I was working on game theory at my department last night and after walking out I noticed something odd about my bike. Some bastards decided that they were going to permanently borrow my rear wheel. I guess I should be glad that they didn't take the frame, but I shouldn't have to be glad that they didn't rob me blind like the low life scum that they are. There is little resell value in rear bike wheels in Tucson, thus I see little incentive to take it for money. So I think the Jewel lyrics are appropriate: Who will save your soul if you won't save your own.

-Trevor