Cars

The quarter is ending, so my time has been spent working on papers. And wrecking my car. I tried telling my insurance adjuster that every event has a cause, and such determinism is incompatible with free will. Although I was the driver, and my car bumped into another, there is no room for me as an agent. Thus, I am not morally culpable for the accident. She didn't go for it, insurance adjusters are an entirely unphilosophical bunch.

But all is not lost. I'll actually come out ahead in the end, but for the moment I am left without an automobile, impotent in the Inland Empire. For the moment, I am left to juggle radioactive fruit, although I'm not nearly as good at this as I am at fender benders. Why can't one pick one's talents?

Ground Control

Sunday brought another unsuccessful run on the Proxima Project at the Jupiter Boulders. This sexy little number can be seen in green, and despite Ian (looking good above), Alan, and two days, it still goes unconquered. Luckily she's smooth on the moves, so I don't mind another round.

However, I did get the FA of Cassiopeia (V8), our lady in red. She's named after the geometric position of your body for the first move - amazing pinch with the right hand, large right foot equally high. The queen Cassiopeia, after which the constellation was named, was punished by Poseidon for boasting of her unrivaled beauty. While this problem is on one of the best boulders in SoCal, she certainly isn't more beautiful than all the Nereids, the nymph-daughters of the sea god Nereus. Or the boulders of Font for that matter. Oh, to be traveling in the summertime...

News

Some news from all over. I caught two cheaters in my class. One because she used 15 sources that weren't from the syllabus when everyone else used 3, and the other because he turned in his paper with the name of the original author on it. Dumbshits.

I'm grading papers right now, here is a quote: “If Costco were to be placed in their employees shoes, they would have been satisfied with the health insurance.” I know, I know, a singular noun deserves a singular pronoun, but I ignored that. My comment in the margins was simple. Corporations don’t have feet.

And finally, a super human trick. Shira here, that red headed seductress, has memorized pi to 50 decimal places. Fifty, easy right? Let's see...3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 41971 69399 37510. Nope. In one day she got e to 30 decimal places, one day! There is one hell of a brain on that woman.

I Dream of Gene-y

Gene, a journalism student at some local college, came into the gym for a short profile article on an athlete. Because I'm badass, the dude working the counter pointed her my direction. Sure, I'll let you write up something about me. I'm down to have my ego stroked. Oh yea, just like that.

The process was informative. Gene must be clairvoyant or something, since in one photo and one short e-mail, she was able to discern things about me I didn't know myself. Apparently, I'm 25 (thought I was younger!), I've "tackled the hills of Colorado," and I "make frequent trips to Mt. Whitney." Wow, she is like a false-fact psychic! I mean, I knew I lived life "on the edge, literally," (Ha!) but the rest is news to me.

And check out my body position. Sure, it looks like I was climbing a vertical wall with the photo rotated the wrong way, hell, that's what I thought too, but Gene doesn't get things wrong. Gene takes care of her shit.

Jupiter Krankheit

I'm sick. I've been sick for three days now. I think I am going to die soon, so to all my friends, I wish I had taken my short time on this earth to say I love you.

But I didn't, so you will probably remember me as that asshole who didn't express his true feelings. But an asshole who could climb. I was at the Jupiter Boulders yesterday, nestled in a canyon near Palm Springs just past a shooting range. I enjoy being out in nature like this, with all the beautiful colors. One of these shells just doesn't belong here, one of these shells just isn't the same. Jake, Shira, and Jesse accompanied me there, and we fit all four of us and two crash pads (one is a mondo) in my Nissan Sentra, rocking out to ODB (god rest). I was sick so I climbed like shit, but Ian and I worked on an FA for a while before my body gave out.

Today I ordered a bagel and egg sandwich on a whole-wheat bagel (I know, what a hippy). The ignoramus behind the counter didn't give me the whole-wheat oat bagel, but instead the whole-wheat raisin bagel. Raisins and egg. Did you hear that? Raisins and egg. Disgusting.