Any computer gurus out there reading this blog? I need a spot o' help:
I have become the victim of the (in)famous (at least judging by the number of Google hits) Windows Stop 0x77 KERNEL_STACK_INPAGE ERROR and I'm wondering if anyone knows of a cure. The symptoms:
My cold laptop will boot fine into Windows and work for ~5 minutes (this depends on how much I'm accessing the hard disk), then it blue-screens with the aforementioned KERNEL_STACK_INPAGE ERROR. If I try to restart immediately, BIOS says it can't find the primary hard disk drive and refuses to boot anything. If I wait for ~5 minutes or so, BIOS will find the disk drive and proceed, but neither Linux nor Windows will boot successfully (Linux says it can't find the hard drive, and Windows blue-screens with the same error before even booting all the way.) The longer I wait before restarting, the more complete the Windows boot before it crashes; however, booting is accompanied by an intermittent clicking noise from the hard drive and only intemittent disk drive accesses. If I let the laptop cool all the way down (about half an hour or so) Windows will boot normally and the process repeats.
Microsoft says this about the error; I don't have a boot virus since the error arguments aren't zero, but neither do they match the other error arguments described. (I can't run anti-virus since it accesses the disk so much it crashes Windows immediately, but my external drive isn't infected because I can scan that.) My solution has been so far to move all important files off my internal disk into an external one (~200 MB before each crash...) and keep my fingers crossed that something worse doesn't happen before I'm done, but I would really like to fix this.
Does anyone have any ideas? (Keep in mind I'm in Belgium and have rather limited Tech Support, so reinstalling anything major will have to wait.)
Thanks!
(More interesting post about my life will follow after I do some more work...)
Archive for July, 2006
Computer guru needed
Monday, July 31st, 2006Death Cab for Cutie – I Will Follow You into the Dark
Monday, July 31st, 2006nice video by death cab for cutie. check it out. yeah, yeah, i know i'm 2 months behind.
[via youtube]
Popular Mechanics – Electric Lotus
Thursday, July 27th, 2006
An electric car that has the body of a Lotus Elise a range up to 250 miles that can do 0-60 in 4 seconds? If only it weren't $80-100K.
Popular Mechanics - Electric Lotus
Popular Mechanics - Electric Lotus
Great view, cheap rent, walking distance from Canada
Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
Great view, cheap rent, walking distance from Canada.
I’m back at home after a 7-night solo hike through 100 miles of Vermont’s Green Mountains. This was an “unsupported” hike, meaning I carried all my supplies for the entire hike on my back. In one day I climbed over 3,500 feet while setting a new personal distance record of 21 miles. Overall the hike was four times longer than my previous longest hike and I collected a good share of stories along the way.
The part of the Long Trail (LT) I was hiking inspired outdoor enthusiasts to extend it and construct the world-famous Appalachian Trail (AT), a 2200 mile trail from Georgia to Maine which connects all the mountain ranges in the Appalachians . During my week hiking I shared camp sites and a good amount of conversation with many “thru hikers” who had either left Georgia in March or April or departed from Maine in May.
Thru hikers of the AT get a lot of credit from me. These are people who put their lives on hold for 5-8 months to hike. Their currency is weight: they all know exactly how many pounds they are carrying and will mail their sleeping bag and cooking gear ahead a couple hundred miles to lighten their packs by 4 pounds. They will only carry 2-4 days of food and spend occasional days “taking a zero” (as in zero miles on the trail) to hitch-hike to grocery stores, hostels, or the homes of old hikers for supplies, showers or a meal with fresh ingredients that would have required refrigeration. Thru hikers could tell me how to get the post office to ship packages for free, how many calories per ounce are in a bagel, or why almonds and walnuts are the best nuts to put in trail mix. They only filter their water if it is absolutely necessary and would rather sleep in a three-walled open shelter than set up their tarp or lightweight tent. They have lost anywhere from 5 to 40 pounds on the trail, are mostly over 30 (some pushing 70), many are divorced or recently ended a long relationship and all of them have stories to tell about why they are hiking. Some are “professional hikers” who only work three months of the winter to support their hiking.
Some of these characteristics apply to people thru hiking the LT though it is a shorter hike. Many AT thru hikers will say it takes about 300 miles to get into the “trail lifestyle” so in the southern part of the state where the LT and AT trails are one, the LTers pick up on the lessons and tall tales of the ATers have to give.
I had hoped to thru hike the entire 272 miles of the Long Trail from Massachusetts to Canada. So despite my feeling of accomplishment I am a little disappointed by an old injury which caused me to cut my hike short. I sprained an ankle two years ago hiking in boots with poor ankle support. After five days of hiking the Long Trail my ankle started hurting again. Even with bandages and plenty of what some hikers call “vitamin-I” (ibuprofen) it was clear by day seven that continuing the hike without properly resting my leg would risk doing more damage. I have spent most of my summer getting physically qualified to work in Antarctica and I didn’t want to risk losing my job because of a hiking injury. If there is still a Vermont when I get back from Antarctica there will still be a Long Trail but making the decision to be an adult and put work before the trail was surprisingly tough for me emotionally.
While the AT thru hikers probably get the most respect, there isn’t really a class structure on the trail. When I mentioned I was “just hiking the long trail” to an AT hiker he pointed out that there is no “just” about hiking hundreds of miles. No matter how long or short I was hiking many hikers accepted me as “one of them” because I was happy to be in the woods unlike the 90 something percent of the population still at home in the “real world.”
Both AT and LT thru hikers give each other trail names. These are the names people call you by on the trail and the name you use to sign log books or leave funny messages for the next hiker to use a shelter behind you. A trail name is usually easier to remember than someone’s real name because it has to do with a feature of their personality or gear; picking your own trail name is frowned upon. The people I met along the trail had names like Hobbit, or Pokie (who was both slow and threatened to poke anyone in the shelter that snored). One guy who hiked with a walking stick in his right hand earned the name Right Side. I was named Ti or Titanium because of my super-light Titanium alcohol stove and cooking gear.
Those who aren’t thru hikers fall into a few categories, the most loved being the “trail angels,” those who work minor miracles using “trail magic.” Trail angles are usually retired hikers who make life much better for the hikers by leaving jars of peanut butter or snacks on the trail with signs saying “Thru hikers, help yourselves!” Occasionally they stock coolers or leave milk crates full of soda and beer in cool streams. Some even grill burgers for hikers by the trail or build “secret shelters” to replace the hiking shelters that local high-school kids commandeer for parties.
If you aren’t a trail angel you are probably a day hiker or a section hiker. These groups usually park a car at a trailhead where a road meets the trail and hike to the top of mountains or into the woods for a couple days. Day hikers have small packs if any at all and can be woefully under-prepared for a change in weather. (If a person makes it into the news for getting stranded or having hypothermia in the woods many thru hikers assume they were day hikers) Section hikers usually have packs larger than those of thru hikers since they only have to carry them for a couple of days. There is some truth to the adage that “people with a lot of gear are campers, people with only a little gear are hikers.” Both day and section hikers smell of deodorant and perfumed soap and can be easily recognized by thru hikers who ditched the bear-attracting scented products in their first hundred miles on the trail. Some thru hikers take it upon themselves to toy with section hikers for their own entertainment. One thru hiker known as “El Guapo” carried a Mexican wrestler’s mask with him as a “luxury item” to scare section and day hikers.
Aside from the occasional ranger (aka “ridge runner”) or homeless person living in a shelter, the other group one encounters on the trail is known affectionately as “the cheaters,” or “the tourons.” These are the people who pay to take chairlifts or roads up the mountains to see the view rather than having a view as a reward for a good hike. They tend to ask a lot of questions about thru hiking. Hikers are generally happy to have some human contact and to tell their stories. At times, however, “the tourons” can be callous and remind hikers of the reasons they decided to spend so much time in the woods in the first place. One woman from New Jersey asked me and an AT thru hiker “What do you people do to support yourselves so you can walk in the woods for months?” which sounded a lot to me like, “Get a job you hippie!” An infamous question not dignified with an answer is “Why’d you walk all the way up that side if there’s a chairlift over here?” Many hikers brush off the more annoying and judgmental of the tourons in ways similar to how most people deal with the Jehovah’s Witnesses at their door. While most tourons are pleasant, the only redeeming trait of many is the food from their picnic lunch that they may offer or leave behind.
With that cast of characters it was a fun week. I still probably spent over half of my time alone in the woods which was great for thinking and de-stressing. There is something nice about going to bed at sunset and waking up at sunrise knowing the only thing I have to do that day is put one foot in front of the other. Before I knew it, I was 100 miles beyond my starting point and in a lot better shape both physically and mentally. The hike showed me I can make it on the trail for an extended period of time without showers, toilets, or heated shelter during cold rain storms. With that experience I am definitely going to go back and finish the hike after I return from the ice.
I’m back at home after a 7-night solo hike through 100 miles of Vermont’s Green Mountains. This was an “unsupported” hike, meaning I carried all my supplies for the entire hike on my back. In one day I climbed over 3,500 feet while setting a new personal distance record of 21 miles. Overall the hike was four times longer than my previous longest hike and I collected a good share of stories along the way.
The part of the Long Trail (LT) I was hiking inspired outdoor enthusiasts to extend it and construct the world-famous Appalachian Trail (AT), a 2200 mile trail from Georgia to Maine which connects all the mountain ranges in the Appalachians . During my week hiking I shared camp sites and a good amount of conversation with many “thru hikers” who had either left Georgia in March or April or departed from Maine in May.
Thru hikers of the AT get a lot of credit from me. These are people who put their lives on hold for 5-8 months to hike. Their currency is weight: they all know exactly how many pounds they are carrying and will mail their sleeping bag and cooking gear ahead a couple hundred miles to lighten their packs by 4 pounds. They will only carry 2-4 days of food and spend occasional days “taking a zero” (as in zero miles on the trail) to hitch-hike to grocery stores, hostels, or the homes of old hikers for supplies, showers or a meal with fresh ingredients that would have required refrigeration. Thru hikers could tell me how to get the post office to ship packages for free, how many calories per ounce are in a bagel, or why almonds and walnuts are the best nuts to put in trail mix. They only filter their water if it is absolutely necessary and would rather sleep in a three-walled open shelter than set up their tarp or lightweight tent. They have lost anywhere from 5 to 40 pounds on the trail, are mostly over 30 (some pushing 70), many are divorced or recently ended a long relationship and all of them have stories to tell about why they are hiking. Some are “professional hikers” who only work three months of the winter to support their hiking.
Some of these characteristics apply to people thru hiking the LT though it is a shorter hike. Many AT thru hikers will say it takes about 300 miles to get into the “trail lifestyle” so in the southern part of the state where the LT and AT trails are one, the LTers pick up on the lessons and tall tales of the ATers have to give.
I had hoped to thru hike the entire 272 miles of the Long Trail from Massachusetts to Canada. So despite my feeling of accomplishment I am a little disappointed by an old injury which caused me to cut my hike short. I sprained an ankle two years ago hiking in boots with poor ankle support. After five days of hiking the Long Trail my ankle started hurting again. Even with bandages and plenty of what some hikers call “vitamin-I” (ibuprofen) it was clear by day seven that continuing the hike without properly resting my leg would risk doing more damage. I have spent most of my summer getting physically qualified to work in Antarctica and I didn’t want to risk losing my job because of a hiking injury. If there is still a Vermont when I get back from Antarctica there will still be a Long Trail but making the decision to be an adult and put work before the trail was surprisingly tough for me emotionally.
While the AT thru hikers probably get the most respect, there isn’t really a class structure on the trail. When I mentioned I was “just hiking the long trail” to an AT hiker he pointed out that there is no “just” about hiking hundreds of miles. No matter how long or short I was hiking many hikers accepted me as “one of them” because I was happy to be in the woods unlike the 90 something percent of the population still at home in the “real world.”
Both AT and LT thru hikers give each other trail names. These are the names people call you by on the trail and the name you use to sign log books or leave funny messages for the next hiker to use a shelter behind you. A trail name is usually easier to remember than someone’s real name because it has to do with a feature of their personality or gear; picking your own trail name is frowned upon. The people I met along the trail had names like Hobbit, or Pokie (who was both slow and threatened to poke anyone in the shelter that snored). One guy who hiked with a walking stick in his right hand earned the name Right Side. I was named Ti or Titanium because of my super-light Titanium alcohol stove and cooking gear.
Those who aren’t thru hikers fall into a few categories, the most loved being the “trail angels,” those who work minor miracles using “trail magic.” Trail angles are usually retired hikers who make life much better for the hikers by leaving jars of peanut butter or snacks on the trail with signs saying “Thru hikers, help yourselves!” Occasionally they stock coolers or leave milk crates full of soda and beer in cool streams. Some even grill burgers for hikers by the trail or build “secret shelters” to replace the hiking shelters that local high-school kids commandeer for parties.
If you aren’t a trail angel you are probably a day hiker or a section hiker. These groups usually park a car at a trailhead where a road meets the trail and hike to the top of mountains or into the woods for a couple days. Day hikers have small packs if any at all and can be woefully under-prepared for a change in weather. (If a person makes it into the news for getting stranded or having hypothermia in the woods many thru hikers assume they were day hikers) Section hikers usually have packs larger than those of thru hikers since they only have to carry them for a couple of days. There is some truth to the adage that “people with a lot of gear are campers, people with only a little gear are hikers.” Both day and section hikers smell of deodorant and perfumed soap and can be easily recognized by thru hikers who ditched the bear-attracting scented products in their first hundred miles on the trail. Some thru hikers take it upon themselves to toy with section hikers for their own entertainment. One thru hiker known as “El Guapo” carried a Mexican wrestler’s mask with him as a “luxury item” to scare section and day hikers.
Aside from the occasional ranger (aka “ridge runner”) or homeless person living in a shelter, the other group one encounters on the trail is known affectionately as “the cheaters,” or “the tourons.” These are the people who pay to take chairlifts or roads up the mountains to see the view rather than having a view as a reward for a good hike. They tend to ask a lot of questions about thru hiking. Hikers are generally happy to have some human contact and to tell their stories. At times, however, “the tourons” can be callous and remind hikers of the reasons they decided to spend so much time in the woods in the first place. One woman from New Jersey asked me and an AT thru hiker “What do you people do to support yourselves so you can walk in the woods for months?” which sounded a lot to me like, “Get a job you hippie!” An infamous question not dignified with an answer is “Why’d you walk all the way up that side if there’s a chairlift over here?” Many hikers brush off the more annoying and judgmental of the tourons in ways similar to how most people deal with the Jehovah’s Witnesses at their door. While most tourons are pleasant, the only redeeming trait of many is the food from their picnic lunch that they may offer or leave behind.
With that cast of characters it was a fun week. I still probably spent over half of my time alone in the woods which was great for thinking and de-stressing. There is something nice about going to bed at sunset and waking up at sunrise knowing the only thing I have to do that day is put one foot in front of the other. Before I knew it, I was 100 miles beyond my starting point and in a lot better shape both physically and mentally. The hike showed me I can make it on the trail for an extended period of time without showers, toilets, or heated shelter during cold rain storms. With that experience I am definitely going to go back and finish the hike after I return from the ice.
I Have Housing!!!
Sunday, July 23rd, 2006
Stanford gave me an on-campus apartment after all. I'm so happy right now :)
Happy hurting
Tuesday, July 18th, 2006
Everything hurts, except for my face – this is about how I felt yesterday morning after waking up. Everything is sore, especially my back and shoulders. And I have bruises and cuts galore. Why, you may ask? Adventure weekend, that’s why.
Adventure weekend is organized by P&G for the interns every summer – it’s two days of fun in the sun in the Ardennes. Saturday we left early in the morning (well, early for a weekend – 8am) and drove to a tiny village southeast of Brussels in the hills by a river. There we were awaited by several guides, who proceeded to guide us through a couple of relatively innocuous activities – building a short bridge over a stream to drive a Jeep over, canoeing down the river, dry-land fishing for objects, and a bunch of team-based relay-type games. The day was gorgeous, sunny and hot with enough of a breeze to maintain relative comfort but ensure that we were all burned crispy by day’s end. The real adventure, however, came after lunch, where we did a spot of rock climbing and (very) high ropes course.
The rock climbing was very fun at first, until I made the mistake (perhaps?) of taking the “challenging” trail up the rock as opposed to the easy way. The company organizing the whole thing had strung up a steel safety cable and installed some iron foot/handholds into the rock to help people climb, but still, the way up was highly dicey. Part of the problem was my height, or lack thereof – the holds were convenient and at the right height for someone 180cm tall, but less so for someone of my 165. But I think that would have been fine, if it hadn’t been for the fact that we were climbing in the full sun, so my hands were very sweaty very quickly, which tends to reduce friction and grabbing power quite drastically. The first part, however, went okay – there was one point were I was holding on my practically sheer will (and my safety harness), but I made it to the middle point. The second part, however, was not so good; I wasn’t first in line and so had to wait to climb, which probably didn’t help matters, and I was already tired from the first part of the rock, so I simply couldn’t make it from one hold to another and fell. The good thing about it was that once you fall once and know that the harness will hold you, the rest of the climb becomes a little less scary. But by the time I fell, my arms were about to drop off, so I swallowed my (somewhat injured) pride and climbed up the easy route. But I’m still happy – I didn’t think I would make it even that far, so I consider the climb a success.
After we made it to the top, we went through a high ropes course, which I actually thought was much easier than the rock climbing, since all it requires is good balance and the ability to not look at the ground. By this point we were quite high up on the mountain, which would ordinarily create some difficulties in getting back down. However, the company thought of everything, and so installed a zip-line back down to the ground as reward for having climbed up all that way. And let me tell you, that was one of the most fun things I’ve done in a very long time; the take-off point was enough that we were sliding for a long enough time to fully appreciate the sensation of flying. It was definitely worth all the scratches and bruises I got on the way up. As the last organized even of the day, we built and raced rafts made out of inner tubes and plywood down the river. Somewhat predictably, mayhem ensued and everyone got soaked, but everyone had fun. After some symbolic drying off, we headed to our accommodations for the night. And what swanky accommodation they were; rustic and country-like, but definitely very swanky. Dinner and the evening/night/morning passed as anyone who knows what college-students like to do on the weekend can imagine; the coordinators from P&G who “chaperoned” us on the trip (I say “chaperoned”, since chaperones generally speaking don’t buy 300 Euros’ worth of alcohol for their chaperonees) had perhaps the most fun of all. It was certainly entertaining to watch them.
Anyhow, Sunday morning we woke up at 8am for the last part of the adventure weekend: 11km of kayaking down the river. That was perhaps the most fun of all – the day was beautiful, it was cool on the water, and I had a good friend paddle with me in the kayak. Only trouble was that it hasn’t rained in a couple of weeks (which they say is uncharacteristic for Belgium), so the water level was a trifle low, so going over some of the rapids was more an exercise in getting unstuck from rocks than paddling. But as I say, it was very very fun. By the time everyone finished going down the river and had lunch, we were all pretty much ready to keel over from exhaustion (although I must say, paddling is a pretty good way to get over a hangover…) I was also starting to feel the combined effects of rock climbing and paddling on shoulders and back, and just about ready to go home. Luckily, most everyone was in the same boat, so I ended up at home by early evening. I took a most wonderful bath and crashed in front of the TV, watching none other than athletics and beach volleyball, feeling my muscles get stiffer and stiffer. Which brings me to this morning, and having everything hurt. But I’ll say thins – it was very worth it; the weekend was loads of fun.
Adventure weekend is organized by P&G for the interns every summer – it’s two days of fun in the sun in the Ardennes. Saturday we left early in the morning (well, early for a weekend – 8am) and drove to a tiny village southeast of Brussels in the hills by a river. There we were awaited by several guides, who proceeded to guide us through a couple of relatively innocuous activities – building a short bridge over a stream to drive a Jeep over, canoeing down the river, dry-land fishing for objects, and a bunch of team-based relay-type games. The day was gorgeous, sunny and hot with enough of a breeze to maintain relative comfort but ensure that we were all burned crispy by day’s end. The real adventure, however, came after lunch, where we did a spot of rock climbing and (very) high ropes course.
The rock climbing was very fun at first, until I made the mistake (perhaps?) of taking the “challenging” trail up the rock as opposed to the easy way. The company organizing the whole thing had strung up a steel safety cable and installed some iron foot/handholds into the rock to help people climb, but still, the way up was highly dicey. Part of the problem was my height, or lack thereof – the holds were convenient and at the right height for someone 180cm tall, but less so for someone of my 165. But I think that would have been fine, if it hadn’t been for the fact that we were climbing in the full sun, so my hands were very sweaty very quickly, which tends to reduce friction and grabbing power quite drastically. The first part, however, went okay – there was one point were I was holding on my practically sheer will (and my safety harness), but I made it to the middle point. The second part, however, was not so good; I wasn’t first in line and so had to wait to climb, which probably didn’t help matters, and I was already tired from the first part of the rock, so I simply couldn’t make it from one hold to another and fell. The good thing about it was that once you fall once and know that the harness will hold you, the rest of the climb becomes a little less scary. But by the time I fell, my arms were about to drop off, so I swallowed my (somewhat injured) pride and climbed up the easy route. But I’m still happy – I didn’t think I would make it even that far, so I consider the climb a success.
After we made it to the top, we went through a high ropes course, which I actually thought was much easier than the rock climbing, since all it requires is good balance and the ability to not look at the ground. By this point we were quite high up on the mountain, which would ordinarily create some difficulties in getting back down. However, the company thought of everything, and so installed a zip-line back down to the ground as reward for having climbed up all that way. And let me tell you, that was one of the most fun things I’ve done in a very long time; the take-off point was enough that we were sliding for a long enough time to fully appreciate the sensation of flying. It was definitely worth all the scratches and bruises I got on the way up. As the last organized even of the day, we built and raced rafts made out of inner tubes and plywood down the river. Somewhat predictably, mayhem ensued and everyone got soaked, but everyone had fun. After some symbolic drying off, we headed to our accommodations for the night. And what swanky accommodation they were; rustic and country-like, but definitely very swanky. Dinner and the evening/night/morning passed as anyone who knows what college-students like to do on the weekend can imagine; the coordinators from P&G who “chaperoned” us on the trip (I say “chaperoned”, since chaperones generally speaking don’t buy 300 Euros’ worth of alcohol for their chaperonees) had perhaps the most fun of all. It was certainly entertaining to watch them.
Anyhow, Sunday morning we woke up at 8am for the last part of the adventure weekend: 11km of kayaking down the river. That was perhaps the most fun of all – the day was beautiful, it was cool on the water, and I had a good friend paddle with me in the kayak. Only trouble was that it hasn’t rained in a couple of weeks (which they say is uncharacteristic for Belgium), so the water level was a trifle low, so going over some of the rapids was more an exercise in getting unstuck from rocks than paddling. But as I say, it was very very fun. By the time everyone finished going down the river and had lunch, we were all pretty much ready to keel over from exhaustion (although I must say, paddling is a pretty good way to get over a hangover…) I was also starting to feel the combined effects of rock climbing and paddling on shoulders and back, and just about ready to go home. Luckily, most everyone was in the same boat, so I ended up at home by early evening. I took a most wonderful bath and crashed in front of the TV, watching none other than athletics and beach volleyball, feeling my muscles get stiffer and stiffer. Which brings me to this morning, and having everything hurt. But I’ll say thins – it was very worth it; the weekend was loads of fun.
What Date is Today?!
Sunday, July 16th, 2006
Is anyone else shocked that it's already the middle of July? I have no idea where the summer is going, but I guess I have to start looking for tickets (of the one-way variety... weird) back to Chicago pretty soon.
I also started looking into getting LASIK, since my mom offered the procedure as a graduation present. Personally, I got a little freaked out by the FDA site. I'm beginning to think that this is not for me.
I also started looking into getting LASIK, since my mom offered the procedure as a graduation present. Personally, I got a little freaked out by the FDA site. I'm beginning to think that this is not for me.
And away I go
Sunday, July 16th, 2006
I'm about to begin hiking the Long Trail in Vermont. A 272 mile hike along Vermont's ridge line stretching from Massachusetts to Canada. With any luck I should be finishing up on or around Aug 6, but since it is vacation I won't be rushing to keep to a schedule. If you want to come join me give me a call on my cell phone (look it up on facebook) and leave me a message. The rough plan (subject to change when I feel like it) is as follows. Wish me luck!
| DAY | HIKE TO: | MILES | Estim. book HOURS |
| 7/17 | Congdon Shelter | 13.4 | 9.5 |
| 18 | Goddard Shelter | 14.4 | 9.5 |
| 19 | Story Spring Shelter | 8.9 | 5.5 |
| 20 | William B. Douglas Shelter | 16 | 9 |
| 21 | Peru Peak | 16.3 | 10.75 |
| 22 | Greenwall | 14.7 | 8.83 |
| 23 | Cooper Lodge (Noon resupply @VT103 9mi 5.75h) | 19.2 | 12.25 |
| 24 | Rolston rest | 12.5 | 8.6 |
| 25 | Sunrise Shelter | 14.4 | 9.25 |
| 26 | Boyce | 13.8 | 9.25 |
| 27 | Cooley Glen | 9.7 | 7 |
| 28 | Theron Dean | 15.1 | 9.75 |
| 29 | Montclair Glen | 12.4 | 7.75 |
| 30 | Duck Brook (afternoon resupply around Jonesville) | 13.4 | 8 |
| 31 | Taylor | 13.2 | 9 |
| 1 | Whiteface Shelter | 15 | 11 |
| 2 | Roundtop Shelter | 11.2 | 6.75 |
| 3 | Spruce Ledge | 14.8 | 9.5 |
| 4 | Hazen NotchCamp | 14.7 | 10 |
| 5 | Shooting Star Camp | 13.2 | 9.5 |
| 6 | Canada and Trailhead for pickup | 5.7 | 4 |
Keep cool but don’t freeze
Thursday, July 13th, 2006
"Keep cool, but do not freeze." — From a mayonnaise jar, but also makes a good winterover life rule.
Some other good Polar Quotes gathered on the Net
Some other good Polar Quotes gathered on the Net
Fashion on the Brain
Monday, July 10th, 2006
Alright, since I'm doing absolutely no brain work this summer, this post is absolutely frivolous... but you know you can't resist.
Two fashion trends are making a strong resurgence this summer: leggings and tailored shorts.![]()
Now, I usually embrace new trends with open arms and excitement. However, the frequent appearance of these two articles of clothing have made me pause and ponder just where fashion is going. Let's examine each item separately.
Shorts are perhaps one of the most misunderstood articles of clothing in a modern woman's wardrobe. They are caught between the classic chic of tailored slacks and the carefree ease of gym clothes. So arises the question: does one who dones tailored shorts trying to create a more laid back formal outfit or go for a snazzy but comfortable ensemble? Discounting dressing for physical activity, I have not worn short in a good four years. Perhaps with the right accesories, tailored shorts will make an appearance in my wardrobe.
Whereas I am open to the idea of tailored shorts, I find myself easily resisting the legging trend. Perhaps Madonna with her 80s inspired videos and rock hard everything is behind this trend, but I am convinced that leggings create an unflattering outfit 90 percent of the time. No matter how playful a shirt draped over leggings may appear or how stacked the pumps are, the wearer comes off looking poorly put together. This is one trend that's staying out of my closet.
Two fashion trends are making a strong resurgence this summer: leggings and tailored shorts.
Shorts are perhaps one of the most misunderstood articles of clothing in a modern woman's wardrobe. They are caught between the classic chic of tailored slacks and the carefree ease of gym clothes. So arises the question: does one who dones tailored shorts trying to create a more laid back formal outfit or go for a snazzy but comfortable ensemble? Discounting dressing for physical activity, I have not worn short in a good four years. Perhaps with the right accesories, tailored shorts will make an appearance in my wardrobe.
Whereas I am open to the idea of tailored shorts, I find myself easily resisting the legging trend. Perhaps Madonna with her 80s inspired videos and rock hard everything is behind this trend, but I am convinced that leggings create an unflattering outfit 90 percent of the time. No matter how playful a shirt draped over leggings may appear or how stacked the pumps are, the wearer comes off looking poorly put together. This is one trend that's staying out of my closet.