Straightforward french stakes or pales kept in mind to write this leaf. That is what i with these dark marks here forseek.
At the eleven clumb he down from the sleeping four foot fo’c’sle—it sails nightly through the stormy seas on his bedroom floor. The winds were calm then—though—for the sails lay in a crumpled mass in the corner. Sleep came not. The sun rose too early for the weary wayfarer.
To clean where it is unclean—a college dormitory bathroom.
Thereafter i sat at my desk and looked at what i wanted to do that day. First thing was to go to a paid psychology experiment.
I had previously found an online mailing list for paid experiments through the university’s job posting list. An email is sent to you when an experiment for which you can sign up is about to be held. So one that would finally work for my schedule had arrived and i had signed up.
The woman who took my name down when i got to the testing station (a conference room in a university building) had an interesting accent. It sounded as if she did not natively speak english, and had learnt (learned) english in Wales or Scottland. She pronounced what would normally be the voiceless glottal fricative [h] much deeper in the throat, similar to voiceless velar fricative (Bach and loch, but not ich).
We were all given a number and then led into a room with computer stations. There were walls up at each station preventing one from seeing the other volunteers for the experiment.
The concept was a game of negotiation—the object to gain the most points, which correlated to getting more money when the experiment ends. It reminded me of the movie El método, where a group of interviewees for a job are all in a room together, guided by a computer, which eliminates candidates therefor through psychological games played out on them. Very interesting film and i would like to discuss it more, but with others, so please watch it if you can.
I ended up earning a bit over twenty dollars therethrough. That was pretty exciting.
I walked back to my bike and found a flyer for a bike race coming up in my spokes—how exciting! What was special about it for me was that my bike was picked out among all the others; but of course, it is like the others that will be used in the race: fixed gear. Now i’m really part of the club.
I rode back to the dining hall and ate a bit with Wesley. From there i packed my stuff for hiking the Papago Buttes. I had heard out about them from the desk clerk at the dorm. I had almost discovered them myself the same morning that she told me about them. I had ridden the northest i had ever ridden—into where the desert starts to return. Had i gone a bit further i would have seen them.
The ride there was pretty good. Though the bike lane disappeared for a bit, unfortunately. Forced to ride at the edge of the car lanes.
Off of the road there was a paved path that led up to the trailheads that flow down from the wind shaped hills. Giant hill is a very good way to describe them, actually.
I changed into my Vibram FiveFingers and locked up my bike—ready to hike to the top. Oh, look at that product placement! But really, they are the best shoes i own. I know of many ways i would improve them, but they were a very good investment.
I arbitrarily chose a trail and started to work my way up. Eventually i got as high as the newbie (noob) trails would take me. There before me, though, were some rock faces that looked daunting, but scalable.
I decided to attempt it, but quickly found out it was much more vertical than i estimated, much harder than i anticipated. How would i get down? thought i. But the fun in it comes from the fear, right? Yes, but the fun quickly dies when their is mortal danger.
I made it to the top in time for the sunset, and happened to be climbing down in time for another hiker to snap a picture of me.
He captioned it “the climber at papago butte looked stranded but i guess he wasn’t”. I really was, only i found a way down anyway.
He also took some pictures of the sunset. Thanks dude.
It was a pretty exciting day.
