There were 5 bikes and 3 were broken. The 2 that worked were the reclined ones and I really dislike them. And the whole reason I went was for the bikes because I’m doing a 26 mile bikeride in 2 weeks and I need to get ready but those kind of bikrd arent my jam.
Bike- 3.5 miles in 15 minutes
Leg press- 70lbs 3x20
Hamstring curl- 50lbs 2x15
Listening to Prince on cassette teaches you a lot of important things. How many of us used to save up to buy a $40 Sony Walkman so we could ride our bikes around the neighborhood jamming to Sign O the Times? How many would save up allowance money to go straight to one of many music retailers to buy a cassette, and then beg mom and dad to play that tape in the car? That was me through and through: a kid who just appreciated knowing the minutiae of my favorite albums, reading every credit on the fold-out inserts, reading the thank-you notes over and over again, knowing every role from songwriter to executive producer.
Listening to Prince on cassette, or vinyl for that matter, teaches you about the importance of how the ending song on the A side transitioned over to the starting song on the B side. Cassettes are more compact and portable than LP, but the musical experience is comparable.
Listening to Prince on tape — where skipping around is more complicated than clicking a track or lifting a needle — encourages you to appreciate Prince’s visions for his albums as split but cohesive experiences. Consider Purple Rain:the lust-laden, dramatic powerhouse ballad stylings of “Darling Nikki,” with its whimsical and haunting conclusion, lead to the primal and cold groove of one of Prince’s most iconic jams, “When Doves Cry.” Listening to Purple Rain as a unit is a lesson in the makings of a classic: how “Let’s Go Crazy” and “Take Me With You” went tit-for-tat in matching the energy and intensity of the one-two combo of “When Doves Cry” and “I Would Die 4 U.”
The A side of 1999, to consider another example, may fare better against the B side as a whole. The powerhouse trio that set off the A side with songs like “1999,” “Little Red Corvette,” and “Delirious,” almost would make that discussion no contest. Still, Prince created 1999 as an entire album, not just an A-side, and when you listen to the album on tape, you appreciate the importance of the transition from the end of side A to the opening of side B: the way the hypnotic and infectious synth line of “D.M.S.R” gives way to the B side’s nine-minute jam on “Automatic” is marvelous. Listening to it on cassette makes you appreciate that lengthy wait, in hopes of a great payoff.
There are plenty of other examples: how the A side of Parade: Under the Cherry Moon closed with the two-minute instrumental coda of “Venus De Milo,” and how that gave way to the B side’s introductory “Mountains.” Then there’s the way Around the World In a Day messes with your mind by closing out with “Tamborine”, making way for the many false vinyl starts of “America” — or how on Sign O The Times, the mid-tempo jam of “Forever In My Life” helped usher in the infectious “U Got the Look.”
The experience of listening to Prince on cassette taught a lot of people patience and the importance of tangibility in music, before digital listening took over.
Hufflepuff: playful laughter, the warm sun beating down on your face as you look to the sky, cloud watching, letting a handful of soft sand sift between your fingers, the smell of bread baking, handfuls of colorful flowers, long and tangled hair, a shy smile, warm woolen mittens, the feeling of a forgotten word slowly coming back to you, daydreaming, chasing butterflies, a basket of clean laundry, tall grass rustling in the breeze, the smack of flip-flops on pavement, cuddling in a nest of blankets, blank paper, chirping birds at sunrise, spinning in circles until you feel dizzy, bright yellow umbrellas, a lullaby, a small footpath wending through the forest, the shine of lip gloss, bendable straws, the creak of old wood, holding hands on the first date, gentle kisses, telling the truth, ripping a piece of gum in half, the clack of marbles, scribbling hearts in a notebook, afternoon tea, sweat cooling on your brow, lit candles, sliding your tongue across the inside of your cheek, popping the last bit of candy into your mouth, mismatched socks, uncomfortably long hugs, little shoes lined up in a row, scuffed sneakers, untying the bow on a present, a partially visible rainbow, a rose-colored blush, and a patchwork quilt sent from home.
Slytherin: life in the big city, the numbness of diving into the ocean, blood-red lipstick, black lace, a half moon at midnight, the tingling scent of pine needles, black and white photographs, nails tapping on the desk, a symphony of crickets, the edge of a blade, ornate mirrors, empty rooms, jewel-toned ballgowns, the flash of lightning during a rainstorm, loose change, seeing your breath on a cold day, a strong hand upon your shoulder, family heirlooms, a bottle of alcohol, brushing the dark velvet stage curtain before the show begins, the fluid stroke of a paintbrush, 3 am, touching cold marble, dancing shadows, a pair of dice, closed doors, effortlessly brushing through silky hair, a thin layer of frost, perfect handwriting, twinkling stars above your head, spilled ink, silence, dark chocolate, hitting the bulls-eye on a dartboard, mahogany tables, a wax seal, the Cheshire Cat’s grin, slippery fish scales, unsolved mysteries, tracing a name with your finger, hooded cloaks, what you hear but cannot see, stiletto heels, the sweet satisfaction of a lie, eyes adjusting to darkness, blackberries, ear piercings, and the dull whisper of secrets.
Ravenclaw: swaying branches of a willow tree, old parchment, cathedrals with stained glass windows, ticking clocks, the slender tip of a pencil, a game of chess, a coffee mug filled to the brim, abandoned buildings, the final math problem of the exam, tightly woven braids, a full calendar, the hum of a computer, steampunk decor, written correspondence, glue dried upon your fingers, a sigh of content, motionless rocking chairs on a porch, fingers caressing bare skin, a mass of sticky notes, rusty springs, putting on a new record, the sound of a doorknob turning, sewing needles, speaking a poem aloud, witty banter, a pile of antiques, elaborately spun cobwebs, waking up before the alarm goes off, eating sushi with chopsticks, unspoken words, undoing the clasp of a necklace, a telescope, bent paperclips, a pair of glasses folded neatly, half-completed crosswords, saying the right thing at the right time, calligraphy, cats scratching at the windowpane, overcoming a rival, shortbread cookies, maple syrup, extra buttons, arms wrapped around a textbook, white chalk, skipping stones across a quiet lake, puzzle pieces fitting into place, incense, and the orchestral vibration of string instruments playing in unison.
Gryffindor: the bustle of a lively marketplace, skydiving, riding a roller coaster, the crackle of a campfire, singing off-key, a gilded throne, finding a lucky penny, swing jazz concerts, the moment before you break into a sprint, the crisp autumn air burning in your lungs, requited love, screaming until your throat hurts, the height of a raging party, making a bet, open windows, crossing the finish line, the climax of a novel, a rush of adrenaline, pricking your finger on a thorn, cherry pie topped with whipped cream, passionate staring contests, stepping inside a new home for the first time, speeding trains, blindfolds, hanging upside down from a tree branch, heat pouring from an oven, brick walls, riding your bike downhill, traffic jams, hot buttered popcorn, carrying a friend on your back, cracking knuckles, saying the first thing that comes to mind, glowing with happiness, static electricity, the feeling of Christmas Eve, horror movie marathons, chasing frogs in the backyard, tattoos, fairy tales, standing on the roof, pulling an all-nighter, the sting of a high-five, a pair of scissors, and the deafening blast of fireworks.
On September 22, 2014 some Latvians celebrated World Car-Free Day by building car-size cages around their bikes to make the point that cars take up lots more room on the roads, and that each cyclist helps reduce traffic by exactly that much. Space is more of an issue in Europe, and these caged bikes at the first sight looks like a “protection.” It takes several cognitive steps to connect bike+cage=car/replace car with bike = fewer traffic jams. Overall it was a powerful statement about the vulnerability of cyclists on roads, and a statement that bikes are vehicles too.
now we managed to cast almost all of Jensen’s main characters including variations of Dean, who we still miss (AND THAT’S SO TRAGIC) is Alec McDowell (or Ben). Now someone said it would be difficult to find some clothing for Alec (x5-494, or Simon Lehane), so I thought I’d put together some suggestions.
SPECIAL EXTRA TIDPIT: I brought an extra Jensen photo op-ticket so you would be on the save side
my No 1 argument why you should really go for Alec: THAT HAIR
1) or how about x5-494, later known as Alec, posing as Simon Lehane
2) or x5-494 in soldier style? (army boots tho)
3) or how about the casual I-just-run-away-from-manticore look
4) jam pony bike messenger Alec
5) orrrrrrr my favorite and I really think it’s a great and easy style: CAT BUGLAR ALEC
come on people you know you want to cosplay my most fav Jensen character puhhhhleaaaasee!
Also even if you don’t could you please reblog and cross post
contact: on here or @fissemaddenzchn
any questions? don’t hesitate just ask
love y’all, stay awesome
PS: If you want CJ that one is still available too
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