evening's on the ground again
Jan. 15th, 2009 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbClimbing. Excellent night.
I sent the yellows and the oranges (4, 5) to warm up. Gave a decent attempt at a technique-heavy red 6a(i), and got two-thirds of the way up; attempted - and fell off of - a blue, a yellow, and a black 6a, although the black was at least a decent attempt. Sent the blue 5+/6a a bit more easily and cleanly than before, and sent the grey 5/6a completely clean for the first time ever. By the time I got to the red 6a(ii) on the overhang/roof, I was too tired to manage the layback up and around the corner. Usually that's simple. Finished up on the green 4, for warm down.
Two more 10-second bent-arm hangs, too.
And there were good people there.
My arms and shoulders and fingers, now, though... ouch.
Climbing nearly made up for a shitty day, overall.
There were some infelicities in the morning. And then during our history class, we were subjected for ten minutes to an experiment/survey from the computer science department, in which we had to watch three computer-animated short clips and respond on a form. (They are doing design research with some US university. Don't ask me who.)
The short clips involved a man and a woman. The content of each was an argument in a kitchen. Different arguments.
It was, it played, so thoughtlessly into sexist and anti-women stereotypes it literally made me feel ill with anger. I mean, how hard is it to think before you make something that pushes a number of unpleasant buttons (at least for me) and, you know, at least freaking tone it down? (I counted woman-as-nag, woman-as-money-grubbing, and woman-as-controlling before I had to turn my brain off and count freaking pixels before I blew up at the woman conducting the research.)
And afterwards, one of the lads from the class was in the corridor making a joke of it. About the female animated character, I mean, saying "stupid bitch" this and "stupid bitch" that. And he thought it was funny.
And I had to walk away before I did something that would get me arrested.
One day, I think, I really am going to lose my temper in a like situation. (This is one of the reasons I don't drink anything much, or anything strong, ever. I do not trust myself when my full reason is not in the driver's seat. I do not trust myself at all.)
And that would probably be bad.
I sent the yellows and the oranges (4, 5) to warm up. Gave a decent attempt at a technique-heavy red 6a(i), and got two-thirds of the way up; attempted - and fell off of - a blue, a yellow, and a black 6a, although the black was at least a decent attempt. Sent the blue 5+/6a a bit more easily and cleanly than before, and sent the grey 5/6a completely clean for the first time ever. By the time I got to the red 6a(ii) on the overhang/roof, I was too tired to manage the layback up and around the corner. Usually that's simple. Finished up on the green 4, for warm down.
Two more 10-second bent-arm hangs, too.
And there were good people there.
My arms and shoulders and fingers, now, though... ouch.
Climbing nearly made up for a shitty day, overall.
There were some infelicities in the morning. And then during our history class, we were subjected for ten minutes to an experiment/survey from the computer science department, in which we had to watch three computer-animated short clips and respond on a form. (They are doing design research with some US university. Don't ask me who.)
The short clips involved a man and a woman. The content of each was an argument in a kitchen. Different arguments.
It was, it played, so thoughtlessly into sexist and anti-women stereotypes it literally made me feel ill with anger. I mean, how hard is it to think before you make something that pushes a number of unpleasant buttons (at least for me) and, you know, at least freaking tone it down? (I counted woman-as-nag, woman-as-money-grubbing, and woman-as-controlling before I had to turn my brain off and count freaking pixels before I blew up at the woman conducting the research.)
And afterwards, one of the lads from the class was in the corridor making a joke of it. About the female animated character, I mean, saying "stupid bitch" this and "stupid bitch" that. And he thought it was funny.
And I had to walk away before I did something that would get me arrested.
One day, I think, I really am going to lose my temper in a like situation. (This is one of the reasons I don't drink anything much, or anything strong, ever. I do not trust myself when my full reason is not in the driver's seat. I do not trust myself at all.)
And that would probably be bad.
