Almost. Home. (Taken with Instagram)
Hey guys. My good friend Jonathan Grant (whose blog/tumblr you should all follow) had me write a guest post for his blog. It is a bit more introspective than most stuff I put here, but you all might find it interesting.
Sussing the Feet (by zach.stone) and making V0 look hard. That’s what I do. I mean, only punters even use feet on anything easier than V5. Gotta love KY. If you know where this problem is, you know its cool. If you don’t, I’m not telling. Sans it can be seen from a public road. And, fyi for the beginning climbers, the key to being mediocre is looking at your feet. The key to being strong is being strong.
Working (by zach.stone)
So in a break from Climbing and Shooting adventures, and poor book reviews, I got back to work yesterday in the BL (British Library). It was kind of an impromptu visit, but reminded me why I came back to England. Bumped into a colleague, nosed around some manuscripts, had some exquisitely overpriced sandwich for lunch at a very aesthetically pleasing cafe, remembered that the scenery at the BL is MUCH better than at the Bod (no, seriously, this is just true) and generally loved being back in London. I took quick turns through four manuscripts, two Lichfield books in and two copies of Love’s Mirror, both in support of application materials. True, this picture is not of the BL, but it is of me working on manuscripts! The only problems with the BL are a draconian photography policy, generally unreliable WiFi. Still, though, all things equal, it is a wonderful place to pass the day. Incidentally it is also home to one of the greatest free one room museams in London, if not the world. Their ‘treasure room’ includes everything from the best text of the Greek New Testament, to the Lindisfarne Gospels, to the Beatles original notes. Really really cool.
Last Move (by zach.stone)
Again, the goofy crux face. I am reputed to have made that face for the first time at about age 6 minutes. Anyhow, was such a fun day in the woods (climbing- I was not born in the woods, thank God) that I figured I’d be lazy post another from it instead of doing something new. I may get uber lazy soon and start recycling stories from other venues. Mainly real actual hold in your hand print.
Merry Christmas Tumblr (by zach.stone)
Hitting the sack after another Christmas Eve extravaganza. The crew is still going at it downstairs. Just heard Christmas Carols to the tunes of House of the Rising Sun and Gilligan’s Island. Par for the course. I had to check out early after a week of 3am wake up calls. Bread don’t bake itself, kids! Anyhow, have a blessed Christmas, and remember to remember those less fortunate. The wife of a Nigerian pastor shared with us that her husbend’s church has been threatened with bombing if they celebrate tomorrow.
Cold days (by zach.stone)
A good wintery one. When I had long hair to boot! Grayson Highlands State Park, above Damascus, VA. One of the most beautiful places in the East. Jesse and I caught it at an especially lovely time, just as a fast moving storm had blown through. Very little snow on the ground, but every tree /rock was coated with a thin layer of snow/ice.
In the library (by zach.stone)
I will be in Vercelli, Italy 4 October through 28 October ish (weekend is still in the air) and in Oxford/London 31ish October (2 October at the latest, gotta make MRS!) through 8 November. I am currently accepting bookings to formal halls, etc. Can bring the penguine suite if needed, but must know before I leave. I know, I know, this is a once in a life time oppertunity. Lets all hold our breath together, but not too long. I like living. If you happen to frequent the train lines between Milan and London (via Geneva and Paris) holla.
Anonymous asked: You are the reason people have fantasies about librarians while spending inordinate amounts of time in the stacks.
If a person is stuck in the stacks fantasizing about librarians, I’m assuming it’s because they can’t find their book and need help real...
It takes an ocean not to break.
“Poetry must resemble prose, and both must accept the vocabulary of their time.”— William Butler Yeats on modern poetry in a rare 1936 BBC recording.