Climbing gyms

Yesterday I used the online climbing gym search tool to find gyms with climbing walls near me. One was quite near-- there's a gym in Mt View mere minutes away from my workplace. I went to visit it yesterday evening on my way home, hoping it would nifty and joinable. It's practically on my bike commute route. But alas, I didn't like it. There was nobody at the front desk to talk to me. The climbing walls were not extensive. It was mostly aimed at kids, which is just fine if you're a kid. I'm not. So I passed.

Next I go to check out a place in Santa Clara that has way more square feet of climbing walls. I hope this works out. It's much less convenient, but a branch in Redwood City would be nice. I just want to take a beginner class. That'll give me enough information to tell whether I'll get into the sport or not. I long to scramble up a rockface again, though. I used to do it all the time as a kid in various life-threatening local spots. Thoughtlessly, of course. What, me fall?

At lunch today Timo and I read a Palo Alto Daily News article on the Palo Alto High School graduation ceremony. Palo Alto High, class of '98. Those kids were born in 1980, mostly. They were born the year I was a high school sophomore. (I was class of '83.) "You're old," said Timo. "You're old too," I said.

I handed a draft of my review to Sloo today, electronically. We'll see what he does with it.

Lots of people got yesterday's JW joke. I will explain it briefly for all the people lucky enough not to know JW jargon. "New Light" is JW-speak for "we just changed our doctrine." Here's an example:

Old version: Armageddon will come while the generation of people who saw World War I are still alive.
"New Light": Nobody knows the day or the hour. Forget we ever mentioned the generation that saw World War I.

I spent the evening adding ink to a watercolor drawing I'd done for my current project. I botched one piece of it. Not drastically, but the drawing is not what I'd want and I can't erase it. Sigh.