touching the g(reen)-spot
C, "HY, try to move your right hand to the green hold".
Was wondering why there's this recent media hype about mountaineering and Mt. Everest--front page footage of youngest person to reach the summit, article on the enthralling mountain literature genre (mind you, if that could be counted as a genre, then maybe so could food-lit. or toilet-lit.?) and bits and pieces of info. about outdoor gear that are building their own sales empire, etc. Oh, so today's the 50th anniversary when Everest was scaled for the first time. Moi has finally seemed a mite recovered from the virgin climb a couple of days ago, and though it's nothing worth celebrating about--no thin air or freaky snow storms--the fear factor of not trusting the objects that are there to support you and your physical strength is always not as cooperative as your mind strength makes it all a thrilling experience. Certainly sweat is de rigueur these days; an intriguing presentation of one's body fluid as both the middle-class and labour workers' asset. And to top it off, who doesn't fancy looking down at everyone else, gaining a fresher sublime vision of the world at height? However, if you do fall, remember to get up with grace.