Tree struck by lightning caused the bark to explode, effectively stripping the tree
nothing gets me hotter than a good old strip treese
I spent the last few days whisking back and forth through these tunnels. I love the consistency of the DC metro station design.
First trailer for Arrested Development - Season 4!
I’m used to a car with some “stares.”
This was such an amazing moment and why I love NCAA gymnastics.
This was event finals last weekend after Florida (GO GATORS!) took the Super Six team final the day before. Danusia has been a rock as the UCLA beam anchor this year and deservedly made finals. In NCAA, the gymnasts put such an emphasis on team finals that the event finals are just a fun day to throw cool skills.
When we saw Nush first pull this skill out in warmups, the whole audience and other competitors cheered. I don’t think she hit one like that in warmups. She fell on more than half she attempted and had giant wobbles on the others. She stayed on the podium far longer than her competitors, trying to perfect it. I love that she still went for it and I love that she hit it cold and I love the huge smile that came on her face when she hit.
Everyone - fans, those on her team, those on other teams, and other coaches - was so bummed when she fell on a simple skill later in the routine. But Nush was cheerful and didn’t let the fall get to her.
I had such a blast at the championships. So sad that NCAA gymnastics is gone until January.
It’s kind of like Americans are a bunch of people on a flight to Disneyland and there’s this guy flying the plane and all of a sudden he starts freaking out and we are going down and down and he’s like “I can’t handle this!” and we’re about the crash into the ground but then this other guy is like, “Hey, maybe I could try driving for a while” and then we don’t crash…
…but the guy lands us in like Kansas or something and all the people get off the plane and are like “Man, what the fuck!? I thought we were going to disneyland!”
With graduation just a year away and no firm career plans or even any career desires (my vague interest in writing poetry didn’t qualify), the only game I knew how to play—scaling the American meritocratic mountain, not to gain wisdom but just because it was there—was, I feared, about to end.
Making money didn’t interest me. While my classmates streamed into on-campus interviews with Wall Street brokerage firms (becoming an “arbitrageur” was all the rage then, even among students who as juniors had vowed to spend their lives painting or composing), I cast about for another test to take, another contest to compete in. I needed medals, acceptance letters, status. To me, wealth and influence were trivial by-products of improving one’s statistical scores in the great generational tournament of worthiness. The score itself was the essential prize.
Rainy day workout!
hurricane Isaac edition
40 burpees? are u fuckin kidding me?
40 burpees is fucking cardio.
Okay tumblr. It’s 45 degrees out today. No more excuses to be fatty boom boom. So this popped up and I did it. Minus 30 burpees. Because 10 burpees is hard enough when just emerging from winter hibernation.