Last week I saw this documentary about Sherpa, how they loved during the off season, their traditions, responsibilities and hard work they put in when hired by climbers. Sherpas go first, they set up camps, they carry equipment, they’re in charge of climbers security, and all this so that others can claim the glory.
It’s a very humble profession of brave people. Sherpas have died in the line of duty since George Mallory’s first attempt to reach the summit in 1921 where an avalanche took the lives of 7 of the 12 Sherpas who accompanied him. I’ve always looked up to George Mallory, some of his phrases have marked my way of thinking. During an interview in New York a times reporter asked him “why climbing Mount Everest”, he replied with what’s for me the simplest but strongest answer there could be for a question, “because it’s there”.
Friday’s events have made me think, Mallory wanted to climb the mountain looking for joy, he wanted to climb it, that’s the word right there, WANTED. Sherpas need to climb it, they need to keep climbers safe, they need to carry heavy loads, because they need to provide for their families. There are not many other options at a high altitude life, most other man are high altitude potato farmers. There’s a big difference between wanting and needing. Mallory and every other climber can go back if it gets too dangerous, they’ll just get a bruised ego that will heal when they try again next season. Sherpas have to make it up there for their families sake.
I hope one day I can get there, try to summit that monster, meet some of this brave and humble men and claim victory together.
She said one thing, I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.
A video I took in a small town in SLP. Me balancing trough abandon houses
Have you ever had a bad idea?
What makes it a bad idea? Is into that I’m not willing to pursue that idea, there’s something in me fighting against my better judgment. But my past experiences and my logical analysis, agree that this could only end in utter disaster.
What to do with that kind of idea?
What if it’s not your idea? What if it comes from deep inside of you? What if you can’t control it?
What if every part of your body wants to embrace this idea?
There’s something nihilistic about this idea, trying to break to what has already been stablished through my years of living.
What can I do about it? How do you fight yourself? Does it take discipline? Do you ignore it? Do you go to bed hoping it goes away and does not hunt your dreams?
It’s like being trapped in a gulag of self destructive feelings.
Is it really an idea? Or is it something else?
Nonsmoking husbands of smoking wives face a 92 percent increase in their risk of heart attack, according to a report in the Journal of the American College of Cardiology. Breathing secondhand smoke boosts LDL (“bad”) cholesterol levels, decreases HDL (“good”) cholesterol, and increases your blood’s tendency to clot.
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
Happy Holidays from all of us here at Tuneage! Rather than post another tired Christmas cover, I wanted to share this awesome song by Sta Hi Brothers (a duo of Seattle based rappers, Vitamin D & Maineack). “rump pa pump pum” takes on a whole new musical perspective on The Little Drummer Boy.
I can’t find much information about Sta Hi Brothers but I love this song. It’s is filled with retro vibes, it’s sleek and it’s infectious (even if the lyrics are pretty explicit).
“rump pa pump pum” was released as a part of the rap duos 2011 Christmas album, Christmas Trees.
Special thanks to Danny Brito for introducing me to this song.