We sat in the tiny passageway, exhausted. Our muscles were fatigued from overuse. We were over a mile deep into the cave, hours away from the surface, hours away from food, and hours away from water. Had our curiousity finally gotten the best of us? For the first time ever, I was worried for my life. I couldn't imagine dying, but making it out of the cave seemed even less likely.
It started months ago. After exploring the small caves at Enchanted Rock, we were eager to tackle something a bit more challenging. A search on the internet led us quickly to Airman's Cave - perhaps the most well known cave in Austin. What we didn't know at the time was that it was also an advanced level cave. Few members of the caving community in Austin would attempt the cave. With an average ceiling of 18", Airman's cave was a full 2.5 miles long. But we didn't really know that either. In fact, we knew nothing of caves or caving.
To access the cave, we had to take a hike down a dry creekbed and search for it. After wandering around for a while we spotted a large opening on the hill. That was it.
Wow. I've been much busier than I thought, so I haven't been able to write any updates for a while. Luckily I have a huge layover next week in Phoenix, so I'll have plenty of time to crank out some stories.
Anyway, some friends and I recently switched our cell phone plans to the best plan ever. Here's the breakdown :
500 Anytime minutes
Unlimited PCS-PCS minutes (mobile to mobile on Sprint)
Unlimited Nights and Weekends starting at 6pm
500 Text messages / month
EVDO (fast internet) service
Roaming on Verizon's network
All for only $30/mo
From my high horse of self employment, I have stepped into the mud to play with the employed commonfolk. I mentioned a couple times earlier that I was considering getting a real job, but I didn't want to get into details until it actually happened.
Quitting gambling came abruptly, so I didn't have a solid backup plan in place. There's the ebook I wrote and this blog, but neither makes close to enough to constitute a living. For a few months I wandered, considering different options, but didn't find anything I love.
Working on a new song - the BetterThanYourBoyfriend.com theme song (try rhyming that). I have a really exciting guest artist who is going to do the last verse, but I figured it might take me a long time to get him to finish his part, so here it is for your listening pleasure : Better Than Your Boyfriend.
Feedback (negative and positive) is greatly appreciated. I listen to my songs so many times in a row that I can't tell if they're good, bad, and specifically what needs work. A few parts don't have the best enunciation, but that will be fixed later, and the end trails off because I haven't finished the verse.
Instead of stumbling into bed I stumbled across this video clip of Project Hollywood, where I used to live. He points out my room (for those of you who don't know, I'm "Herbal") in the video so you can see where I used to live and where a lot of my adventures took place.
I get sentimental seeing pictures of the house, and even more so seeing the video. Despite all the drama, life was really good there and I feel so lucky to be in it. In case you can't tell, Style (Neil Strauss) is being interviewed, and he's the one who wrote The Game.
Yeah, you heard it here first. And only here. I'm done with raw food.
Why, you might ask? The whole reason I was even eating raw in the first place was because it helped with polyphasic sleep. I'm not doing that anymore, so I have to really evaluate the benefits of it. I feel great, but I also felt great when I was eating along the lines of my skinny snob diet. When I was doing that and working out people constantly were telling me that I look better than ever. Now they just cower in fear and throw garbage at me. More to the point - if I have any goal as far as health goes, it's to bulk up a bit (15-20 pounds of lean mass). Eating raw is definitely not helping that. I also want to live forever, but my old diet is very much in line with that as well. So, it's back to regular food for me.
The other benefit is that it's a lot easier to accomodate my diet anywhere I go. Because of raw food I had to stop going to most restaurants that I enjoy, other than my weekly cheat meal. I think I'm doing away with that as well.
I want to make something clear. Crystal clear. I am in no way obligated to write this post, and it's not being written under duress. And also Taryn totally didn't hold a knife against my throat today. Or any other day. That never happened. With that in mind, I present to you the top 5 reasons Taryn is better than your girlfriend.
Number 5 - She cleaned my kitchen! I thought that this was impossible. I'd made two solid attempts, and while I did chip away at the skyscrapers of pots and pans, more took their places later. In about an hour or so, she totally cleaned it and it now looks fantastic.
Number 4- She did a crapload of laundry (dammit! I forgot to hang up that last load - I TOLD YOU!). Now for those of you who know me in real life, you can stop wondering why I keep wearing the same shirt every other day. For those of you who know me REALLY well in real life, you can stop wondering why I'm wearing the same underwear every day.
No one has actually requested a TyCast, but luckily I can read minds. You want it and you know it. I refuse to call it a podcast because ipods are huge pieces of junk (ok... the nano is pretty cool...), because most people probably won't listen to it on an ipod, and further because I like sticking my name into anything.
Anyway, this is the first TyCast I've ever done. But boy, did I outdo myself. I tackled tough issues affecting citizens of the world today like : my domestic problems, lying to my neighbor, my addiction, and probably some other stuff I forgot.
Chiggity-chiggity-check it right here - TyCast #1 (12:10)
The one problem I have with this site is that the more it grows, the less I can write. My life is essentially an open book, but I try to respect the privacy of my friends. If one friend does something funny but slightly embarassing, I don't write about it. But it's not just my friends. My sister reads the site, so I don't want to write about my dating life. The family of some friends read the site, so I don't want to write about certain adventures that they don't want their parents to know about. Further, if I write certain things, I worry that people will think that they're intentional manpulations. I was working out the terms of my employment with a friend who I'm going to be working with soon. I didn't write anything about it because I didn't want him to think that I was trying to use the site as some passive aggressive method of negotiating.
All in all, I probably only write about 25% of what I'd like to write here. My friends in real life end up hearing way more funny stories than readers of this site - and I think that's a shame.
In a way I think I should just write EVERYTHING. The first month could be a rough ride, but eventually people would get used to it and would probably stop being offended. Or maybe then my real life friends would become more reserved because they'd be concerned about what I might write.
This is from last Thursday when I was at the Motorola XE Launch party at Tao in the Venetian in Vegas. That seems like more description than necessary. I thought that I knew how to work the club scene until I met this guy David who works at google. There was a huge mob of people waiting to get into the club, but David seemed to know everyone and managed to get us in immediately. The only person who cut us was Ice Cube. Lil Jon and Nicky Hilton were there too, but I didn't see them.