I love that term, old media. Mainstream media (MSM) is good too. Feeds that us versus them stereotype that people keep trying to create. Which doesn't really exist. We're just a bunch of hacks compared to these journalistic auteurs. Or I am at least. Anyway, Outside Mag and National Geo's Advenutre both opine about the Everest debacle this year. Dave Roberts in Adventure focuses more on the Lincoln Hall rescue, while Ed Douglas analyzes the Sharp death. Their conclusions? Roberts doesn't really have one and Douglas seems to be saying that the opening of the north side of Everest has led to the mess and that guides or other climbers aren't to blame because Sharp was not ambulatory. And the guides themselves say the same thing. That they're not to blame. You can read Roberts' online. It's the more interesting of the two. Anybody who can throw in a Marx quote into his writing is ok in my book:
"History repeats itself, the first time as tragedy, the second as farce."
They're both also milking the 10 year anniversary of the Into Thin Air debacle. Outside even goes so far as to interview Sandy Pittman for it, showing her astride one of her vaunted horse. Just gross. Just when you thought you couldn't hate her more. The Rocky Mountain News also gets into the act with a Neal Beidleman interview, one of the players 10 years ago.
The annual dinner party of the Explorers Club is not a party to be missed. The usual delicacies of chocolate covered ants or free range squid from the coast of New Guinea are always on the menu. A little bit about this year's shin-dig.
Thank you for supporting the 2006 Annual Dinner, provocatively themed What's Left to Explore? President Richard C. Wiese was the Master of Ceremonies and Honorary President Jim Fowler was on hand along with his ambassadors of the animal world.
I like white people. They are nice. For example, look at the chap on the right. 'Dahling, I have a snake around my neck, so chic, no?' And the woman replies, 'Look at my vintage Oleg Cassini dress, no one is paying attention to my cleavage damnit!' I've had the honour to have frequented one of these parties a while back and have been intimately tied with these events while working for an 'experiential outdoor school.' I've even met Prince Andrew. Amazing really. Throw on black tie, have some exotic menu items, invite some drunk has-been for the keynote and voila! You have the annual Explorers Club supper. This year's topic, What's Left to Explore? How about Uranus? Anyway, as most exploration was originally done by well funded bored white people, why should it change now? Tons of pics as well, enjoy!
A SPRING AFTERNOON at the Grand Canyon. The smell of juniper mingles with the acrid scent of fresh press releases. Bob Burnquist, a 29-year-old, Brazilian-born noodle of a man who's one of the world's best skateboarders, is poised to make mutant-sport history. Burnquist will launch from a 40-foot-tall plywood mega-ramp, hop sideways and grind to the end of a 40-foot steel rail, and then BASE-jump - BASE-jump!- 1,600 feet to the canyon floor. Cameras from Stunt Junkies start to roll... Burnquist drops in, whirling from ramp to rail to chute. Amazing!
Like climbers who do El Cap then BASE-jump off (now illegal) or that whole snowboarding while sky-diving thing (which is lame), these guys are doing it in two sports. In many aspects, this stuff is retro, it all goes back to James Bond, in The Spy Who Loved Me, who skiied off the Swiss cliff and parachuted to safety. A minor stunt, it will be nothing compared to my epic performance/stunt in The Asian Who Touched Me. Believe it, it's coming soon.