Fresh Tactics

When I get an email that the Exquisite Bastard has posted on I never see it correctly. One time I thought the domain name was womenDying and today I thought it said twoMenCrying! It seems ages since we first talked about this blog and altho only a fraction of our discoveries have been documented here it is still exciting to see it thriving in secrecy.   I have spent a lot of time exercising lately to bring my lung function up to comfortable, since starting to swim again it jumped from 52% to 64% within a month. In that time I have pondered the death of breath. How does it end? Why would it stop? Does cancer fill his cup like mucus and infection fill mine? It seems a fight against infection and making some breathing room. I guess my question is.. would swimming help lung cancer like it helps cystic fibrosis? Who starts a blog just to ask questions? I guess I do, after an hour of reading about lung cancer I made myself stop after noticing I was reading from the Ladies Home Journal.ha.  I know I’m not the first to scour google for a herb or an exercise to give us another summer or time for another adventure. It seems the world is not sure how to slow the growth of bad cells while generating the stem cells it takes to repair them. I have a doctor buddy who is an Optimal Health Specialist & Brain Surgeon from New York who can help us. We should kill a bottle of wine with ole Jack, he is truly one of a kind.    


I was just living

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Im still in the south, the south being Mississippi on a warm morning with heavy rain drumming on the tin roof. the wind is wipping the tops of the trees and the woods push the warm smell of old vegatation out into the open fields. The lilys are open and the space between down pours is fillid with the sound of pond and wood land creatures.

I put a stiff shot of moonshine (corn) in my coffee and it gives me the peace to sit for hours and just injoy the experieance of being alive. I walk the fields and around the pond when the rain is light, the rain is cold but the air warm and the feeling is of shareing life and living with those who will never return.

Im thinking of hot food and woman, I’m going to stay within my my ability and realistic expectations and…

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body in rebellion

Tough times don’t last but tough guys do. Could it be so simple as to just hold on? It seems in my quest to become a great climber the difference in the end between the greatest is they don’t let go.  There is a time to tread lightly pulling no harder than needed and other times you just hang on no matter what. I see this with my breathing… when its time for treatment and I have shredded my lungs trying to hold on- I have to make myself rest eventually. Make yourself pull out of the race so that you can enjoy some of the simple subtleties you might have overlooked. It definitely slows the world down when you step outside the current that has swept you through adventure at the speed of life. Its an addicting feeling… always on the go. Living for the next big push and pull.  Mortality is a cruel reminder that our time is spent.. like gone. Whatever you spent it on will hopefully sustain you in the days you can’t bear the silence. Perhaps thats why I love pictures. Its like an echo of time well spent. At the end of mans life is when you see it clearest. Does his achievement drown out his fear? Does his love of life make death a run on sentence that blends into the next adventure? Sure feels that way


Sadly duty does not drive me very well, neither do shame or guilt. Those things might get me out of bed when I don’t want to, but passion for better or worse guides my life. Sounds rather epicurean I know but luckily there is no competitive side of me that seeks to preform in order to impress. Only to breathe in order to dance,climb,love,create,destroy…then i’ll dance again. Curiosity is what sustains passion, you have to willing to reinvent yourself and the relationships around you constantly.   -TheDick