Blind Dogs and Bullet Holes

If there’s a dog on my mind, it would have to be Izzy. She’s a six-year-old, blind Weimaraner, who is currently (and constantly) trying to climb into my lap. Kendra and I (okay, mostly Kendra) are providing a foster home for the local Weimaraner rescue. We’ve had Izzy for five or six weeks, now.

There’s a story (probably apocryphal) of MSU ag students who once led a cow all the way up the stairs to the top of the bell tower atop Montana Hall. It was a great prank, until realizing that there was insufficient room for the cow to turn around at the top of the stairs, and, worse, that the cow would-not, could-not walk down backwards. (In the version of this story popular with MSU Orientation Leaders, the cow was rescued by crane!)

So it is with blind dogs. We took her to the Creek (that is, Indian Creek–a popular climbing area about an hour south of Moab. Pictures here.). She had little trouble navigating the the approach hike up the broken and steep Chinle formation–but coming back down was treacherous for all involved.

The outlook for this winter is becoming increasingly distressing. According to OpenSnow (run by a local skier-meteorologist cum entrepreneur), only 2 – 4 seasons in the last 30 years have had so little snow to date–and of these, half were warm winters with less than average snowfall, and the other half were average winters. Not a good start to the season.

Alas. At the very least, the temperatures have been cold enough for snow-making. Keystone just opened up a few more runs. It’ll likely be a zoo tomorrow–but, hey, it’s skiing!

Rewriting the Gospel (a.k.a. Wikipedia)

View From My Kitchen This Morning

It snowed last night. Only about an inch–but it’s cold, so that inch will likely stick through the day.

What an amazing place I live. The snow comes to ME. I don’t have to GO anywhere to see snow.

Rode by bike to the post-office this morning through snow-covered Golden with a winter shell and a giant, shit-eating grin on my face.

For me, I tend to think of Wikipedia like an Apostle might think of the Gospel: objective truth (though written by imperfect authors and contributors). Obviously, I know that Wikipedia is far from being an authoritative. Nevertheless, I can’t help but feel some reverence for whatever it happens to contain.

So, this morning I’m writing a post for the Atlas blog about The Red Flags Rule (a 2008 law which requires companies to furnish credit to establish an identify-theft prevention program, which was clarified in 2010 to exclude physicians). The memo got out to medical professionals about the Red Flags Rule in 2008, but apparently the clarification memo has been a little slower. So, we’re sharing the good cheer about The Red Flags Rule on Atlas Insights.

Anyway, as part of my research, I dropped by the Wikipedia article and discovered that the article hadn’t been updated since before the 2010 clarification, and still stated that the law applied to doctors, lawyers, and other professions who furnish services and bill for them later.

So, I did my civic duty, and updated the article–but not without a certain strange feeling. It was “okay, this source doesn’t agree with my article. So … (Interlude of exaggerated typing!) Yup. There we go. Perfect agreement!”

Of course, I actually used the 2010 law and a 2011 court of appeals ruling as the sources for my article (and the Wikipedia update). And, of course, that’s how Wikipedia works. But it nevertheless seemed strange.

Going Native

Fall Colors Near Mt. Elbert (Sept. 2012)

After two decades away, I’ve returned to Colorado. That seems a little silly to say, given that I’m only 26. But, I must have been born with something of Colorado in my blood, in that Fort Collins hospital, all those years ago.  “Back” now for barely a month, I find myself already wonderfully at home. That is, Colorado not only is home, it also feels like home. I’ll be here for the foreseeable future.

Toward that end, I’m “going native”:

  • New cell phone number: 720-530-4530
  • The ZipZip (my indefatigable blue Subaru) is now just one of the crowd of ski-rack sporting Subarus beclad with green Colorado plates
  • My presidential vote in November’s election might, for the first time in my life, actually mean something (well, Montana in 2008 was somewhat close)

What makes Colorado different (than Arizona)? Well, mountains, for one. The upwelling of the Rocky Mountains runs thick through Colorado (comprising some 3/5ths of the state), rendering much of the state at once a painterly vision of heaven and a veritable adventurer’s playground. There are more peaks here than I could scale in a hundred lifetimes, more beauty than the widest lens could capture…

But, perhaps more striking than the difference in geography (Arizona, after all is not lacking for geographic interest!) is the difference in culture. It’s a matter of values, a way of looking at the world. I can’t define it–but it’s easy to know when you’re in the midst of it. I can’t way whether Colorado’s mountain culture is better or worse than any other–but I can say with great certainty that it’s a delight to live in a community of people who share one’s values.

Welcome to Golden

As you drive into downtown Golden, Colorado, you’re greeted by a sign which reads “Howdy Folks! Welcome to Golden.” But for me, that sign now reads “Howdy, Mark. Welcome home!”

After of upwards of three years in the desert, I’ve relocated to Golden, Colorado. Golden sits about 10 miles to the West of Denver. Thanks to the geographic constraints of Access Fund managed parks and precipitously rising hills, Golden remains a delightful 9 square miles in size, and substantially isolated from the Denver metro area’s 2.6m other inhabitants.

In short, I’m in love. Golden (with its 19,000 residents) has a small-town feel, and huge recreation access. I now live within 30 miles of over 2,000 established climbing routes. Clear Creek, with excellent IV+ whitewater, runs less than 200m from my house. (Yesterday, after a solid morning of climbing, Sagar drove the car home, and I paddled home down challenging and fun whitewater.) Golden has one of America’s few dedicated mountain biking parks. Sagar and I walked to the Farmer’s Market two blocks from our house this morning, returning home with bags of fresh vegetables and a box of Pallisade, CO peaches.

I’ve returned to Colorado (after some 22 years of being away) to seek work in my own employ, and to reclaim a happiness which, for me, resides in mountain crags, high places, and the interstitial web of connections between those who share a love for the same.

Written Identity

The English language affords three primary ways of claiming identity:

  1. I ______ (verb). E.g. I swim.
  2. I am ______ (adjective). E.g. I am tall.
  3. I am a/the ______ (noun). E.g. I am a swimmer.

In written English, one establishes and assigns identity through one’s actions, one’s attributes, or one’s relational identifiers.

Of these, only actions provide useful and objective means of defining one’s self. Adjective descriptions fall short, in both their objective and subjective forms. Subjective assignments (e.g. “he’s generous”) are drawn from the assigner’s interpretation of the subject’s actions (e.g. “he gives freely”). These assignments are a step removed from the truth (which is the original action), and are as revealing of the assigner as the subject. Objective descriptions (e.g. “he is six feet tall”) reveal nothing of who a person is–only how a person looks or measures. Relational identifiers are useful for determining one’s position in life (e.g. “she’s a mother”, “he’s the boss”), but reveal little of who a person is (someone being a mother tells of nothing of whether she nurtures or neglects, whether she uplifts or treads upon). It is only one’s actions which are silmutaneously objective, true, and descriptive. Everything else is subjective interpretation, window-dressing, or relational posturing.

One’s actions, in turn, are expressions of volition, of choice, of self. Through choice, self-definition. Definition through action abstracts away good intentions and moral dilemmas. The interpretation of an action is subjective, but the action itself is not. The existentialists suggest that one gives meaning to life through one’s choices. I posit that  you define not just life’s meaning but also yourself through your actions.

Each action, then, has two products: the effect of the action, and self-definition. If one acts to mold a jar or build a tree-house, one also molds and build’s one’s self. Stated differently, each action, when realized, creates two separate events. In one direction (or realm) is the action itself, changing the physical world; in another direction (or realm) is the changing and building of one’s self, of one’s identity.

Some acts are almost purely self-definition. In climbing a mountain, for example, one changes little of the physical world–aside from your location in it. But in doing so, one builds the identity of someone who is strong, of one who climbs, of one who has stood upon an accomplishment.

So, favoring actions as a basis of creating a written identity, I’ve prepared a “self statement” (a task I’ve been avoiding for a decade or so) and published it under the “About Me” link, above.

Post-script: There are countless modes of self-definition, but I find that all either 1) reduce to action or 2) are prejudicial more than revealing. These might include:

  • One’s passions. (E.g. I care about the natural world.) If one’s passions are not borne out in one’s actions, then either your passion is weak, or self-deluding pretense.
  • One’s politics, philosophy, or religion (aren’t these all, essentially, the same–beliefs which we have adopted, we cherish, and which shape our world-view?). As with one’s passions, aren’t one’s beliefs only pertinent to the extent that they shape (and express themselves through) our actions?
  • One’s family, nationality, ethnicity, or place. Each of these positional identifiers identifies your background, and so identifies who or what you have a predisposition to be. But the simple fact of being from Seattle doesn’t make you a coffee drinker, being from China doesn’t make you good at math, being American doesn’t make you crass and ignorant, nor does being from a good family mean you, yourself, are good. These are a merely predispositions for how you might define yourself through your actions (e.g. if you’re from Seattle, you’re more likely than most to like coffee–but it’s your frequent consumption of it that defines you as a lover of the hot, black drink).
  • One’s preferences. (e.g. “I’m a vegan” or “I’m a Mac”).