On the Jazz: July 2011

I know, I haven't written in weeks. I know, you probably didn't notice. But I felt guilty. I feel guilty after all my declarations of become an active blogger, etc. to suddenly abandon my blog for weeks and then only reappear long enough to post a few pictures and excuses. Here goes:

Excuse #1
I haven't blogged much because I've actually been keeping myself busy. The first month of summer was a blur of climbing, hiking, road trips, hanging out with friends, biking, climbing, skating, hanging out with friends, and sleeping at odd hours of the night.

Excuse #2
The daily whirlwind of activities hasn't seemed very worth blogging about ("I went climbing today at _________ with ______________, and I got a new bruise next to the old ones. In other news, I ate a sandwich before hurrying off to hang out with_______________.). The things that are worth blogging about, like my 40 days of vegan being up and what I thought about it, my dreads (and there's a ripening saga there), etc., I haven't had/made the time to sit down and craft the blogs they deserve.

Excuse #3
I'm in New York! I started out in Long Island last Wednesday and moved to Ithaca on Sunday. I'll be here till Saturday, and on Sunday I go to Idaho. During all of this I'm playing with nieces and nephews I usually don't see more than once a year. This week I'm helping them at violin camp: staying in a dorm room with them, going to classes with them, convincing the youngest one that she doesn't want her Mom who has to go to her older brother's lesson but instead she wants me and a day-old bagel smuggled out of the cafeteria, etc. Who has time to blog?

Excuse #4
I never blog in the summers. Really. Last summer, I think I posted a grand total of two. The summer before, I think I posted a grand total of two. Counting this post, I have already posted three! I've already increased my summer blog output by 50%! What have I got to feel guilty about?

Whew. I feel better now. Here are some pictures if what I've been doing:

Getting ready to ride my new bike to the climbing gym. Yes, I'm a hippie. Yes, bike helmets are dorky. Yes, that's a band-aid on my chin. That's why I'm wearing the dorky bicycle helmet.