Banff Mountain Film Festival

Friday evening two weeks ago (that's how long it's taken me to finish this post...), I went to the Banff Mountain Film Festival, hosted by REI at the Los Altos High School Eagle Theater, with Trang. It was three hours worth of outdoor-activity films, as well as an intermission and raffle, for the purpose of fundraising for the Snowlands Network. The films shown were:

1. Entropy - 11 minutes of snowkiting footage. Snowkiting is snowboarding while being pulled by a kite across relatively flat snow plains. The snowkiters did lots of jumps and spins in the air. Looked pretty neat, but there probably aren't too many places you can find the right conditions for doing this! This particular film was shot in Norway.
2. Badgered - A cute animated short about a hibernating badger whose slumber is disturbed by a pair of raucous crows. In the end, the crows were silenced when all their feathers were stripped by means of a weapon of mass destruction going off. I think there was supposed to be some sort of environmental message, but it eluded me.
   
3. King Lines - This was the feature film for the night, and follows Chris Sharma on his various climbing adventures around the world. It mostly focused on his deep water solo project "Es Pontas" in Mallorca, Spain. Climbing is spelled "Chris Sharma", and though I recently saw this film, I loved seeing Chris Sharma in all of his glory on a big screen. My hands were sweating the entire time!
4. The Western Lands - Hoy - Mainly the reading of a poem accompanied by stylistic footage. It was about an old man attempting a climb on his birthday. I admit I may have started dozing off during this one...
   
5. It's Fantastic - Kayakers don't seem to have much else to do besides attempt to descend waterfalls without flipping over.
   
6. Speedriding - Para-gliding with skis?
   
7. Cross Country with The Snakes - Random band members go cross-country skiing.
   
8. Inner Balance - Uni-cyclers doing tricks.

Okay, so I lost interest commentating on the last four movies. All in all, I was pretty entertained, though I was somewhat dismayed to realize that not a single movie featured women. I think King Lines showed some clips of girls climbing (a grand total of maybe 20 seconds of footage?), but that's about it. I'm not sure what to make of that. I suppose women are probably majorly underrepresented in "extreme" outdoor sports, so perhaps I shouldn't be surprised.

I was also severely disappointed that two Lindas won raffle items, neither of them me.

The Mind and Heart Disconnect

Why does it often seem that our minds are often in contention with our hearts? I know that I definitely don't need the Crunch ice cream bar on the trip home from Bishop, but my heart (or is it stomach?) calls out for it. The heart often wins.

What I'm specifically referring to is the end to my most recent relationship (number way-too-many). There are so many ways in which breaking up was absolutely the right thing to do, and I have enumerated lists with extensive supporting arguments to convince myself of this, yet I still feel hurt and sad at times. My preferred method of coping with this seems to be to blot out any reminder of the relationship. It seems that my heart relies on my mind to know what it should have feelings about, so at least there's some control. But it's impossible to not be reminded of it, and sometimes the mind gets out of control and relives the past. Thereby this blog post.

So what's with the disconnect between mind and heart? I think part of it is feeling sad over the loss of someone I was previously close to. I guess if you give a piece of your heart to someone, knowing that you shouldn't have after the fact doesn't restore that fragment back to you. For me, I think it also hurts because I know the ex is totally over it, and doesn't give a damn whether or not I'm sad or happy, enraged or indifferent. That causes hopelessness, and that's a feeling that's hard to get over.

Mostly, I'm sad about yet another failed relationship. I don't really like introducing guys to my family, only to tell them a few months later that it's over. Wouldn't it be nice if I was able to manage a relationship that lasts longer than a year? And so on.

This all goes along nicely with my quarter-life crisis though, doesn't it (more on that later)? I think my header promised to keep the emotional drama at bay, but there you go.

"... the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and ... thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past."

Love in the Time of Cholera

Digital Piano

I played the piano for about five years when I was younger. The amount of effort my parents put into trying to encourage/force me to play was much greater than the effort I expended practicing. Of course more than 10 years later, this is one of my big regrets (another notable one is not speaking more Vietnamese).

Almost a year ago, I started playing again on the upright piano from my childhood at my parents' home (when I was still living there). I really wanted to learn Chopin's Nocturne #20 in C# Minor. About two months later, my parents (mostly my mom) decided they wanted to buy my sister a grand piano (she's a fairly proficient player, deserving of a grand :)). The search started at Yamaha baby grands, and somehow turned into a Model 185 Boesendorfer (6'1"). That's one thing I was pretty sad to miss out on when I moved out! I stopped playing after moving out, since I no longer had regular access to a piano... until now.

After a couple of weeks of shopping around, I became the proud owner of a Casio AP45 digital piano. I too nearly became a victim of continuously looking at better and better models of pianos (and even thought of buying a $3000+ Yamaha CLP-270 at one point), but luckily I realized that this was a *digital piano* I was buying. I could buy an acoustic upright for that amount of money o_O. The Casio AP45 has a decent sound to it, and I liked the action fairly well for a digital piano. That was the most important factor in a digital piano for me. I want the feel of the keyboard to be as similar to a real piano as possible, so as to easily be able to transition to the Boesendorfer ;) My sister has claimed it for her inheritance, but we'll see about that.

I'm currently trying to get into the habit of playing 20 minutes when I wake up in the mornings. It collected a bit of dust for a couple of weeks while I was moping over recent events in my life, but has been getting more play this past week. I'm working on Celes from FF6, which isn't a terribly difficult song, but it's pretty :)

I started writing this post in anticipation of posting it for Valentine's Day, but that didn't happen, darn! :)