This is a photo of my friend Allison's bro-in-law standing in
front of a ginormous display of beer at whole foods.
"To put the photo in context, i took it last christmastime, in
Oregon, which you might remember was completely shut down by a series
of ice and snowstorms. Well we managed to make it out to whole foods
(seriously, a journey of epic proportions, risking life and limb for a
clamshell of arugula!)
Before arriving, I had expected empty shelves, and a very limited
selection... After all it was pretty much the storm of the century,
and the roads had been closed for days. We got there and I was
astonished how pretty much every item was fully stocked, vegetables
were as fresh as ever-- not the soviet-era breadlines I expected!
Anyway, upon heading to the beer section, I was floored by the
selection... I mean, that is an overwhelming variety of beers, no?
Even if it wasn't a terrible snowstorm!
What I find extraordinary about this photo is how we have become so
accustomed to having choices. For dinner on a given night, its
ordinary for us to choose from the cuisines of the world... Thai,
italian, ethiopian, mexican, etc. In all things, our generation
demands choices! These choices would have been unheard of one or two
generations ago. We are lucky to be able to choose from tsingtao
beer, karmellet, or just miller lite."
I Just got back from an amazing weekend of bouldering in San Diego. I got to visit with my friend Bryan and he gave me the local tour of bouldering in SD. We crammed every second of the weekend full of rock climbing, eating amazing Mexican food, and chillin' out with some really spectacular people. The first day I was there we spent the afternoon bouldering at Santee and then ended the evening at the ACSD http://www.alliedclimbers.org/access.php annual celebration where I met some wonderful local climbers and had some kick ass Cajun salmon for dinner. The following day we trekked out to Tramway and enjoyed perfect temps for climbing. The third and final day I was in town we checked out a fairly undeveloped area called Steel Valley that was full of trashy pleasures like graffiti, shotgun shells, dirt bike riders, and a whole lot of amazing unclimbed rock. The whole trip was such a treat and I left so stoked on climbing. Thanks for having me Bryan! *Photos by Adam Kimmerly
This past weekend a friend and I went to check out First Fridays in Oakland. First Fridays is an art murmur the first Friday of every month in downtown Oakland. Local galleries stay open late and street vendors and local artists display their goods along blocked off alleys. I've been to the murmer twice now and it's definately a good place to people watch and enjoy the diverse culture Oakland is known for.
