fully in love with the silly activity of climbing on rocks would quit like you.

But Ike! Without dilettantes and posers, how will climbing build into a massive business that offers an entire line of lifestyle products geared towards the fashionable and, in turn, support a whole quiver of pro athletes?

It's our OBLIGATION to encourage the vaguely committed; without their money, climbing will never achieve its American Dream.

[pmahnn]

I pose without paying.

[Pru]

Porch, send me your vitals

[Pru]

PS - no one here gives a shit if anyone else here climbs or why they climb if they do. Fuck off all y'all

[evil temptress]

shut your wrinkled piehole

[zirc]

[pmahnn]

[hweight]

Pfft. Call me what it's a hammer drill.

[toivo]

the spirit is all fine and well if you have a moment to consider, sit back, ask why, ask why again, not come up with an answer but still find a way to act. desire to keep at it is at a point disjointed from original reasons. one wonders whether the desire grounds reason, making excuses for love, or whether we have a reason to love. i don't know that.

here's my make-believe at the moment:

[hweight]

[joules]

my psych is gone. that's what happens when you quit climbing for a few years and put on 20 lbs.

[bostonlurk0r]

Sounds like I've been lucky to have avoided some of the more strangely motivated boulderers.

Perhaps I went into some kind of denial/avoidance after the 2005 Squamish Petzl Roc Trip. I've never heard so much pro climber trivia from one teenager before...Apparently this guy has an indoor climbing blog now.

Climbing became all about my personal pleasure after doing a one-arm pullup and the easiest 13a. Since then, I've gone longish periods without climbing but my muscles start remembering their strength after several weeks of periodic climbing. Fuck my fingers though - ow.

Now all the motivation I need is to know how good it feels to get on top of something hard.

[Lox]

Petzl Roc Trip DAB.