UI Climbing Comp

On Saturday March 5th, climbers from all over the north-west gathered together and had what is called the Palouse Climbing Festival. Over 100 climbers, including myself, competed in this north-west festival of rocks. Here are a few photos from the weekend.

Today two things happened. One, I went to the library in between class and took a couple shots of some books and whatnot. Two, it snowed. It snowed a lot. This photo, although pretty snowy, fails to represent the true justice of the weather here in Pullman.

I decided that I wanted to get back into photography and so I got a Canon 30D with a 50mm f/1.8 lens. Enjoy

Solidworks

I've recently found an appreciation for 3D modelling. It's very fun

Any Colour You Like

Transitions, my teacher blankly stated, are words that continue the flow of thought. I sat there in my English 101 classroom of 26 students and thought to myself, how would I write myself a transition? Should I think of one word that describes how I would like to continue? I thought of one word, however I didn't know what to do with it. How should I let the world know that I am ready to move on? Should I dwell on one specific word and try to fit my paragraph around that one word? Should I try and fit that one word around an entire system of paragraphs? I wasn't sure at all. I'm not even sure that the classroom full of 26 students, plus the teacher, even knew how. What I realize is that we all dwell more on how we are going to present the sense of onward motion, rather than actually capturing that important time period called a transition. In my mind I want to just spill my guts to the world that I am moving on, but that is not really how it has to be. Transitions should not dwell on what you are trying to say, but really they should capture the essence of what you are trying to say and push things forward with a great power. Transitions are very powerful tools. So as I sat in my English 101 class of 26 students plus one teacher, I just remembered that what she said to me had nothing to do with the truth. The simplistic truth is, transitions are the most beautiful part of an expression and that is it.

I'm as sick as a dog!

Have you ever wondered where that saying comes from? I always have. I wonder what a sick dog feels like. They probably feel just as sick as a person, except they have a floppy tongue to worry about. I wonder if dogs ever feel like sleeping all day and drinking lots of water. Funny thing about dogs is that they always do that! Maybe that's why we say we are as sick as a dog because dogs always act sick! I think I have uncovered a deep and dark secret! Well tata for now because I am off to do boat loads of homework. And now i wonder where that saying comes from....

Wildcat

Lights, camera, action, cut. Speeding, tossing and turning, every minute filled with adrenaline. I look out the window and I think to myself, how could I ever forget what I have learned. The answer is simply, no. There isn't a way that my brain receptors could block this feeling. Running, skipping, hopping, running. I can't get rid of these endorphins. They live inside of me and create residence on streets I wasn't aware existed. Possibilities and constrictions appear as if they were a product of the wind, random as ever and fleeting as never. Playing, singing, dancing, shredding. I wish these sounds could live inside of me. Do they? Quite possibly. Love, like, love, like, love. Inside of me I know, however confusing, yet concrete, but intangible. I think to myself that I must have missed everything as if a flash of lightning barely grazed my ear lobes. How could I have been so foolish by assuming that everything had already passed. Not only had there not been a lightning storm, but a field of daisy's and a bright shining sun kept company the girl of my dreams and a beautiful picnic. Light, running, playing, singing, dancing, shredding. All this time I assumed a quick retreat, yet it sits right beneath my nose as if it was waiting for me all along. Lights, camera, action.