Social climber
Look! A climber's hand! (Actually, it doesn't really look like one, since it's not bleeding and still has nice nails... but it's dirty and the veins are popping out. For real.)
I went to the wall today for the first time since I thrashed my ankle there six months ago. Bryant and I had climbed Joshua Tree and Smith Rock over Christmas and summer break, respectively, but for whatever reason, I hadn't managed to make it to the wall.
Today I finally did, and I feel like a new person, which sounds clicheed, but in this case is absolutely true. A sore-armed new person, but a happy one nonetheless. 
I've even decided to forgive my neighbor's bike parking job, and have hit upon a much more workable solution. If my neighbor insists on parking his bike in my spot, I won't stop him, but I won't stop parking there, either. It will take a little work, but I'm pretty sure he can still get his bike out. And we'll see whether he decides to keep parking there.
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That is totally something I would do. Maybe they will understand and stop parking there.
the picture of the two bikes together killed me. the guy's going to come out tomorrow and wonder what kind of a nut you are.
Actually, they were out there partying last night (they seem to have rigged a light so that they could play beanbags until midnight or so), so I guess all of his friends saw it, too. I don't think it's malicious, just a subtle (or not-so-subtle) hint. He can get his bike out, so I'm not worried about it. (And they already think I'm a nut... grad school??)
I love bean bags.
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