Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Israel sells Arms bought from America to China & Iraq?

What? Does this make any sense at all?
Last night I had dinner with a colonel in the army who spent time in both Iraq and Afghanistan. He told me that while in Iraq, specifically Fallujah, where he sustained some major injuries due to direct combat, he never fought Iraqis, but rather an amalgamation of people from different Middle East countries. He also told me that some Israelis are selling arms to those fighters to make a quick buck. "It's all about economics," he explained. Incredulous, I looked into his statement this morning, and came across some interesting articles.

In one:
"Israeli arms dealers have negotiated and sold military equipment to a number of countries defined by Israeli law as enemy states in recent years with the full acknowledgment and approval of the Defense Ministry, Haaretz has learned.

The ministry has okayed negotiations and sales between Israeli dealers and several Arab states including Iraq, Libya and Yemen, say the sources."

To read more:http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1038978.html

In another:
"The real danger comes in Israel's habit of reverse engineering U.S. technology and selling to nations hostile to U.S. interests. Israel's client list includes Cambodia, Eritrea, Ethiopia, the South Lebanon Army, India, China, Burma and Zambia. The U.S. has most recently warmed up to India and is now in fact competing with Israel for arms sales there, but the other Israeli customers remain dubious at best.

Perhaps the most troubling of all is the Israeli/Chinese arms relationship. Israel is China's second largest supplier of arms. Coincidentally, the newest addition to the Chinese air force, the F-10 multi-role fighter, is an almost identical version of the Lavi (Lion). The Lavi was a joint Israeli-American design based upon the F-16 for manufacture in Israel, but financed mostly with American aid. Plagued by cost overruns, it was canceled in 1987, but not before the U.S. spent $1.5 billion on the project"

To read more: http://www.commondreams.org/views02/0509-07.htm

And another:
"Over the course of the Gulf war, Iran's quest for weapons has become legendary, with many countries and hordes of private arms dealers eager to conclude arms deals and reap the premium commissions Iran offers. Israel, with standing access to the same models of US-made arms upon which the Shah based Iran's arsenal, and with its desire to build up an indigenous arms industry, has led the pack. The London Observer estimated that Israel's arms sales to Iran total $500 million annually."

To read more: http://www.wrmea.com/backissues/1186/8611002.html

I recognize that anything I find on the WWW should be taken with a grain of salt. However, I highly respect the colonel I spent time with last night, and I do take his proclamations seriously. Is this for real? What is the matter with the world? It seems as if wars are created purely so that some already very wealthy men can make more money and have more power. Is this really about religion? Or is it about power? Or, are the two one and the same? Can these people really be using the great sages of history--Jesus, Muhammad--to foster hatred and death? All the evidence points to a "yes" answer. They are truly disgusting human beings. Shame on them.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Girls Only

Girls Only--The Secret Comedy Life of Women

Imagine two grown comediennes in their underwear, acting the part of hyper teenage girls reading through a Victoria Secret catalog during a sleep over. "I mean who actually takes their underwear off with their thumbs?!" One asks another, and then poses the question to the audience, "You? I think we should all go home and try it tonight." The opening scene of Girls Only: The Secret Comedy Life of Women set the stage for an engaging and hilarious show that mixed and matched stories of their lives--supposedly taken from their early diaries--with astute feminist political commentary, improvisatioanl interactions with the audience, television-taped skits and/or old commercials, and random other skits.

My friend and I, among an audience of 100% women, started out chuckling at some of the jokes, but by half-time we were practically bending over with laughter during each scene. While this show may not be for everyone--especially not the 50 percent of the population that has different anatomy--it works for women of any age.

Written and sometimes acted by Barbara Gehring and Linda Klein, this amalgamation of female-focused vignettes offers quite a few gems. In one scene, the women borrow purses from two audience members and proceed to empty them on stage one thing at a time, using and/or pocketing each item, and keeping a running commentary going the entire time on everything from the texture of the purse to the personalities of their owners as described through their posessions.

Another scene recorded all the great accomplishments of women in puppet form, with one woman narrating and the other holding up cut-out puppets behind a screne. Charming, informative and silly, I enjoyed the message conveyed that, yes, women have accomplished a lot, and no, they have not been recognized as they should have, but overall, instead of getting angry about that, we should all just remember those accomplishments. And what better way to remember than by associating something so traditionally "angry feminist" with something so much fun like a women-empowering comedy?

My absolute favorite scene (and I can't tell you all because I'd ruin it) was the creative ways for menopausal women to deal with their old tampons and pads. Suffice it to say that I'd never thought of Halloween costumes of Colonel Sanders or ear muffs made out of pads cut in half, or, better yet, angel tampons for the Christmas tree.

I loved this show. I think anyone who didn't find at least some of the scenes funny must either be suffering from PMS herself or must just be a sourpuss. I liked it so much that I'm bringing 20 of my friends back in January. For more information, please visit www.denvercenter.org.

Surfing at Saylulita

Surfing is more fun than rock climbing. I took a two-hour lesson with a cool gal named Lilly from Seattle, and rode waves about a dozen times. It was awesome. And Saylulita is gorgeous. I'm heading back there in a few minutes, as soon as I write up this article I have due for the Berthoud Recorder. Wow, surfing. I thought I would be totally gripped, and at times I was, most notably when I was being totally pummelled by the waves, which happened frequently since I am such a gumby. But when I actually caught a wave, wow, how cool. I felt like I was floating, flying, and it was so addictive. Maybe I should move to Mexico for a year (just kidding).
Back home tomorrow. Sad!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Puerto Vallarta

Puerto Vallarta is fun, and I am acting the full tourist. I am here with my father (dad), his wife (Laurie), her daughter (Allie) and granddaughter (Bowie). They are all neat people, and we laugh all day and all night (with the help of plenty of tequila). Yesterday the three "children" went zip lining, which is not something I would ever do, but which is something that you would really have to try hard not to have fun doing. We soared 600 feet over this gorgeous river and through a jungle repleat with birds (supposedly--we did not actually see any while whizzing through the air) and other wildlife, while trying to keep the young cute guides from hitting on us too much--you certainly have to give them credit for trying. The people in Mexico are so open about their sexuality; it is fun to interact with and watch them, and they really ham it up for the tourists because they have nothing to lose. Tomorrow I{m going to try surfing, and then Allie and I are going to go salsa dancing down the Malecon (boardwalk) to some happening local bar. This trip has so far been really wonderful, and I still have four more days. I play with the idea of staying longer, but then I would miss Patricks New Years Eve party (and spend money that I do not have). So, I will try hard to counter my strong desire to travel more and just return home, where I know I need to look for a job, a roommate, and my self. Back to the beach, to watch the boats of tourists race by with disco music blasting, and the adorable Mexican children try to sell me bags of "chicle" and little dolls. The mothers know how to work the tourists. I cannot resist buying something from the 3 and 4-year-olds when they come smiling up to me, holding the stuff in their hands.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Off to Mexico

Well, I'm off to Mexico for a week with my dad. I'm a bit nervous about traveling, which is strange for me. I am also excited to hang out with my dad for a week--he is really cool. His wife is really neat as well. I'm going to meet her family. I'm not sure if I'll be blogging this week. For any of my family and friends who may read this blog, I love you! Happy holidays. Big hugs and kisses, Lizzy

Friday, December 19, 2008

What Women Want: What I want? What do you want?

Well, things are certainly looking brighter as solstice approaches, or maybe I'm just feeling better. I enjoyed the past week. I went to the Shambhala Center to see Jim Yensen speak on Monday night. As always, his class was funny and informative. And though my car had some problems, it didn't put a damper on my week. Two night ago I went to see Girls Only: The secret comedy life of girls, playing at the Denver Center for Performing Arts (I'll have a review later). Suffice it to say for now that my friend Madaleine and I laughed for two hours straight. It was a wonderful show. We decided that we want to bring all of our girlfriends to the show in mid-January. Also, this week I had a lot of work, which is nice, considering things are so slow these days with the freelance work. However, I think, perhaps, things are picking up (again, it could just be that I'm tired of feeling bad and just want something positive to focus on). Finally, to cap off my week, I had a massage today that alleviated most of the pain in my neck and back. I feel longer and lighter. Phew. Tension tamer. And tonight I'm going to another play, Swing, with my friend Amber, and then to the Boulder Theater, where I get to see my friend Frida play fiddle with Spring Creek... then to a party if I can stay up that late....

Here's a story I wrote a few years ago.

Published in Gripped Magazine April 2005.

What Women Want
By Lizzy Scully

“Rather than squeeze ourselves in the masculine systems, today’s outdoor women are carving their niche by their own design and in their own time.
--Mary Laurence Bevington, writer, educator.

When I started climbing a decade ago in the arid canyons outside of Salt Lake City, Utah, all my partners were male except for one. Dave taught me how to place gear and Scott helped me bang pitons into incipient seams, but it was with Kris that I led my first 5.10 slab. We visited Little Cottonwood Canyon frequently staying out on the smooth, white granite until darkness kicked us off. We talked all day about boys, sex and love, and we climbed until the tips of our fingers bled.
That September she went off to school and I embarked on an extended, post college climbing trip. Years passed before I climbed with other women regularly. I immersed myself in the male climbing culture, enjoying myself thoroughly. I visited Joshua Tree, CA, and climbed with the first love of my life; I bouldered with 9 guys in Hueco Tanks, TX; and I visited the Valley. Yosemite National Park awed me not only because of the walls bigger than black Chicago skyscrapers, but also because of the half-naked men from all over the world who tromped about Camp 4. Wow! I thought. Gold mine.
But the novelty wore off. The day I climbed Sacherer Cracker, a 5.10a offwidth at the base of El Cap, I realized what I was missing. As Al and I coiled our ropes, a team of men approached, prepared to do the route. Without looking at me they began asking Al about what gear to use. And later that night my friend Mike exclaimed with surprise, “You did Sacherer Cracker! That’s hard.” Well, of course it was hard, I thought. At that moment I understood that although I swapped leads, sweated and stank right alongside them, men would always assume that I, the woman, was the follower.
It’s another millennium, and climbing demographics have changed. The fairer sex makes up 20 to 30% of mountaineers, hill walkers and climbers (according to anecdotal evidence I’ve obtained from numerous businesses and my own research), and no longer is it amazing to see women sending. Our climbing culture has shifted from a male-dominated one that prizes masculine traits such as power and prowess, to one where females claim their own space and create their own values.
But in what ways are they doing this? Why? And what do female climbers really want? I wondered, and so decided to ask dozens of women these and other questions. What follows is a slice of North American climbing herstory.

“Say you have a climber with the talent of Katie Brown. If she turned her attention to bouldering…who knows what she could do.”
--Alison Osius, senior editor Rock & Ice magazine

When Josune Bereziartu climbs, she moves like the computer-generated Kung-Fu fighters in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Precise, sinewy, flexible and fluid, she floats with identical ease over her un-taped woody or the steep limestone of Baltzola Cave near her home in the Basque Country of Spain. Bereziartu just sent her second 5.14d as well as nearly a dozen other 5.13s and 5.14s, including a 5.13d onsight, while on a climbing trip to Fugatoyama and Joyama, Japan. The day she did Dai Koyamada’s 5.14d Logical Progression, she says, “I felt this time as (if I was in) the best shape ever.”
Beth Rodden and Cicada Jenerik apparently felt similarly fit fall 2004. Rodden became the first woman to put up a 5.14b first ascent when she did The Optimist, Brogan Spire, north of Smith Rock State Park, Oregon. And ten-year-old Cicada Jenerik sent the V10 Low Rider, an extension of Cholos (V9), at the Happy Boulders, Bishop, California, after about a dozen tries. “I think it was at my limit. It was really hard,” she says. But how hard was it really for the 4.7’ youngster, who turns 11 this February? She did her first V9 just a month prior, sending Cholos.
Also in the past year North Face athlete Heidi Wirtz put up the first ascent Qui Lombo (IV 5.11+ A1) on San Rafael, one of big walls of Patagonia, Argentina. And along with Vera Schulte-Pelkum, she challenged female speed records on three Yosemite big walls, including the Nose, which they did in 12 hours 15 minutes.
“I always thought that somebody needed to break the women’s record on the Nose,” says Wirtz. “Some other women need to start speed climbing, so that there’s some friendly competition.”

Knowing that other women are out there climbing hard, committed alpine routes, making a first ascent, or exploring new areas breaks down mental barriers of women.
--Chris Boskoff, alpinist and Mountain Madness owner.

Wirtz, Rodden, Bereziartu and others lead by example, encouraging women to push past societal expectations that they be passive, nice and nurturing. As professional skier and mountaineer Alison Gannett says, “When a woman is striving after what she wants, she is conceived as bitchy, pushy, high strung, when the equal male counterpart doing the same thing is then considered highly successful.”
For Wendie White, sheclimbs, inc., national secretary and Rock Goddess Gazette editor, Bobbie Bensman, Lisa Rands, Steph Davis and especially Lynn Hill, inspired her to break these barriers and achieve more difficult goals. Hill, she says, “was a pioneer for women in climbing. She helped people understand that climbing is more of an equal sport than so many others—women can achieve the same goals as men.”
On the other hand, says Laura Snider, “there is a gap between some of the women superstars and the rest of the women’s climbing community” that needs to be addressed. “In the outdoor education world, we call it the myth of the superwoman,” she explains. “… People start saying ‘sure, Laura can do that, but she’s Laura. She doesn’t count.”
Maintaining a link up and down the ranks is key, she says. “We have to believe that there is a connection between ourselves and the superstars.”

Women push harder if they feel like they have a lot of support and encouragement from below. Learning from well-known women climbers is a big piece of that.
--Kim Reynolds, Chicks With Picks founder.

I met Heidi Wirtz nearly a decade ago. Sitting in the cafeteria in Yosemite, surrounded by damp, stinky climbers dudes, I listened to tales of this girl, high on Lurking Fear with a zipper-less sleeping bag and indecent rain gear. A frozen storm of sleet and cold settled over El Cap like a 1000-pound weight, and Heidi and her partner sat stuck on a partially sheltered ledge.
I introduced myself to her soon after she descended. We spent the next month road tripping together. Each morning she got up at 5a.m., ran a few miles, did yoga, made tea and then woke me up so she could spend the day doing as many 5.11s as possible before the sun set. I always knew she was a superwoman, even if she didn’t. These days, photos of her are slathered across the sides of busses, and she has speaking and teaching engagements around the country. By getting a glimpse into her life, beginner climbers see that aside from her fantastic abilities and high motivation, she’s really just a regular gal.
Women-focused classes, clinics, magazines, shops and events have cropped up out of nowhere in the last decade. Utilizing the skills or highlighting the accomplishments of people like Wirtz, they encourage more women to try the sport. Chicks with Picks, the Women’s Wilderness Institute, Alala, and Babes in the Backcountry give the superstars and other highly skilled women a chance to make a living and make a difference, while women’s magazines offer women role models and real world experiences that they can relate to.
The idea of women-only organizations irritates some men. “Why should I write for She Sends?” Mark Twight said to me once. “If women and men are supposed to be equal, why should there be a separate magazine for women?” He misses the point.
Women and men are not equal. As Steph Davis says, it’s ridiculous to compare women and men because they have “completely different strengths. It seems really arbitrary and really quite bizarre to decide that a certain thing requires a certain amount of effort or skill from everyone in the entire world, and then start deciding who is better for having done it in some certain way.”
Women accomplish their goals “with different experiences, logistics, problems and successes,” says writer and personal trainer Lindsay Yaw. “To compare is to set fire to another person’s waving flag so that you can erect your own, and I see no need to burn anyone’s flag.”
Women also have not had equal opportunities. “Boys have had, by culture or by natural inclination, way more opportunities and encouragement to get out and play with boys,” says guide Kim Czismazia. “Why not offer encouragement and opportunity for women to get out and play with the girls.” Women-only events and classes offer gals the chance to “relate with their bodies as physical tools or with the outdoors,” she adds.
Women communicate and learn differently as well. “There are lots of tips and tricks that women can pass onto each other as climbers,” says writer and guide Majka Burhardt. Adds, Babes founder Leslie Ross,“Of course there are no hard and fast rules, but from what I’ve noticed in my own learning style and the learning styles of many of the women who take our clinics, it’s not just enough to hear the info. They want to get their hands wet and check it out, sample, try out the new info presented.”
Women’s shops, magazines and outdoor industry organizations have also flourished in the last decade. Outdoor Divas shop owner, Kim Walker, started her women-only store in Boulder, Colorado, because “not having enough selections of women-specific equipment” bothered her. Providing an outlet for women and helping them get involved with a particular sport, she says, “validates the fact that women are out there and are just as active as men.”

I have been inspired by women’s accomplishments in climbing, writing and photographing, and speaking. I’m a little disappointed that there is not more written by women, for women, about women.
--Kitty Calhoun, alpinist.

Like Dandelion, a magazine for the general outdoorswoman, the woman-focused She Sends, promotes women getting after it. Each woman I spoke with for this article, with one exception, stated that while they enjoy reading about men, they gravitate toward articles by women and about women.
These ladies want to hear more about the “nitty gritty” of the climbing scene, “the pain, the tears, the organizational headches, the torn maps,” says Yaw. Adds freelance writer and new She Sends editor in chief Kasey Cordell, stories about female climbers draw her in more readily. “…it seems like so often they are battling much more than just the rock when they climb—sexism, balancing motherhood, etc,” she explains.
As more women share their stories, skills and experiences, the nature of the climbing community transforms. As science and nature writer Susan Tweit once said, “It’s like in biology, when women first started studying primates all of a sudden they were studying maternal behavior, and we learned stuff about gorillas and chimps and orangutans that we had never known before because men weren’t interested in maternal behavior so they didn’t study that.”

Bring back the Moon Lodges, give us all a three-day per month break when we have our periods. Up with women’s culture for its own sake. Celebrate who we are with what we have done, and forget the comparisons.
--Tami Knight, Canadian cartoonist.

So what do these cultural changes mean? According to guide, Angela Hawse, the changes mean “that women have gained a lot more confidence to get out there, get dirty, and use their hands and brains like never before,” This confidence has translated to women climbers creating their own niche complete with more female role models, more articles about chicks and a more pronounced female subculture.
Still, women differ with what they think the culture should be identified with. When it comes to issues such as competitiveness between women, feminism and sexism, chick climber opinions scatter like a spilled bag of multi-colored marbles.
Most women agree that the climbing community is far more egalitarian than general society. On the other hand, when it does crop up, reactions split down the board as to how to address it. “It exists as a microcosm of the greater society, which is undoubtedly sexist. To pretend it is not is absurd,” says Laura Snider, writer. Still, a few women prefer giving no credence to the issue. As climber Amy Gault says of letters to the editor on the issue, “Usually they get on my nerves.”
Others believe the subject of sexism warrants discussion. “It all has merit,” says climber and kayaker Allison Forbes. And adds Canadian climber Ednoi Bonn, letters to the editor are “a measuring stick. If women are writing these letters/articles, there’s a reason behind it.”

The subject of feminism is a sticky wicket.
--Kasey Cordell.

I sat at a creaky wooden table in the Stone Cup coffee shop facing two of my female staff members. As caffeine, sugar and adrenaline flushed my face, I listened as they suggested that my feminism might turn off readers and drive potential advertisers away from the magazine. I argued free speech until I realized that they mostly feared others would consider them in cahoots with their radical chief editor. We soon split amicably, and I decided to be as positive as possible in promoting women in my magazine and articles. I also resolved to discuss the facts as they are and never censor my writers or myself. It is not my job to ensure that the climbing community is comfortable with everything that I write. My responsibility as a journalist is to challenge people to consider and acknowledge alternative perspectives.
In the climbing community, the word feminism causes much consternation among women, and many want no part of it. “Overused ad nauseam,” says Vera Shulte-Pelkum. For Yaw it’s a “left-wing fringe moniker that alludes to equality by forcing the issue so far to the left of the pendulum that it can’t sustain and therefore swings back to the center.”
Other women see the word differently. For climber Roxanna Brock it means women “should have the same opportunities as men.” For Bonn it is “the acknowledgement that discrimination based on sex/gender exists.” And for Boskoff it means “women bonding together, encouraging others, being a roll model, creating more liberties for women to be individuals and opportunities for women to pursue their dreams.”
Why is it even important? Because, as Bonnie de Bruijn says, the word means different things to different people. “The danger is that people begin to lose interest in feminist issues due to a skewed belief that feminism is more interested in bitching about men and male behavior than promoting positive reformation of the female image,” she says.
Many female climbers disregard women’s issue because they don’t have time to think about them. Others don’t care because, having lived insulated lives they don’t question their access to education, money, confidence and success. There’s nothing wrong with women not engaging themselves with the issues, but for these women (and men) to say women’s issues don’t exist negates centuries of work done by feminists to bring equal representation and respect to both sexes. It also denies the hard facts. Women make $.76 to the dollar that men make, and women are still depicted unfairly in all media.
Brock cites the “offensive” blurr and Red Chili ads she’s seen recently. “Yuck,” she says. sheclimbs inc. secretary Wendie White agrees and adds that in the blurr ad, “Lisa Dumper has her jacket and shirt open so her bras is showing, and the other woman is leaning on her with her hand almost down Lisa’s pants. Tell me a man didn’t create that ad.” Ads like that degrade women and “make men think that women climbers shouldn’t be taken as seriously as men” (White).
Consider also the new National Geographic video, Women of K2, which “highlights a woman who is a model from Spain with no credentials,” rather than an accomplished woman mountaineer (Boskoff).
And consider that some stereotypes continually perpetuated by the mass media appear in relations between women climbers. “There is a behavioral codex among North American women, which makes being ‘nice’ to each other obligatory,” says Shulte-Pelkum, who adds that she supports friendly heckling.
While being nice isn’t a bad thing, denying women’s competitive nature is as unproductive. “Being nice to each other doesn’t necessarily restrict women from also being competitive.” Says Hawse. “It would be nice if there was a competitive niceness out there that encouraged lightness and humility rather than intensity and one-upsmanship.”

It is always assumed that my male partner is my boyfriend. If he is leading a pitch, and I am belaying, the assumption is that I could not lead it. If we climb a multi-pitch, the assumption is that he led the crux.”
--Laura Snider, journalist, outdoor educator.

Heidi and I sat under an overhanging cave staring at Obviously Four Believers (5.11a), the route we planned to climb on Spear Head, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado. The crisp early morning air chilled our fingers, and we opted to wait for sunlight before starting the climb. As the smoggy eastern sky grew bright red, its light barely touched the top of the wall, we sat uncomfortably on our packs talking about our upcoming trip to Canada, boys, sex and love.
Within a two-hour period, three parties passed us, all male, all asking us in friendly voices, “Are you girls going to do the North Ridge (5.6)?” No, no and no, we replied three times as they headed to do Sykes Sickle (5.9+). Despite the cultural changes within the climbing, some things don’t seem to change, I mentioned to Heidi. She just shrugged, stood up and shouldered her pack. “Whatever,” she said. “Let’s go climb!”

Published in Gripped Magazine April 2005.

What Women Want
By Lizzy Scully

“Rather than squeeze ourselves in the masculine systems, today’s outdoor women are carving their niche by their own design and in their own time.
--Mary Laurence Bevington, writer, educator.

When I started climbing a decade ago in the arid canyons outside of Salt Lake City, Utah, all my partners were male except for one. Dave taught me how to place gear and Scott helped me bang pitons into incipient seams, but it was with Kris that I led my first 5.10 slab. We visited Little Cottonwood Canyon frequently staying out on the smooth, white granite until darkness kicked us off. We talked all day about boys, sex and love, and we climbed until the tips of our fingers bled.
That September she went off to school and I embarked on an extended, post college climbing trip. Years passed before I climbed with other women regularly. I immersed myself in the male climbing culture, enjoying myself thoroughly. I visited Joshua Tree, CA, and climbed with the first love of my life; I bouldered with 9 guys in Hueco Tanks, TX; and I visited the Valley. Yosemite National Park awed me not only because of the walls bigger than black Chicago skyscrapers, but also because of the half-naked men from all over the world who tromped about Camp 4. Wow! I thought. Gold mine.
But the novelty wore off. The day I climbed Sacherer Cracker, a 5.10a offwidth at the base of El Cap, I realized what I was missing. As Al and I coiled our ropes, a team of men approached, prepared to do the route. Without looking at me they began asking Al about what gear to use. And later that night my friend Mike exclaimed with surprise, “You did Sacherer Cracker! That’s hard.” Well, of course it was hard, I thought. At that moment I understood that although I swapped leads, sweated and stank right alongside them, men would always assume that I, the woman, was the follower.
It’s another millennium, and climbing demographics have changed. The fairer sex makes up 20 to 30% of mountaineers, hill walkers and climbers (according to anecdotal evidence I’ve obtained from numerous businesses and my own research), and no longer is it amazing to see women sending. Our climbing culture has shifted from a male-dominated one that prizes masculine traits such as power and prowess, to one where females claim their own space and create their own values.
But in what ways are they doing this? Why? And what do female climbers really want? I wondered, and so decided to ask dozens of women these and other questions. What follows is a slice of North American climbing herstory.

“Say you have a climber with the talent of Katie Brown. If she turned her attention to bouldering…who knows what she could do.”
--Alison Osius, senior editor Rock & Ice magazine

When Josune Bereziartu climbs, she moves like the computer-generated Kung-Fu fighters in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. Precise, sinewy, flexible and fluid, she floats with identical ease over her un-taped woody or the steep limestone of Baltzola Cave near her home in the Basque Country of Spain. Bereziartu just sent her second 5.14d as well as nearly a dozen other 5.13s and 5.14s, including a 5.13d onsight, while on a climbing trip to Fugatoyama and Joyama, Japan. The day she did Dai Koyamada’s 5.14d Logical Progression, she says, “I felt this time as (if I was in) the best shape ever.”
Beth Rodden and Cicada Jenerik apparently felt similarly fit fall 2004. Rodden became the first woman to put up a 5.14b first ascent when she did The Optimist, Brogan Spire, north of Smith Rock State Park, Oregon. And ten-year-old Cicada Jenerik sent the V10 Low Rider, an extension of Cholos (V9), at the Happy Boulders, Bishop, California, after about a dozen tries. “I think it was at my limit. It was really hard,” she says. But how hard was it really for the 4.7’ youngster, who turns 11 this February? She did her first V9 just a month prior, sending Cholos.
Also in the past year North Face athlete Heidi Wirtz put up the first ascent Qui Lombo (IV 5.11+ A1) on San Rafael, one of big walls of Patagonia, Argentina. And along with Vera Schulte-Pelkum, she challenged female speed records on three Yosemite big walls, including the Nose, which they did in 12 hours 15 minutes.
“I always thought that somebody needed to break the women’s record on the Nose,” says Wirtz. “Some other women need to start speed climbing, so that there’s some friendly competition.”

Knowing that other women are out there climbing hard, committed alpine routes, making a first ascent, or exploring new areas breaks down mental barriers of women.
--Chris Boskoff, alpinist and Mountain Madness owner.

Wirtz, Rodden, Bereziartu and others lead by example, encouraging women to push past societal expectations that they be passive, nice and nurturing. As professional skier and mountaineer Alison Gannett says, “When a woman is striving after what she wants, she is conceived as bitchy, pushy, high strung, when the equal male counterpart doing the same thing is then considered highly successful.”
For Wendie White, sheclimbs, inc., national secretary and Rock Goddess Gazette editor, Bobbie Bensman, Lisa Rands, Steph Davis and especially Lynn Hill, inspired her to break these barriers and achieve more difficult goals. Hill, she says, “was a pioneer for women in climbing. She helped people understand that climbing is more of an equal sport than so many others—women can achieve the same goals as men.”
On the other hand, says Laura Snider, “there is a gap between some of the women superstars and the rest of the women’s climbing community” that needs to be addressed. “In the outdoor education world, we call it the myth of the superwoman,” she explains. “… People start saying ‘sure, Laura can do that, but she’s Laura. She doesn’t count.”
Maintaining a link up and down the ranks is key, she says. “We have to believe that there is a connection between ourselves and the superstars.”

Women push harder if they feel like they have a lot of support and encouragement from below. Learning from well-known women climbers is a big piece of that.
--Kim Reynolds, Chicks With Picks founder.

I met Heidi Wirtz nearly a decade ago. Sitting in the cafeteria in Yosemite, surrounded by damp, stinky climbers dudes, I listened to tales of this girl, high on Lurking Fear with a zipper-less sleeping bag and indecent rain gear. A frozen storm of sleet and cold settled over El Cap like a 1000-pound weight, and Heidi and her partner sat stuck on a partially sheltered ledge.
I introduced myself to her soon after she descended. We spent the next month road tripping together. Each morning she got up at 5a.m., ran a few miles, did yoga, made tea and then woke me up so she could spend the day doing as many 5.11s as possible before the sun set. I always knew she was a superwoman, even if she didn’t. These days, photos of her are slathered across the sides of busses, and she has speaking and teaching engagements around the country. By getting a glimpse into her life, beginner climbers see that aside from her fantastic abilities and high motivation, she’s really just a regular gal.
Women-focused classes, clinics, magazines, shops and events have cropped up out of nowhere in the last decade. Utilizing the skills or highlighting the accomplishments of people like Wirtz, they encourage more women to try the sport. Chicks with Picks, the Women’s Wilderness Institute, Alala, and Babes in the Backcountry give the superstars and other highly skilled women a chance to make a living and make a difference, while women’s magazines offer women role models and real world experiences that they can relate to.
The idea of women-only organizations irritates some men. “Why should I write for She Sends?” Mark Twight said to me once. “If women and men are supposed to be equal, why should there be a separate magazine for women?” He misses the point.
Women and men are not equal. As Steph Davis says, it’s ridiculous to compare women and men because they have “completely different strengths. It seems really arbitrary and really quite bizarre to decide that a certain thing requires a certain amount of effort or skill from everyone in the entire world, and then start deciding who is better for having done it in some certain way.”
Women accomplish their goals “with different experiences, logistics, problems and successes,” says writer and personal trainer Lindsay Yaw. “To compare is to set fire to another person’s waving flag so that you can erect your own, and I see no need to burn anyone’s flag.”
Women also have not had equal opportunities. “Boys have had, by culture or by natural inclination, way more opportunities and encouragement to get out and play with boys,” says guide Kim Czismazia. “Why not offer encouragement and opportunity for women to get out and play with the girls.” Women-only events and classes offer gals the chance to “relate with their bodies as physical tools or with the outdoors,” she adds.
Women communicate and learn differently as well. “There are lots of tips and tricks that women can pass onto each other as climbers,” says writer and guide Majka Burhardt. Adds, Babes founder Leslie Ross,“Of course there are no hard and fast rules, but from what I’ve noticed in my own learning style and the learning styles of many of the women who take our clinics, it’s not just enough to hear the info. They want to get their hands wet and check it out, sample, try out the new info presented.”
Women’s shops, magazines and outdoor industry organizations have also flourished in the last decade. Outdoor Divas shop owner, Kim Walker, started her women-only store in Boulder, Colorado, because “not having enough selections of women-specific equipment” bothered her. Providing an outlet for women and helping them get involved with a particular sport, she says, “validates the fact that women are out there and are just as active as men.”

I have been inspired by women’s accomplishments in climbing, writing and photographing, and speaking. I’m a little disappointed that there is not more written by women, for women, about women.
--Kitty Calhoun, alpinist.

Like Dandelion, a magazine for the general outdoorswoman, the woman-focused She Sends, promotes women getting after it. Each woman I spoke with for this article, with one exception, stated that while they enjoy reading about men, they gravitate toward articles by women and about women.
These ladies want to hear more about the “nitty gritty” of the climbing scene, “the pain, the tears, the organizational headches, the torn maps,” says Yaw. Adds freelance writer and new She Sends editor in chief Kasey Cordell, stories about female climbers draw her in more readily. “…it seems like so often they are battling much more than just the rock when they climb—sexism, balancing motherhood, etc,” she explains.
As more women share their stories, skills and experiences, the nature of the climbing community transforms. As science and nature writer Susan Tweit once said, “It’s like in biology, when women first started studying primates all of a sudden they were studying maternal behavior, and we learned stuff about gorillas and chimps and orangutans that we had never known before because men weren’t interested in maternal behavior so they didn’t study that.”

Bring back the Moon Lodges, give us all a three-day per month break when we have our periods. Up with women’s culture for its own sake. Celebrate who we are with what we have done, and forget the comparisons.
--Tami Knight, Canadian cartoonist.

So what do these cultural changes mean? According to guide, Angela Hawse, the changes mean “that women have gained a lot more confidence to get out there, get dirty, and use their hands and brains like never before,” This confidence has translated to women climbers creating their own niche complete with more female role models, more articles about chicks and a more pronounced female subculture.
Still, women differ with what they think the culture should be identified with. When it comes to issues such as competitiveness between women, feminism and sexism, chick climber opinions scatter like a spilled bag of multi-colored marbles.
Most women agree that the climbing community is far more egalitarian than general society. On the other hand, when it does crop up, reactions split down the board as to how to address it. “It exists as a microcosm of the greater society, which is undoubtedly sexist. To pretend it is not is absurd,” says Laura Snider, writer. Still, a few women prefer giving no credence to the issue. As climber Amy Gault says of letters to the editor on the issue, “Usually they get on my nerves.”
Others believe the subject of sexism warrants discussion. “It all has merit,” says climber and kayaker Allison Forbes. And adds Canadian climber Ednoi Bonn, letters to the editor are “a measuring stick. If women are writing these letters/articles, there’s a reason behind it.”

The subject of feminism is a sticky wicket.
--Kasey Cordell.

I sat at a creaky wooden table in the Stone Cup coffee shop facing two of my female staff members. As caffeine, sugar and adrenaline flushed my face, I listened as they suggested that my feminism might turn off readers and drive potential advertisers away from the magazine. I argued free speech until I realized that they mostly feared others would consider them in cahoots with their radical chief editor. We soon split amicably, and I decided to be as positive as possible in promoting women in my magazine and articles. I also resolved to discuss the facts as they are and never censor my writers or myself. It is not my job to ensure that the climbing community is comfortable with everything that I write. My responsibility as a journalist is to challenge people to consider and acknowledge alternative perspectives.
In the climbing community, the word feminism causes much consternation among women, and many want no part of it. “Overused ad nauseam,” says Vera Shulte-Pelkum. For Yaw it’s a “left-wing fringe moniker that alludes to equality by forcing the issue so far to the left of the pendulum that it can’t sustain and therefore swings back to the center.”
Other women see the word differently. For climber Roxanna Brock it means women “should have the same opportunities as men.” For Bonn it is “the acknowledgement that discrimination based on sex/gender exists.” And for Boskoff it means “women bonding together, encouraging others, being a roll model, creating more liberties for women to be individuals and opportunities for women to pursue their dreams.”
Why is it even important? Because, as Bonnie de Bruijn says, the word means different things to different people. “The danger is that people begin to lose interest in feminist issues due to a skewed belief that feminism is more interested in bitching about men and male behavior than promoting positive reformation of the female image,” she says.
Many female climbers disregard women’s issue because they don’t have time to think about them. Others don’t care because, having lived insulated lives they don’t question their access to education, money, confidence and success. There’s nothing wrong with women not engaging themselves with the issues, but for these women (and men) to say women’s issues don’t exist negates centuries of work done by feminists to bring equal representation and respect to both sexes. It also denies the hard facts. Women make $.76 to the dollar that men make, and women are still depicted unfairly in all media.
Brock cites the “offensive” blurr and Red Chili ads she’s seen recently. “Yuck,” she says. sheclimbs inc. secretary Wendie White agrees and adds that in the blurr ad, “Lisa Dumper has her jacket and shirt open so her bras is showing, and the other woman is leaning on her with her hand almost down Lisa’s pants. Tell me a man didn’t create that ad.” Ads like that degrade women and “make men think that women climbers shouldn’t be taken as seriously as men” (White).
Consider also the new National Geographic video, Women of K2, which “highlights a woman who is a model from Spain with no credentials,” rather than an accomplished woman mountaineer (Boskoff).
And consider that some stereotypes continually perpetuated by the mass media appear in relations between women climbers. “There is a behavioral codex among North American women, which makes being ‘nice’ to each other obligatory,” says Shulte-Pelkum, who adds that she supports friendly heckling.
While being nice isn’t a bad thing, denying women’s competitive nature is as unproductive. “Being nice to each other doesn’t necessarily restrict women from also being competitive.” Says Hawse. “It would be nice if there was a competitive niceness out there that encouraged lightness and humility rather than intensity and one-upsmanship.”

It is always assumed that my male partner is my boyfriend. If he is leading a pitch, and I am belaying, the assumption is that I could not lead it. If we climb a multi-pitch, the assumption is that he led the crux.”
--Laura Snider, journalist, outdoor educator.

Heidi and I sat under an overhanging cave staring at Obviously Four Believers (5.11a), the route we planned to climb on Spear Head, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado. The crisp early morning air chilled our fingers, and we opted to wait for sunlight before starting the climb. As the smoggy eastern sky grew bright red, its light barely touched the top of the wall, we sat uncomfortably on our packs talking about our upcoming trip to Canada, boys, sex and love.
Within a two-hour period, three parties passed us, all male, all asking us in friendly voices, “Are you girls going to do the North Ridge (5.6)?” No, no and no, we replied three times as they headed to do Sykes Sickle (5.9+). Despite the cultural changes within the climbing, some things don’t seem to change, I mentioned to Heidi. She just shrugged, stood up and shouldered her pack. “Whatever,” she said. “Let’s go climb!”

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Story for Heidi

I recently finished this story. It's apparently not good enough for publication, or so say my editors. However, I like it, and so am just going to post it here.

Story for Heidi
By Lizzy Scully
We’re in the Karakoram Range of Pakistan, 1,500 feet up the Ogre’s thumb, a tall rock spire that stands like a beacon at the far end of an arm of the Biafo Glacier. Before us flows a mass of slow-moving ice on which we will live for five or six weeks. It seems endless; and we can barely see beyond the next 20,000-plus-foot peak. From high on the walls that surround it, it looks like a giant, frozen, undulating river, white in the center, interrupted by crashing blue waves, and limned by gray jagged edges flush against the walls.
We watch and listen to its constant movement, yet we don’t always fully perceive the environs because we are distracted by the crashing ice, the screeching rock fall, clouds in the distance, and our own worries, voiced with words harsher than the landscape.
“Please let’s keep climbing! It’s only 2,500 feet!” I beg, as we stand on a ledge, looking up at a pitch eight, which you call “Fido’s Butthole.” We both laugh, sort of, but it’s hard to dispel the gloom that settled over us weeks ago after my accident. I see a flash of distrust in your eyes. I wonder, no, I know, you are thinking back.
It was our first day on the glacier; our first trip to advanced basecamp. We ran excitedly across the ice, leaping over crevasses running with melt water and scuttling around boulders lying slapdash on the frozen ground.
“Go on ahead, I’ll build some cairns,” I hollered as you walked ahead, high onto the crest of a glacial wave, seemingly into the indigo sky. You weren’t watching as I scrambled up the refrigerator-sized boulder to place an orange ribbon in a pile of rocks. You didn’t see the hard, cold ton of white granite role over, or me flying off the other side barely avoiding being crushed. But you heard something, and minutes later you, out of breath, were by my side, listening to my chest for bubbles, looking into my face to find life.
It was there, but something else was too—fear. And we both shared it. “How could you do something so foolish so far from anything?” You almost asked, but the question stuck as your lips pressed together in a grimace. “Go on to advanced basecamp,” I rasped, breaking the silence. And I headed slowly back to camp.
Days and weeks passed, and we never spoke of that fear; we didn’t even talk much about that day, except for your daily question, “how are you feeling today?” Eventually we headed up to the mountain again, I denying the pain in my chest, you wanting to climb in the brilliant sunshine. But we stopped short, just 700 feet up. I couldn’t breathe.
Then we waited. Snow fell. We waited. Rain, murk and despair seeped into the old, used tents we borrowed from our trekking guide. We waited. Bouldering, yoga, tea, reading, what else was there to do? We tried not to annoy each other too much. We didn’t succeed very well, though we knew peace must be maintained at all costs because our tenuous friendship was balanced just like me on that big rolling rock.
Finally a weather window arrived, and trudging, we headed to advanced basecamp again. We scoped the wall for a line, drew up a topo that we didn’t really believe in, and racked up as if we might really make it. But doubt hung in the air like a stinky wall fart.
We are in Fido’s Butthole now, a scary, shallow and funnel-like gully. As you inch your way up three pitches, aiming for the point of the pillar that is the most prominent feature on our topo, you try not to send down the dozens of large rock fins that are stacked haphazardly, dangerously on top of each other. You fail. They cascade around me, bashing and clanging as they bounce back and forth down the funnel like very big ping pong balls. Luckily only a few small ones hit the target.
When we both finally reach the anchors hours later, fun is a concept we no longer understand, and the “crack” we scoped the day before is a dirty seam on a flaky, wet face. Ice pings down on us as we look up. You are done with the wall then and there. “But over to the left 40 feet, look!” I point and exclaim. “There’s an existing line over there, up pitches and pitches of splitter crack. At least we can get up this wall!”
“Fine,” you say, but anger swells in the corner of your eyes along with tears. I ignore the way you look at me because I want the summit. I didn’t get it last time I was in Pakistan, and I was left with feelings of failure just a few hundred feet short of a point on Shipton Spire, ever so close to the top of the world.
The next five pitches are perfect, brilliant, splitting the face like the inked line on a blueprint. I cruise like I haven’t been injured, like the dangers are gone, like my relationship with you isn’t about to snap like a core shot. But all that only lasts a few hours. Then the hourglass turns over.
Night comes fast as we stake out our claims on a tiny snow-covered ledge a hundred-foot rappel from our high point. We settle in, bundled up in down jackets, shivering, watching the clouds smear out the stars like a dirty pencil eraser on paper. “Just one night; we can make it,” I plead. You don’t respond. Talk is limited to what is necessary to stay alive: melt water, eat, drink, huddle.
The next morning dawns gray. “It’s going to storm,” you say bleakly. “We can make it to the top before it snows,” I insist, as I watch you head out for your first lead of the day. “Let’s just see how far we can get.”
You stop 50 feet up a bolt ladder because even standing tippy-toe on the highest step of your aiders, you can’t reach the next bolt. “I’ve never led so little of a route in my life,” you say, dejected as you rap back down. You’re not having fun. I know I should concede, go down, but I don’t want to. I take the rack and head off into the wild without saying a word. But by the time I reach the anchors, the dark clouds fill the sky above. And when you arrive, the sleet hits. “It’s not that bad…” I start to say, but you look at me livid, forceful. “Down!”
By noon we are on the ground. “Maybe we’ll come back,” one of us says, I can’t remember whom. But I know it’s unlikely. I think maybe you hate me now. A few days later as we hike back up toward advanced basecamp again, on another sunny day, I know you do because you tell me as much as we scream at each other like characters on a bad TV talk show. The trip is over. We barely speak to each other unless we are around others, when our pain is diluted by the wonders of a different culture.
We eventually strike an uneasy peace and are able to make it through our last two weeks in Pakistan without too much agony and even with moments of delight. We enjoy the company of the Baltistani children who crowd around, feeding us kernels from the hard seeds of apricots that they break with their teeth, and the women who paint our hands with henna.

And that last night in Islamabad, you are even happy, smiling and chatting across from me at the dinner table, eating Biryani and curried dal. You are going home to your boyfriend; I am going back to the job I nearly lost to go on the trip; we are discussing the possibility of starting a nonprofit together to help educate girls in the mountainous regions of the world where we climb.

But back in the States months pass, and we barely talk. Sometimes I never want to see you again. I think “to hell with the 12-year friendship” as I fall into the dreary depression I always succumb to after a big trip. But rather than enhance the feelings of hatred, that dark place forces me to consider and reconsider my actions. As the light seeps back into my life months later, I let go of my anger and begin to heal. And when I do, my desire to provide an education to disadvantaged girls grows. I feel excited the day I finally decide to call you to breach the topic. “What do you think?”

“Yes,” you say, “let’s go for it!” Then I know you have forgiven me, too.

That night I have a dream about us.
We’re in the Karakoram Range of Pakistan, in the middle of nowhere, and there is a big granite wall standing between us. Before us flows a mass of slow-moving ice on which we stand. We watch and listen to its constant movement, and somehow, despite the deafening crashing noises and the vastness between us, we actually listen to and hear each other.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Eating "bad" foods is good for you

Good “Bad” Foods
By Lizzy Scully

Tired of hearing about “low cal,” splendiferous sugar free, diet vanilla lattes, health kicks and “bad foods?” I sure am. I hate going to restaurants that serve rolls with (bleh) Margarine, and I cringe at the grocery store when I see so many non- and low-fat yogurt options (gross). I want the fat; I want the butter; I want the chocolate and red meat, too. But every time I go to Whole Foods or Wild Oats and fill my cart with fat-filled milk, three packages of eggs, ice cream and cheese, cheese, cheese, I get disdainful looks from other shoppers.

“Eww, she must be sooo unhealthy,” they say to me with their eyes, aghast by my eating habits. “Her arteries must be dripping with ooze.” Then they walk off ¬¬-- smug, self satisfied and with seaweed sticks in hand. But look at my cart with dread no longer, grocery store snobs! I have recently discovered a wealth of studies that prove my diet not only tastes far better, but can also be healthy as long as you don’t overdo it and you have a strong exercise component in your life.

First, let’s take a look at cheese. Sure it has a lot of calories, but according to the American Dietetic Association, cheese also has calcium, vitamin B2 and riboflavin. It also contains something called conjugated linoleic acid, which is a “good” fat that reduces a person’s risk of getting cancer and even blocks the storage of fat in your body.

The only things you really need to watch out for are how much cheese you ingest (as with anything, eat in moderation), and how much sodium the cheese has (some cheeses have an unhealthy amount). However, some of the healthiest cheeses you can buy also have strong flavors without excessive fat. These include: feta, blue cheese, or fresh Parmesan or goat cheese.

Second, at all costs, don’t avoid chocolate, at least not if you’re an insane chocoholic like I am. Remember, it doesn’t cause acne, and it won’t make you fat unless you gorge on Snickers bars (which contain all kinds of other nasty ingredients). Also, the main fat in chocolate contains stearic acid, which does not adversely impact your cholesterol levels. Chocolate is also rich in cancer-fighting antioxidants, helps prevent heart disease, and can increase the output of serotonin in your brain, making you feel better if you are down. But don’t overdo it. Try eating the purest chocolate you can find, which is typically dark chocolate.

Tired of grilled veggie burgers and tempeh steaks? I like them, but sometimes I just want a big ol’ beefsteak. Full of protein, iron, zinc and vitamin B12, a lean, mean cut of steak can actually be good for you a few times per week. Of course, the less saturated fat the cut has the better, so look for sirloin, tenderloin or top rounds. Avoid prime ribs and T-bone steaks because they have more fat.

Eggs have really gotten a bad rap these days, despite the fact that most research refutes the claim that they hurt your heart. And while it’s true that a high level of cholesterol is not ideal, eggs are actually low in fat and high in protein. According to a Pennington Biomedical Research Center study, women who regularly eat eggs for breakfast lose up to twice as much weight as women who start their day with bread, and that’s because eggs fill you up, while carbs burn off within hours. Try them boiled, in a quiche or in an omelet filled with veggies, and you can’t go wrong.

Go nuts over nuts. That’s right. Nuts contain monounsaturated fats, which are actually good for you because they reduce your risk of heart disease and they fill you up, which means you could actually lose weight because you are less likely to eat more, bigger meals if you are snacking on nuts. Plus, nuts have magnesium.

And, finally, my second favorite daily vice after eating chocolate — drinking wine and beer — is not a terrible habit to have, as long as you can imbibe in moderation (one to two drinks per night as opposed to five or six). Research has illustrated that having a few glasses of red wine can reduce your chances of getting coronary heart disease. In fact, a 1992 Harvard University study found that the antioxidants (called flavonoids), which are found in the skin and seeds of red grapes can reduce that risk by reducing low-density lipoproteins (aka. LDL or "bad" cholesterol) and by boosting high-density lipoproteins (aka. HDL or "good" cholesterol). Furthermore, an Emory University study found that alcohol drinkers have lower levels of fibrinogen, a protein that promotes blood clots.

I like to practice the diet technique, “eat whatever I want to, when I want to.” I just make sure to include a strong exercise component to my life; I eat in moderation; and I include grains and veggies with every meal. I also avoid all the nasty, lose weight chemical gimmicks the food industry comes up with because I think they taste terrible. Give me a good, old-fashioned piece of homemade pie laden with whipped cream any day, just not every day.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Story for another friend

I just wrote this for an old friend of mine. I like it, and so am going to post it. It is his birthday present. Happy belated birthday, Jeff. :)

You and I, we sit in a wine bar, deep red and yellow painted walls, maps of the world’s wine regions, and a white tablecloth crinkling under our dirty, chalk-covered fingers. Snow flies outside like thousands of itty-bitty white swifts, randomly swirling with the Chinook winds. We laugh over countless flights of wine, and we taste Prosciutto with Cabernet Sauvignon, Gouda with Bloom Riesling, dried cranberries, chocolate truffles. Another good friend arrives. We’re drunk already, and more flights later—Sauvignon Blanc, gerwerstraminer, Merlot—so is he. We run wildly with the conversation—crafting stories from words jumbled in our heads as we have so often done for a collective four or five decades. It all makes perfect sense, the drunker we get, as we recall and interpret our past jobs, articles, things we learned from each other, disagreements we had that caused us to become more deeply entrenched in each other’s worlds. The waitress approaches to check on us again because you smile at her like she’s worth it. Four hours later, she’s sad to bring the check. But we are ready to walk into the wind. Our friend leaves with a red nose, cheeks and unkempt alpinist hair to his tiny cabin on a swept desert hillside; you take your tall, beautiful self and drive back to your snow-covered structureless antique abode, where your heart is a wood burning stove; and I return to my sweet, cozy house of cards. We all smile the whole way home.

Letter to my friend

Dear Jim,

I don't remember feeling so sad before. I know I have. But I don't recall, and I'm sure it was different. It feels so strong, so fresh and sharp. I know it is teaching me a lot. But I feel like my heart is breaking open and spilling out on the floor.

-Lizzy

Friday, December 12, 2008

Wines for the season

Wines for the Seasons
By Lizzy Scully

Most people buy wine according to what they like and/or price. I used to purchase only red wine that cost less than $9. After exploring my options and visiting numerous wine bars, I now prefer dry, not overly sweet Rieslings in the summertime and smooth Malbecs when temps cool off. And no matter the type of entree I’m serving, those are the two wines I most frequently buy. However, lately I’ve been exploring more options; certain wines will accentuate certain foods in ways I’ve never thought of.

“Wine has a different spin when combined with food; its attributes become apparent,” explained longtime Greenbriar Inn bartender, Bo Touchon. A fine dining but low-key establishment just ten minutes south of Lyons, Colo., the Greenbriar offers an extensive wine list of 1200 varieties. I thought it would be the perfect place to find out about ideal holiday wines, so I spent an evening there this past weekend.

Since Thanksgiving so recently passed, the first question that popped into my head when I met with Touchon was, “What goes well with turkey, gravy and the holiday’s other accoutrements?” Touchon recommended Rieslings as he poured us a 2007 German Monchhof. “It’s half dry, half sweet,” with a floral aroma, he explained. This drier Riesling “ties the food together.” Red wines would overpower the flavor of the turkey, while the acidity of a Riesling will actually cut the richness (i.e. fat) of the meat and gravy, accentuating its taste.

Other types of poultry can be served with Rieslings as well. However, Touchon recommended something more acidic for “fattier” birds, such as a pinot noir for duck and Cornish hens.

For red meats, Touchon recommended red wine, such as Cabernet Sauvignon. “It’s the king of grapes,” he stated. We tried The Cover Drive, a Cabernet from south Australia. It smelled like chocolate and blackberries and was rich. It was also “green,” explained Touchon, in that it was young and the “tannins haven’t had a chance to smooth out.” Cabernets typically have a “big” flavor, and they are strong with high alcohol content. So, why do Cabs it go so well with beefsteaks, prime rib and other strong red meats?

According to www.matchingfoodandwine.com, “The big, muscular structures of most red wines are what the sinewy, densely textured or highly flavored qualities of red meat need.”

If a significant amount of pepper is added to a steak or more gamey tasting meats (elk or venison), www.matchingfoodandwine.com recommends a more peppery wine such as a Shiraz/Syrah or Mouvedre. We tried a Spanish Monastrell, a rich red wine with ripe fruit flavors and a spicy, well-balanced finish, which works well with a roast and gamey meats.

People who enjoy lamb for the holidays might want to try a lighter and fruitier Pinot Noir, though the above-mentioned wines will also work.

Salty hams require a different type of wine, such as a dry (white) Chardonnay. We tried the Chateau St. Jean from Sonoma, Calif., which, said Touchon, offered “a good blend of sweet, tart and dry. It complements sweet, salty ham.” He also suggested trying a medium dry, medium sweet Riesling. Honey baked hams are a different story, and though a Chardonnay would probably work, a not too sweet Rosette wine might be better (he recommended against the syrupy sweet Zinfandels).

For desserts of if you simply want something to sip after a hearty meal, try a port fortified with brandy, a Moscato, or simply go with a Grand Marnier or a Frangelico.

And while these recommendations may help you choose the ideal wine for your holiday entrée, remember that it’s all about your own taste buds. “There is no right or wrong answer to wine,” added Touchon. “It comes down to you and your personal enjoyment.”

Buen provecho!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Photo of Lizzy's play set

I'm finally giving up my play set. Sigh. However, I rejoice in the thought that it will be used by hundreds of children at the Estes Valley Victim Advocates Safehouse! Yay.

A Child's Christmas in Wales: CO Shakespeare Festival's holiday surprise

CO Shakespeare Festival adapts A Child’s Christmas in Wales
By Lizzy Scully

As part of the Colorado Shakespeare Festival’s family holiday tradition, Director Philip Sneed and the Foothills Theatre Company have brought an adaptation of “A Child’s Christmas in Wales” to the University of Colorado’s University Theatre stage.

“Unfortunately Shakespeare did not leave us with a Christmas play,” Sneed stated. So, the company chose to start its new winter programming in 2007 with a “20th century classic,” written by poet, journalist and author Dylan Thomas.

The original story is a series of vignettes about various holiday season traditions, from the singing of Christmas carols to the exchanging of presents, and it’s told from the perspective of the “Boy,” played by the charming and talented Orion Pilger. The play is somewhat disjointed, reflecting the memory of the Boy, but there is much youthful charm to the haphazard storyline. For example, in a scene recalled by adult narrators, the Boy and his best friend, played by Cambria Pilger, pretend to be Eskimo hunters as they throw snowballs at cats, but then are quickly whisked into a new adventure when Mrs. Prothero’s dinner catches on fire and the firemen drench her house with water.

Narrator 1: Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined trappers from Hudson Bay… Would hurl our deadly snowballs at the green of their eyes … We were so still, Eskimo-footed arctic marksmen in the muffling silence of the eternal snows…
Narrator 4: Eternal, ever since Wednesday … We never heard Mrs. Prothero’s first cry from her igloo at the bottom of the garden …

Whether or not you follow the sometimes complex and poetic narrative—the dialogue is not straightforward—it’s easy to understand the gist of each of the vignettes. In the above-mentioned snowball scene, the boys run excitedly around the stage, dressed in boots and heavy jackets, carrying glittery snowballs as fake snow falls gently in the background. Even without narrative, the activity of the scene would elicit memories of mischievous childhood behavior and excursions into a snow-filled world. And, as with each scene, the Boy is always accompanied by an active cast of five other actors, who alternate between being playing hilarious props (sometimes live props such as a dog), making sounds (such as the ocean and wind), and playing different characters related to the Boy, such as the “Uncles” who snore constantly when they are not gruffly puffing away at their cigars.

According to Sneed, the performance came together after much trial and error. “Some sections wanted to be shown (acted out), while others needed simply to be told, using Thomas’ beautiful text to evoke our own memories. Our rehearsal process was one of trial and error, using standard improvisational techniques as well as our own invented methods.”

The resulting musical performance is delightful and perfect for children and adults alike. For more information, visit: www.coloradoshakes.org or call (303) 443-0600.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Child sex trafficking

I wrote this review for the Berthoud Recorder.

Boom Boom Yum Yum
By Lizzy Scully

What do you know about child sex trafficking or prostitution? Did you know 300 children per night are trafficked for sex in Denver? Had you any clue that hundreds of thousands of American children are forced into the sex trade each year, or that 50 percent of the worldwide sex trade deals in children?

I certainly didn’t realize these things before watching the University of Colorado’s student performance of “Boom Boom Yum Yum,” a disturbing play about prostitution and child sex trafficking in Burma, the United States, Thailand, Malaysia, Russia, and even Tel Aviv, Israel. Most of the audience members also knew little about the issue. But, due to the forceful and often violent performance by the students, it’s not something any of us are going to forget anytime soon.

The students, all seniors who had been working closely together in the same company for three+ years, chose the subject matter, researched it on the Internet and through interviews with victims and social workers, and then wrote the play. The facts surrounding the subject matter were distressing, but the portrayal of the issue by the students is what made those facts hit home.

Violence and violation of trust were the main themes, and these were portrayed in various vignettes. There were: quieter scenes heavy with aggressive gestures, actions and facial expressions; dialogues that depicted individual horror stories; scenes where the perpetrators discussed their perverse perspectives; and chaotic scenes of brutal trafficking experiences involving numerous slaves. The frantic portrayal of the various short stories left me with feelings of anxiety and immediacy, as if all this was happening right now. And then the students tell you that, yes, indeed, all this is happening right now.

Especially horrifying was the scene depicting the group of Burmese children (we are told they are younger than 10 years old) who are thrown into the back of a truck, brought to Thailand, and stuck in brothels, where they are beaten and raped repeatedly, sometimes dozens of times in one evening. During that particular scene, one actor told his story, while the other children were abused around him.

Another particularly brutal scene included one of the women playing a discarded sex worker thrown on the streets to die after she had been totally used up by the traffickers, the pimps, and the johns. She was silent throughout the scene, illuminated by a single light in the center of the stage, but it was clear through the dismissive actions of the other actors surrounding her that she had been abandoned and physically destroyed, and worse yet, people shunned her after she was thrown out on the streets. Eventually she collapses in the middle of the stage, unable to move.

The disturbing stories are tied together with brief, hurried scene reminiscent of Wall Street trading, which depict dozens of people racing around the stage, holding pads of paper, making transactions while at the same time telling the audience facts such as the sex trade “is a $32 billion international industry.” These scenes reminded the audience of the powerful driving forces behind the issue – sex and money – and drove the message home that prostitution is not something people participate in willingly.

At the end of the performance, you couldn’t help but ask yourself, “What is wrong with our world that we let things like this happen?” Luckily, the students offered time for discussion and questions. Having the opportunity to openly express their emotions gave the audience the chance to both delve more into the background of the material and also to figure out in what ways they could increase awareness of the issue.

Media outlets in the United States bring countless tragic situations to peoples’ living rooms. However, these are couched in vacuous stories about Paris Hilton’s latest escapades and commercials about pharmaceuticals that stop you from excessively tapping your feet. The impact of the message disappears. The value of a play like “Boom Boom Yum Yum” is in its capacity to really send a message home and shift an audience’s consciousness. Though difficult to watch at times, the students should be commended for their excellent, thought-provoking work of art.

Looking for a job

I am looking for a full-time job. I struggle with my desire to travel, but after traveling seven out of the last 12 months, I miss my home in Lyons. My garden was piddly this year because I didn't plant anything until May, and I have so much yard work that I want to do. I'm also enjoying becoming more involved with the Town of Lyons. I'm currently doing the PR for the Lyons Outdoor Games... well, I'm starting to do the PR for it. I've met with a few committee members and have talked with the folks over at Oskar Blues who are going to help out. I love this town. The people are really cool--sporty, artsy, and smart--and the landscape is just perfect for all sorts of outdoor adventuring, from hiking up the hill from my house to tubing in the rivers in the summer to climbing (the St. Vrain is FULL of granite crags). It's really wonderful here.

I just discovered that I did not get a job that I applied and interviewed for because of my job history. It was a bit of a blow because I do want to be here. I wasn't lying to the executive director when I told him I'd give him five years. I want to build my life here on the Front Range.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Photos of Heidi rock climbing, Vote for Heidi today!!!


Heidi climbing during HERA Climb4Life, SLC, 2007, photo by John Evans


Heidi in Morocco, photo by Kris Erickson


Heidi in Morocco, photo by Kris Erickson


Heidi building a roof on a Moroccan House. Photo by Kris Erickson

December 1, 2008—Heidi Wirtz, professional climber and The North Face Athlete, up to win the $25,000 Inspiring Soles Award

The North Face athlete and professional climber Heidi Wirtz, co-founder of the nonprofit Girls Education International (Girls Ed), was notified in October that she was one of five semifinalists for the Inspiring Soles Award. Votes are now being collected to choose the finalist at the Inspiring Soles Website. Wirtz is the only climber in the group of athletes nominated for the award. Previous climbers who have won the award include Timmy O’Neill, who works with the disabled.

Created by Crocs Inc. and Outside Magazine, the Inspiring Soles Award celebrates athletes who have dedicated their lives to shattering boundaries and raising awareness for meaningful causes. Wirtz has worked tirelessly for the past two years on fundraising and implementing projects for Girls Ed, and over the years she has regularly volunteered for HERA Climb4Life events, the Khumbu Climbing School and the dZi Foundation.

As a semifinalist, Wirtz received $5,000 to donate to the charity of her choice plus $500 worth of Crocs merchandise.

“It was fantastic to win $5000,” said Wirtz of the award. “It will pay for our Liberia Scholarship Program (LSP) through spring of 2010.” Implemented as Girls Ed’s first major project, the LSP provides $71 per year, per child to 47 girls in the mountainous regions of Liberia so they can pay their school fees.

As a finalist, Wirtz would win an additional $25,000, a Crocs shopping spree, a trip to Santa Monica, a full-page profile in Outside Magazine and a PSA ad for Girls Education International.

“If we win the $25,000, we could also pay for the viability assessment we need to do in a remote village in the Hushe Valley of Pakistan where we want to renovate a girls’ school,” Wirtz added, enthusiastically.

Girls Education International seeks to raise awareness and funds to help educate women and girls in impoverished areas in the mountainous regions of the world. For more information, please visit: www.girlsed.org or write to girlsed@gmail.com.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Hi from Lizzy

I have returned to my daily meditation practice and study of Buddhism; I lost myself over the past year. I had loads of fun traveling and climbing all over North America, but I forgot some of the most important things in life: the need for balance, building stable and strong ties in my communities (the climbing community and the community of Lyons, the town that I live in), and just being in the moment. It sounds so cliche to say that, but I've spent so much time running around--searching for a partner, searching for the perfect crack to climb, searching for meaning--that I stopped really seeing the reality of what was in front of me. I feel like my ego has cracked, and some light is shining through. It hurts, and I'm terribly sad right now, but something's happening to me that is positive. I'm excited to see where it will take me... well, sort of. Right now I guess I'm just pretty tired all the time, and trying to figure out how to get by day by day, but soon I'm sure I'll be excited again. I still find joy daily, in the purring of my kitty; the amazing friends who have been supporting me so richly while I've been so sad; in my mandolin, which I've been playing ever since I stopped climbing a month ago; and in my new Amy Winehouse CD, which I dance to every day in my living room (I try not to dwell on her lyrics too much). I also find a lot of joy in the work I'm doing for Girls Ed right now. We are making amazing progress. I can't believe we are actually helping girls out in two different countries. It is thrilling! Off to bed. Good night.

Vote for Heidi!!!

Please go to this link and vote for Heidi to be the Inspiring Soles Finalist. If she wins, she earns $25,000 for Girls Education International!