You’re Catch-22!

by Joseph Heller

Incredibly witty and funny, you have a taste for irony in all that you see. It seems that life has put you in perpetually untenable situations, and your sense of humor is all that gets you through them. These experiences have also made you an ardent pacifist, though you present your message with tongue sewn into cheek. You could coin a phrase that replaces the word “paradox” for millions of people.

Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.

I’ve been rock-climbing (indoors, at a rock gym) every week since mid-September. That’s going on five months now, and it’s been a huge part of my physical fitness “makeover.” In terms of keeping me interested and challenged, it’s great, and it is hard work. However, I’ve progressed moderately well for someone who goes only once a week, is missing three bones in her left wrist and wasn’t ever Miss Athletic to begin with.

So today was a pretty OK climbing day. I didn’t conquer anything super difficult, but I tried some climbs that were a bit more technical and different from what I’ve done thus far (thusly was I informed by my friend who invited me to join this crazy world’o'climbing). I kept trying, rather doggedly, thinking that there had to be something I was overlooking or missing that was making them more difficult.

Nope. They were just difficult for me. My hands got tired. And that’s OK. End result?
I have some markings. Something to show for my efforts. Perhaps even a sort of tribal initiation sign.

I’ve got me some raw hands.

It’s hard to take a steady photo of your right hand when you’re right-handed. The left hand is not as adept at keeping a camera still. However, you can still see the shiny new blister on my pinky finger, the pink spots on my palms and fingers where callouses have been building for several moons (and soreness persists), and the bit of abraded skin on my index finger. There’s lots more excitement under that Band-Aid and on my other hand, but why give it all away?

Just don’t let anyone say I don’t give a 110% when I set out to conquer something!

Even if I don’t quite get there by the end of one attempt, there’s always next time.

This is day three of waking up early (sans alarm) despite having gone to bed at a relatively late hour. What’s most annoying is the inability to fall back asleep.

What did I do yesterday when I couldn’t get back to sleep? I broke. I joined Facebook, despite my earlier rant against social networking. Why? Well, since I work as a marketer, it’s good to have actual familiarity with the newfangled whozamawuzzits out there that all the crazy kids are using. And a couple of good friends sort of talked me into it—without knowing they did —separately from one another. Anyway, I figure I can put as much or as little effort into it as I see fit, and there’s always the deletion option.

Now I’m going to edit the post I started last night but got too sleepy to finish.

If this was a test, I’d have gotten a B. And that’s on being able to distinguish quotes from “existential philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, uber-politician Bill Clinton, Jedi master Yoda and Radiohead frontman/lyricist Thom Yorke.”

The one that tripped me up was “Success is not the measure of a man but a triumph over those who choose to hold him back.”