A WEEK AND A HALF AGO

binch last night i wrote a 1200 word essay in an hour, wrote 2 pages of fiction for my class this morning, and i just finished a 90 second dramatic monologue in half an hour all of this was assigned over a week ago get on my level

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Augusta race report. Just a few weeks late. Excuse any spelling errors I wrote this a while ago and just don’t feel like rehashing it right now.

So let’s just start this by saying this was not my race and I am overall just unhappy with my time and ability. I was not a fan of the bike course, but more on that later. Not a fan of how the swim started either. Needless to say if this had been my first 70.3 I would never do another one cause that is how much I suffered and hated this race. Now granted part of this was partly because I trained less and more sporadically for this than I did Chattanooga. But race support was not as good here as in choo and that also played a big part.

Now to the race report. Now the weather was predicted to be in the 90s that day. So it was gonna be a hot day. Also I had the most horrific Porto-potty experience before the swim where I almost vomited all over myself. It was scarring.

Swim: 33:41 minutes 1:37/100y pace
This swim was all down stream. No wet suits since the water was 77 that morning. The worst part of the swim was having to wait TWO HOURS to get into the water after the first swimmers entered. This meant we didn’t even start the swim until 9:23 am. I think knowing that I would be the last T3 member to cross the finish line messed with my head and confidence. Nothing too exciting about the swim though. The excitement coming out of the water wasn’t nearly as energetic as it was in Chattanooga, but maybe that was because I was in the last group out of the water. Slower than Choo, but only because we didn’t t do the full swim in choo.

T1: 5:26
Long ass run to get to the bike. Literally no bikes left in transition. Made finding the bike easier, but still really disheartening. Got my shit on and headed out. Faster T1 than choo though.

Bike: 3:42:08 15.15mph
Slower than choo, but also hillier and hotter and the roads were shit in Augusta. I was good until probably 10-15 miles in and the roads got bumpy and never stopped and it really messed with me. My speed went way down and I was getting hot. I have never wanted off my bike so much in my life. I was so uncomfortable. Hands fell asleep, feet fell asleep, back hurt, and my ass and lady bits were suffering with all the bumps. I lost my last water bottle about 5-10 miles from the finished as it went flying off my bike going over another fucking bump going down a hill. So I had no more water the last 15 minutes of my ride and I needed it. I seriously have never looked forward to a run so much in my life as I did when I got off the bike. This ride stole any and all confidence I had and I knew I wasn’t even gonna be close to finishing near the time I wanted.

T2:
Just so happy to be off the bike. Got my shoes changed and stopped at the portapotty and felt like I needed to pee but didn’t, which told me I was not nearly hydrated enough. I had 3 and ½ bottles of water and felt thirsty. So yea. Off I went to shuffle through the run.

Run: 3:09 pace 14:21/mile
Long run out of transition and onto the course. I felt ok for the first like 5 miles. I met up with a T3 member around the first ½ mile. He was in rough way and on his second loop. I kept him going for probably another 3 miles as I shuffled along myself. He let me go on and I continued on with my shuffle shuffle walk pace. I thought I was moving faster than I was in choo, I was not after I looked at my pace after. Oh well. The aid stations were father apart and it was just too hot for that. I couldn’t really fathom keeping anything down. I took multiple waters and gatorades at each stop. Most of the waters were warm. One stop ran out of sponges and ice by the time I came by and he girls seemed to have an attitude, which was not appreciated. I really wanted to take in more base salts but since the stops were over a mile from each other I couldn’t take in salt without needing water. I tried to pee at one spot and felt like I needed to but couldn’t. I had one gel and a payday bar and it was hard to get it down with the lack of water. I should have just brought my water belt and carried my own, but choo was so good I assumed it would be the same so I didn’t want to carry my belt along for no reason. That was a mistake. Luckily there was a decent amount of shade on the run course so that helped a lot. If it hadn’t been I would have been way slower. I realized that I wasn’t gonna be close to coming in under 7 hours with the added 12 minutes to the swim and another 12 more for the bike that I didn’t have in choo. So I tried to not die and just keep going. My shoes were soaking wet and for some reason my insoles in my shoes slipped up and halfway over my feet. I stopped to fix this but it continued to happen so I left them. I got a bad blister on my left foot, which made it hard to keep running. So I hobbled and ran as much as I could to the finish in the last 3 miles. I walked all of mile 10. Then it felt like the finish would never come. You looped around and made like 3-4 right hand turns and finally found the finish shoot. I was so happy to be done, but didn’t cry this time. I was really disappointed in my performance, but just happy I dug in and finished the race.

Overall I would have to say his was a shitty, hot race and it’s my own fault. I didn’t train enough. Made too many excuses. Ate like crap and never cleaned up my diet like I needed to. Everyone else seemed to PR here and love the race. I vowed to never go back to Augusta again. More so because if he bike course and poor run course support compared to choo. The transition area was so far from the finish it was a pain. We had to drive to go get our bike and translation stuff. Had this been my first half I would probably never do a long distance again. Luckily I had a much better experience in Chattanooga and I would 100% go back to Chattanooga and am even considering it.

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

“RED CARD FOR AINO FOR ALSO VIOLATING THE NO MEMES IN THE HOUSE RULE”

she was GETTING THERE she was going to do a bit involving “bi the way…” (or possibly “gettin’ bi with a little help from a friend” either way it would have been a BRILLIANT PUN THAT DEFINITELY NO ONE HAS EVER THOUGHT OF BEFORE)

It was odd, really, seeing that it had been a Death Eater in disguise who had first told Harry he would make a good Auror, but somehow the idea had taken hold of him, and he couldn’t really think of anything else he would like to be. Moreover, it had seemed the right destiny for him since he had heard the prophecy a few weeks ago… Neither can live while the other survives… Wouldn’t he be living up to the prophecy, and giving himself the best chance of survival, if he joined those highly trained wizards whose job it was to find and kill Voldemort? | Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

On Oak’s Forced Leave

Hi friends. I know we’re all super pissed about Oak being asked to leave Great Comet to make room for Mandy Patinkin (I am too. Like I was looking forward to seeing him for months, and now I can’t) but I’m seeing a lot of posts on here that include some info that is just wrong, and wanted to clarify them. So here.

1.) Oak being dismissed had nothing to do with race. Let me explain, because I know that it 100% looks like it does, but it really doesn’t. Oak, while having a lot of fans in the Broadway community, is a total unknown outside of it. Mandy Patinkin is famous in film, television, and theatre (I mean, he was Inigo Montoya). While they are replacing a black actor with a white actor, that’s immaterial. What they’re really doing is replacing someone who won’t sell tickets (at least, extra tickets) with a celebrity who will (at premium prices). Is that better? Not really. But it’s an important distinction that a lot of people haven’t been making. 

2.) He did not have “a week and a half” to sell tickets. I keep seeing this point, and it’s confused me greatly. Oak has been announced to take over Pierre since February. That was about five months ago. Any pre-sale that was going to happen would’ve already happened by now, and obviously same day sales weren’t good. They were expecting Oak to be a draw, but he wasn’t. Not Oak’s fault, but it’s just a fact. 

3.) They’re not blaming Oak for not selling tickets. A continuation of the second point, no one is putting the success of the show on Oak’s shoulders (if anything, they’re putting it on Ingrid’s). However, they found someone who could make the show more successful, and he happens to be taking over Oak’s role. This does not mean that Oak was unsatisfactory in any way, shape, or form, and no one is trying to imply that. 

4.) This is not the first time Great Comet has done this. Brittain Ashford was asked to go on vacation to make room for Ingrid Michaelson, for the exact same reason that Oak is ending his run early, and no one batted an eyelash. The only difference is that Brittain is coming back when Ingrid leaves, while most people in the business are pretty sure they have another celebrity lined up for Pierre, hence Mandy only performing for three weeks. 

5.) He’s still getting paid. Just like Brittain, Oak is going to be fully compensated for the time he’s off. That doesn’t make things better, but please don’t think they’re just throwing him out on the street or something.  

6.) What About Denée, Amber, Nick, Blaine, Azudi, Shoba, Paul, Summaya, Lulu, Andrew, Brandt, and Heath? If you’re wondering who those people are, they’re the other PoC in the cast of Great Comet, which has won multiple awards for its commitment to diversity this season. To further break those numbers down: four of them (Denée, Amber, Nick, and Paul) are in lead/supporting roles (out of a total of ten), one of which, Natasha, is the absolute archetype of “white Russian princess.” Not to mention that one of Natasha’s understudies, Shoba Narayan, is literally the only actress of Indian descent (that I know of) on Broadway right now. The Comet team has gone to great lengths to make their show as diverse as possible (they literally have their swings learn both “male” and “female” roles, and you can see same-sex couples at multiple points during the show, and it has a largely female creative team), and frankly it’s a little bit insulting to see people acting like Great Comet only casts PoC “when it’s convenient for them.” 

7.) It was not Dave Malloy, Mandy Patinkin, or Rachel Chavkin’s fault this happened. I’ve seen people attacking Dave and Rachel for allowing Oak to be replaced, and Mandy himself for replacing him. Not okay. If you want to blame anyone, blame the producers. Dave and Rachel have literally no say beyond: “Yeah. We’d love Mandy to be in it. Not sure when, though.” and Mandy just gave them the times he was free between shooting the next season of Homeland, and it happened to be the last three weeks of Oak’s run. 

8.) This is all about making money. Broadway shows aren’t cheap to run in general, but a show like Comet is an absolute beast. 30+ cast members, a huge band, a giant crew, etc. Their weekly running costs are probably somewhere in the range of 700k-800k a week. Since Josh left, they’ve been making ~900k a week, which is fine, if they want to be in debt for the next ten years. Comet had a huge amount of money put into it, and the people running it are definitely feeling pressure from investors to pay it back. This means they have to stick a celeb in every once in a while. 

9.) I still don’t think it’s okay. This all being said, I think it was an absolutely shitty move on the producers’ part (they could’ve handled it a lot better) and am livid. (Though, I do have to admit I love Mandy Patinkin. I just wish he came at a different time.)  But while I’m angry, I think it’s important not to make this into something it’s not. 

Okay. That’s all. 

anonymous asked:

wait what happened to oak hows he been treated

oak joined the cast of the great comet 2 weeks ago, and today it was announced that his run in the show - which was already very limited -  was being cut in half so that mandy patinkin, an established white actor on broadway, could replace him. to “boost ticket sales.” so, instead of being in the great comet for about 2 months or so like originally planned, his time in the show was reduced to almost exactly one month.

rafael casal, one of oak’s friends, started going on a twitter rant about how they basically used oak’s fame from hamilton to hype themselves up more. in addition, he made points about how oak learned two instruments for the role of pierre, was in multiple musicals and tv shows, and was unanimously critically acclaimed by pierre, only for his time in the show to be cut in half after he had only been there for two weeks.

when the great comet producers published a statement saying that oak “agreed” to ‘make room’ for mandy patinkin, rafael replied by saying that it’s meant to sound like oak stepping down was voluntary, which, according to him, it wasn’t. (this somewhat implies that if oak hadn’t agreed to ‘make room’ for mandy, then he would have been fired.)

he also brought to light the fact that oak’s start date getting pushed back was not due to him needing more time to rehearse, which was previously thought by most people. and, in addition to rafael, many other actors - including ariana debose and cynthia erivo - began to express their opinions about what had happened after rafael’s initial rant as well.

rafael also started the hashtag #makeroomforoak, which is taken from the great comet producers saying that oak agreed to “make room” for mandy to take over as pierre. right now it’s being used for people to talk about their appreciation for oak, as well as bringing to light that people need to ‘make room’ for oak and other actors of color, instead of them having to ‘make room’ for white people.

tl;dr: oak deserves better and rafael casal continues to be the only relevant white man in existence

Solar System: Things to Know This Week

Go for Venus! Fifty-five years ago this week, Mariner 2, the first fully successful mission to explore another planet launched from Cape Canaveral in Florida. Here are 10 things to know about Mariner 2.

1. Interplanetary Cruise 

On August 27, 1962, Mariner 2 launched on a three and a half month journey to Venus. The little spacecraft flew within 22,000 miles (about 35,000 kilometers) of the planet. 

2. Quick Study 

Mariner 2’s scan of Venus lasted only 42 minutes. And, like most of our visits to new places, the mission rewrote the books on what we know about Earth’s sister planet.

3. Hot Planet 

The spacecraft showed that surface temperature on Venus was hot enough to melt lead: at least 797 degrees Fahrenheit (425 degrees Celsius) on both the day and night sides.

4. Continuous Clouds 

The clouds that make Venus shine so bright in Earth’s skies are dozens of miles thick and permanent. It’s always cloudy on Venus, and the thick clouds trap heat - contributing to a runaway “greenhouse effect.”

5. Night Light 

Those clouds are why Venus shines so brightly in Earth’s night sky. The clouds reflect and scatter sunlight, making Venus second only to our Moon in celestial brightness.

6. Under Pressure 

Venus’ clouds also create crushing pressure. Mariner 2’s scan revealed pressure on the surface of Venus is equal to pressure thousands of feet under Earth’s deepest oceans.

7. Slow Turn 

Mariner 2 found Venus rotates very slowly, and in the opposite direction of most planets in our solar system.

8. Space Travel Is Tough 

Mariner 2 was a remarkable accomplishment, considering that in 1962 engineers were still in the very early stages of figuring out how operate spacecraft beyond Earth orbit. The first five interplanetary missions launched - by the U.S. and Soviet Union, the only two spacefaring nations at the time - were unsuccessful.

9. Not Ready for Its Close Up 

Mariner 2 carried no cameras. The first close-up pictures of Venus came from NASA’s Mariner 10 in 1974.  

10. Hot Shot 

The first (and still incredibly rare) photo of the surface of Venus was taken by the Soviet Venera 9 lander, which survived for a little more than a minute under the crushing pressure and intense heat on the ground.

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Bygones of the Sun | 06 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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The Incredibly Moronic Prat Who Lived

Harry frowned when he looked down at the counter and was faced with his own biography, Harry Potter, The Incredibly Heroic Boy Who Lived (Twice!). When he accepted the job at Flourish and Blotts he never considered that he might have to sell books that were written about himself. Harry’s frown turned into a grimace when he realized that the customer buying this book would probably be starstruck when they realized that the one and only Harry Potter was standing on the other side of the counter.

But when Harry looked up to see the customer, he was the one who was starstruck. Because standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Unbearably attractive, adorably flustered Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco said, shocked.

Harry was too busy staring at the blond, memorizing every perfect detail of his face, to respond. He hadn’t seen Draco since his trial two years ago, and the last he heard Draco was in France studying to be a Healer. France has been good for Draco, Harry thought as he admired Draco’s no longer skinny, but fit body. Draco was also silently appreciating Harry’s appearance, but the blond had been taught that it was impolite to stare, so he broke the silence by clearing his throat. Harry’s eyes immediately flew to Draco’s face.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice hoarse. “How have you been?”

“Spectacular as always,” Draco answered dryly. “And you?”

“I’ve been…” Harry searched for a casual way to say completely lost. “Fine.”

Draco nodded. Both boys seemed at a loss for words and Harry looked back down at the book on the counter. The book about him. That Draco was buying, for some reason.

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