Tiffany Hensley

Day 5 of Mission Do-Nothing-Related-To-Climbing: FAIL.

Climbed today, with my melancholy knee!!! So I'm booking the tickets to Imst for the World Cup!!! The competition is two weeks away.

My sanity, over the past week of forced rest, was saved by learning chinese, french and spanish, existing in a perpetual state of boiling tea, and other pretty nerdy and innovative methods of thumb-twiddling. Excuse me, while I make some black tea...


Last, just moved to a tiny house in San Diego with 3 electrical engineers. One of them has already disemboweled a laptop with a screwdriver. :)

Here's a little wisdom for you:

Post-car-wreck, pieces from the experience are scattered in deep corners.

They will lie beside a freeway in the middle of Nevada; warm and snug under newly healed skin; or engraved forever on the internet via Billy's facebook - aptly underlined, and with exclamatory captions.

Some pieces will sit quietly in the back of your mind and twiddle their thumbs patiently, like Anthony's blocked-off memories. Some are less content to be buried - the moment of weightlessness at 70 mph makes you lurch off the couch suddenly and make black peach-mango tea while your house-mate watches the slow-motion capture of Brad Pitt crashing his car in "Shooter". Surround-sound carries perfectly the pitch of wrenching glass and metal, of, simultaneously, everything crunching apart and flying together.