I’ve really learned from watching Cate work and getting close to her and the people she’s worked with. Fortunately, I never have to say anything about her because she’s so good. We’re very honest. I suppose that’s the thing you need to keep, don’t you? - Andrew Upton

Gymnastics Shorthand Guide: Vault

Hello and welcome to the first in a series of guides to gymnastics shorthand, also known as STC.  I’ll go in Olympic order, so starting with vault.  

As you know, there are 5 groups of vaults:

  • I: Handsprings with no salto
  • II: Handsprings with salto
  • III: Tsukaharas
  • IV: Yurchenkos
  • V: Round-off half-ons

There are only two basic ways you can get onto the vault: front handsprings, and round-off back handsprings.  This makes writing the first half of a vault very easy!

A few important things to note here: that upside-down Y shape is the symbol for a round-off, and is found across all apparatuses.  Best to remember it.  

Also, the squiggly vertical line denotes the number of twists (not rotations).  Two squiggles - so one backwards 3 shape - means one twist.  Three squiggles means 2, four means 3, and so on.  To make half twists, the next symbol should pass through the bottom squiggle, cutting it in half.  See how with the half twist, the arrow passes through the squiggle, but with the full, they’re directly connected?

Finally, where the twisting symbol comes in the sequence is actually important, because it tells you where it’s actually performed in the skill.  So in the round-off 1/1 on, you do the round-off first, the full twist in the back handspring, and then you hit the table.  Makes sense? This theme continues across all apparatuses, and is used to distinguish in-skills from out-skills.

Okay, so once our gymnast is on the table, she has to get off it again.  Let’s talk about repulsion without saltos (the flips are coming, I promise!).

It might look a bit complex, but don’t fear; it actually makes perfect sense.  That little . sign differentiates forward flight from backwards flight.  Again, this is true across all apparatuses.

The “v” sign means piked.  Unlike the other events, in vault, the default position is tucked.  If something is piked, you need to include the v.  We’ll get to straight (laid-out) in a moment.

Finally, take a look at how to add more twists.  Just add another squiggle, and, if necessary, put a line through it to cut it in half.

Congratulations, you can now write JO vaults.  But what about the real ones, with flips and fun? Here you go:

So, a front salto is an upside-down loop, and a back salto is a right-way up one.  I like to think of the back salto loop as looking kind of like a “b”, but honestly, I think that’s just wishful thinking.  You can add the loops together to make double or even triple saltos, a la Radivilov.

If your salto is piked, put that “v” symbol next to it.  Unlike with boring repulsion, Exciting Saltos have the “v” incorporated, like running writing.  With a straight vault i.e. most of them, make the line really long and straight.  This is actually convenient, because vaults like the Amanar have a fair few twists, and that long line makes room for them!

In all of the above examples, the twists have come last, because that’s how they’re performed.  Think about it as reading from left to right: the rotations start before the twists.  However, there are a rare few vaults where the twists come first.  Here’s an example: 

And believe it or not, you now know everything you need to, to write down every vault in the Code of Points! Just write down the relevant entry, then the relevant exit, as displayed above.

And now for some practice.  Give a couple of these a go.  Feel free to pause the videos or watch them in slo-mo, while you get the hang of it.

I think the other posts are going to come in instalments, FYI.  This is partly because I’m still learning myself, and partly because they’ll get wayyyy too long otherwise.

Happy STCing!

Scandinavian tales and creatures

Kraken is a giant monstrous beast that dwells in the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean. Known for its size and stormlike outbursts of rage, it will strike against any ship that crosses its path. With tentacles the size of tree trunks the Kraken will crush both wooden planks and the bones of man, and no survivors will be left in its wake.

mattykinsel  asked:

Niki Ashton's plan involves nationalization, which seems scary and risky to me. The private sector can do things more timely and efficiently because of the profit motive and I always grew up hearing how the government doesn't know how to run a business, leave business to the businesses and all of that stuff.That when nationalization happens, shit hits the fan etc. (Sorry for swearing.) I also live in Alberta, so the climate is adverse to it too. What do you and your followers think?thanks a ton!

This is a phenomenally bad opinion.

In this context if you’re arguing against nationalization, you’re arguing for more privatization which has been an unmitigated disaster in Canada and around the world. Its true that financial incentive can encourage companies to be competitive but these government branches that have been privatized are public utilities that are essential services. When you privatize infrastructure, companies will install tolls or raise ticket prices to continue making profit. When you privatize healthcare, care goes to those who can afford it, not to those who need it. I shouldn’t need to even go into why the US’s commercialization of medicine has been a moral and economic disaster. 

When these corporations are run by governments, the public is the #1 priority, not profit; as it should be. All Nationalization is, is buying back privatized companies that were once government run themselves. This is not a radical concept.

Let me cite some examples:

BC Ferries:

Thousands sign petition to return BC Ferries to BC Government

Rising B.C. ferry fares, service cuts an ‘economic’ disaster


‘Dangers are out there’: Highway of Tears researcher says STC closure puts more hitchhikers at risk

Indigenous woman says Sask. bus service shutdown will cost lives

STC closure a ‘complete outrage’: bus rider with rare brain cancer

Hydro One:

Ontario knew about strong opposition to privatizing Hydro One for more than a year, but did it anyway

Selling off Hydro One is Wynne’s biggest blunder as premier: Cohn

Critics of Hydro One privatization say Hamilton customers are already suffering

Port of Churchill:

Port of Churchill needs Trudeau government takeover, MP says

Residents rail against U.S. company as Port Churchill’s future is on the line

Omnitrax can’t afford to fix Churchill railway, says president


Liberal Flirtation With Privatizing Airports Sets Off Alarm Bells

Alberta strongly opposed to privatizing Canada’s airports, minister says

Without any mandate, Trudeau pushes privatization

YYC joins other Canadian airports with website warning of dangers of privatization

I could go on and on. Privatization is NOT THE ANSWER. We need nationalization now more than ever, and I applaud Niki Ashton’s campaign for being the only one trying to actually fight against Neoliberalism’s horrible practice of privatization and return public services back to the public.

Scandinavian tales and creatures

Källrån (watchers of springs) are spirits who reside by springs and wells deep in the forest. When in human shape they usually look like a young woman or girl, but they normally take the form of a frog. A large frog or toad close to a spring means it belongs to the rån and if someone drinks from it without asking for permission they will fall ill or suffer misfortune.


(this is, of course, from a much longer fic I wrote, edited very slightly so it could exist on its own. it was originally meant to be a one shot so I decided to post it on tumblr as one since it’s the origin of my favorite personal root and TM head canon. apologies if you have already read it…I’m working on new stuff I promise).

“How does it…she talk to you?” Shaw asked her one evening as they were strolling through Central Park, an eager Bear bouncing around on the end of his leash and snapping at snowflakes.

Root looked sideways at Shaw, took in her face, red with the cold beneath the black beanie she’d pulled on. There was snow collecting on the shoulders of her coat and sticking to the locks of her hair that hung loose to frame her face. The Machine whispered to Root about dihedral symmetry and the crystalline structure of snowflakes but for once she wasn’t fully listening to what She had to say.

Sometimes not knowing the tiny details was okay. She was learning to accept that.

“What are you asking?” Root finally replied.

If it had been anyone else she would have given a snide, patronizing answer or settled for something suitably vague that sounded far more profound than it actually was. But it was Shaw who had asked.

“Is it words, numbers? Like someone reading the phone book in your ear? Or like one of those numbers stations?”

They’d stopped so Bear could roll in a snowbank and Shaw was trying hard not to smile at his antics. Possibly torn between appreciating his obvious enjoyment and knowing she’d have to dry him off later.

“Sometimes.” Root let her eyes wander over the darkened park. It was early enough that it was still fairly crowded, mostly by people playing in the snow or by people hurrying through, heads down and coats buttoned tightly against the cold.

“Why do I even bother asking?” Shaw muttered without any real malice, reaching down to brush the top layer of snow off of Bear when he came running back over to them.

“Sometimes it’s words. About what you’d hear when you answer a payphone call from Her. Sometimes it’s only a tone. One pitch for yes, another for no.”

Shaw nodded to herself. “Makes sense. Faster that way.”

They started walking again, Root still trying to think of a way to more fully answer Shaw’s question. She almost didn’t want to answer; what she had with the Machine was very private. She knew Shaw would understand that, but at the same time she still wanted to try and explain.

“It’s different depending on what type of information she’s relaying,” Root continued as they walked past the icy lake. There were no little swan boats out on the water today.

Shaw didn’t respond, only bumped her elbow lightly with her own, as if letting her know she was still listening.

“You remember when Reese and I got admin access?”

“You mean when I shot you?” Shaw sounded pleased with herself for bringing that up.

Root smiled, a tiny twitch of her lips.

“Yes,” she said, tolerantly. “When you shot me, Shaw. Anyway, the Machine gave us directions on where to go and enemy locations using clock position. Or She did at first. I suspect Reese stuck with that system because he was used to it already, but I had Her switch it to tones, ascending and descending.”

“How was that easier?” Shaw asked. “Clock position makes more sense.”

“To you.”

It hadn’t been as natural for Root. She knew clock position, but she’d never had to use it the way Reese and Shaw would have and the time it took to interpret the word and change it into a location based on a clock was far too much of a delay for her. She would have gotten faster at it, but the tones had felt more organic.

“So you get tones for combat. Doesn’t sound very useful. How much information can you really get that way?”

They’d stopped again to let Bear engage in a very careful investigation of a snow-covered shrub. Shaw leaned against a lamppost and Root stood a few steps away, poking at the freshly fallen snow on the path with the toe of her boot.

“At first it wasn’t much, but the system only started there. It’s…more complicated now.”

“Isn’t everything,” Shaw said under her breath and Root chuckled in agreement.

“Instead of clock positions there are…musical directions? I’m not sure there’s even a word for it. Different pitches and different intervals mean different things. Minor chords for warnings and major chords for advantages. A faster tempo to encourage swifter action. A Doppler effect for distance.”

Shaw was finally looking at her, eyebrows raised. “That sounds very loud and confusing. I’ll stick to simple numbers, thanks.”

Root shrugged. “It started with only one or two tones and we slowly grew it from there. Like learning a new language. Now I don’t even have to think about it. Everyone has their own notes, their own rhythm. A song almost.”

“You’re saying I have my own theme song?” Shaw was grinning at her now, Bear’s snowy adventures forgotten for a moment.

Root returned her smile, stepping in to brush snow off of her coat shoulder’s and then run her hands up and down Shaw’s arms a few times before releasing her.

“It’s one of my favorites,” she said, making it sound extra sappy.

It was easier, sometimes, to push the flirting and teasing up to eleven because it made Shaw take it less seriously. And that let Root hide how serious she was being.

“You’ll have to get her to play it for me sometime.”

“I’m sure She’d be happy to, though I don’t know how much it would mean to you without the whole system.” Though Root thought it might not matter. It still conveyed the tight precision driven by the adrenalized energy that was Shaw in the midst of battle. It was music that took joy in its own performance.

“No wonder you’re staring off into space all the time. Got a whole fucking orchestra blaring in your brain.”

Bear had finally determined that the shrub wasn’t a threat to national security and they were allowed to continue their walk.

“A lot of the time She talks to me using words,” Root corrected. “But in high-stress situations She switches to notes, because it’s easier to process them subconsciously.”

“You must be unbelievable at guitar hero.”

Root snorted in amusement and they lapsed into silence. The wind was picking up and she moved in closer to Shaw, their shoulders brushing now.

“Also when I’m walking around thinking about other things, like now for instance, she’ll play soft notes in the background to tell me where people are around me and how fast they’re moving. Things like that. At first it was only noise to me, but now it’s like having a blurry picture of the whole area in my mind. Like watercolors. It helps me see things I couldn’t otherwise see. Makes up for…things I can’t do.” There was a slight stab of pain from behind her right ear, psychosomatic she knew, but it still hurt.

“I don’t think I’d want anyone in my head like that,” Shaw said. She didn’t sound like she was condemning Root’s connection, only ruling it out for herself.

“I’m sure if the need ever arose She and you could work out a system that suited both of you.” It was something she’d actually discussed with Her before.

“Why would the need ever arise?” Shaw had an edge of wariness in her voice now.

“We’re at war with Decima, Shaw, and the actuality of Samaritan is breathing down our necks. Who knows what will become necessary before we’re done.”

“You’ve got the computer whisperer bit covered. We don’t need more tech heads. Literal tech head in your case.”

“If I weren’t around someone would have to talk to Her.”

Root realized Shaw had stopped walking and turned back to look at her. She was standing in the light of a lamppost, snowflakes whirling around her, and an odd look on her face.


Shaw only shook her head and started walking again. Root fell back into step with her but left a little more space. She knew something had caused a ripple across the calm surface of Shaw’s mind but she wasn’t completely sure what.

“I don’t want a computer talking in my head, okay?” Shaw said after a long moment.

Was that all it had been? Maybe so, because Shaw had closed the distance between them again and was walking so close to her that she was having a hard time not tripping on her feet.


“So you’d better make sure nothing happens to you. Because I’m not going to put up with AI’s greatest hits of the 90’s in my brain. Okay?” She sounded furious and Root couldn’t stop the smile that her words provoked.


“I mean it, Root.”

“Okay, Sameen.”

In her ear Shaw’s song softened from an angry clash of minor chords into a smoother progression that blended with Root’s own music, melodies twining together.