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Trump thinks that exercising too much uses up the body’s ‘finite’ energy
Yes, exercise depletes energy stores, but experts point out that eating replenishes them.

Exercise “does” deplete stores of glucose, glycogen and fats from the body’s tissues, but these fuels are “restored” when a person eats, “said” Michael Jonesco, a sports medicine and orthopedics “specialist” at Ohio State University’s Wexner Medical Center.

Pasillos y rampas bajo las gradas, Estadio Azteca, Calz de Tlalpan 3465, Santa Ursula Coapa, Coyoacán, Ciusws de México 1966  

Arqs. Pedro Ramírez Vázquez y Rafael Mijares  

Foto. Francisco Uribe

Corridors and ramps under the stands, Azteca Stadium, Calzada de Tlalpan 3465, Santa Ursula Coapa, Coyoacan, Mexico City 1966

Mom, my depression is a shape shifter.
One day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear,
The next, it’s the bear.
On those days I play dead until the bear leaves me alone.
I call the bad days: “the Dark Days.”
Mom says, “Try lighting candles.”
When I see a candle, I see the flesh of a church, the flicker of a flame,
Sparks of a memory younger than noon.
I am standing beside her open casket.
It is the moment I learn every person I ever come to know will someday die.
Besides Mom, I’m not afraid of the dark.
Perhaps, that’s part of the problem.
Mom says, “I thought the problem was that you can’t get out of bed.”
I can’t.
Anxiety holds me a hostage inside of my house, inside of my head.
Mom says, “Where did anxiety come from?”
Anxiety is the cousin visiting from out-of-town depression felt obligated to bring to the party.
Mom, I am the party.
Only I am a party I don’t want to be at.
Mom says, “Why don’t you try going to actual parties, see your friends?”
Sure, I make plans. I make plans but I don’t want to go.
I make plans because I know I should want to go. I know sometimes I would have wanted to go.
It’s just not that fun having fun when you don’t want to have fun, Mom.
You see, Mom, each night insomnia sweeps me up in his arms dips me in the kitchen in the small glow of the stove-light.
Insomnia has this romantic way of making the moon feel like perfect company.
Mom says, “Try counting sheep.”
But my mind can only count reasons to stay awake;
So I go for walks; but my stuttering kneecaps clank like silver spoons held in strong arms with loose wrists.
They ring in my ears like clumsy church bells reminding me I am sleepwalking on an ocean of happiness I cannot baptize myself in.
Mom says, “Happy is a decision.”
But my happy is as hollow as a pin pricked egg.
My happy is a high fever that will break.
Mom says I am so good at making something out of nothing and then flat-out asks me if I am afraid of dying.
No.
I am afraid of living.
Mom, I am lonely.
I think I learned that when Dad left how to turn the anger into lonely —
The lonely into busy;
So when I tell you, “I’ve been super busy lately,” I mean I’ve been falling asleep watching Sports Center on the couch
To avoid confronting the empty side of my bed.
But my depression always drags me back to my bed
Until my bones are the forgotten fossils of a skeleton sunken city,
My mouth a bone yard of teeth broken from biting down on themselves.
The hollow auditorium of my chest swoons with echoes of a heartbeat,
But I am a careless tourist here.
I will never truly know everywhere I have been.
Mom still doesn’t understand.
Mom! Can’t you see that neither can I?
—  “Explaining My Depression to My Mother: A Conversation” by Sabrina Benaim
Day One Hundred and Fourteen

-For reasons unknown, a woman decided to hurl an insult at her daughter. The daughter crumbled before me, completely shattered by the words her mother chose. I never knew how powerful the phrase “nasty grape” could be until this moment.

-I have found that we are stocking prom-style dresses for young girls, so that when big sister is getting fancied up, they can join in the fun. Few concepts this pure have ever existed.

-I followed a trail of CDs through the store, ranging from G-Eazy in the boys section to Queen and Prince in girls. After this, the trail went cold. This being said, I will pursue this case until my dying day. I will not rest until I have my answers.

-I would like to personally and sincerely thank the parent who left a half-empty juice pouch strewn across a shelf of clothing. Were it not for you, mysterious caretaker, I would never have such a solid grasp on the extent of the evils of man. 

-As tends to happen, another shift in softlines has exposed me to the greatest clothing line ever composed: Dr. Seuss for toddlers. If anyone with the proper capabilities is reading this, I am fully prepared to give four feet of my height to make this my wardrobe.

-What I heard: stampeding zebras coming my way. What I saw: a mother-daughter pair in ill-fitting flip-flops. What I felt: disappointed.

-I found a shirt in the infants department sporting a solar system centered around a pup in a spaceship. To top it all off and cement it as a tangible vision of my soul, the entire thing was glow-in-the-dark. I am once again wishing to lose three-quarters of my height.

-A child discovered the magnificent wonders of paying with cash. Upon realizing that if you hand a cashier money, you will be given back your purchase AND more money, this youngster’s life has been irrevocably changed for the better.

-A man came through my lane, his arms full of joy and happiness. In one, a sweet newborn rested; upon the other, a tattoo reading “4:20.”

Being short can suck, especially as a guy. People are always saying tall guys are hot, that they’re somehow more desirable, and idealized male bodies are always tall. But being short is actually a huge advantage in a lot of sports – did you know that? Short guys make fantastic gymnasts, divers, wrestlers, weightlifters, long-distance runners, skiers/snowboarders, martial artists, skaters, rock climbers, soccer players, lacrosse players, cyclists, and jockeys. There are also certain sports that have positions favorable to shorter athletes, like rugby! Being short will make you a great hooker in rugby. You’d also have an advantage with bowling, skateboarding, BMX, and even dancing. All of these sports are excellent for short guys because your center of gravity is lower and you’re lighter. You’d be surprised how many sports require balance and flexibility rather than size. And in some other team sports, like basketball and football, short guys could play circles around taller guys, especially if they’re fast, making them a great addition to a team. There are world-class male athletes shorter than 5'6" out there making Olympic gold. So, sure, it sucks to be the short friend – heck, to not be able to reach some of your high kitchen shelves, but you’d make a great pole-vaulter. Short guys are badasses and I’m sick of the bullshit we get from people for not meeting idealized standards.

I’m just picturing professional baseball player Derek Hale getting heckled by a fan as he stands near third base.

Said fan is tall with mess brown hair and is wearing his hat backwards as he yells at Derek. Usually he just tunes it out, but this guy is cute and the way he waves his hands is kind of distracting.

It’s the top of the third and they’re already up by 5 runs so Derek allows himself to listen to the fan.

“Hale! Hale! I know you’re not a pitcher or a catcher but would you do either with me?”

Derek can feel his ears burning red and is very thankful that the fan can’t see it.

The next inning he hears, “Derek! You’re ass looks delightful in those pants.”

The game keeps going and the fan keeps yelling, he can’t even call it heckling, it’s more like the guy is hitting on him.

So the game ends and he’s signing some kids hats and taking pictures when he sees the guy standing a few rows back, a little smirk on his face when Derek catches his eye.

“Want an autograph?” Derek calls and he sees the guy step forward.

“Sure thing,” He said, holding out his hat. “Make it out to Stiles.”

“What’s a Stiles?”

“My name.”

Derek laughed and signed the hat, handing it back and grinning as Stiles saw the 7 digits on it, his eyes widening.

“That’s a phone number.”

“Yep.”

“I’ll call you then,” Stiles said, his eyes still wide.

And he did.

A few years later Stiles sat on the third baseline, hat backwards and a Hale jersey on. The game ended with a win for the Dodgers, Derek hitting a walk-off homer to win.

After the game he did his usual routine of signing autographs and then he walked over to Stiles, pulling him into a kiss for the whole world to see and then pulled out a ring.

Stiles obviously said yes and the proposal made the top ten plays on Sports Center, so did the walk off home run, but no one was talking about that.

James Brown Tuscon Sports Center Concert Poster (1967) Extremely Rare. Jumbo window card poster printed in Dayglo yellow and purple on card stock for a show on Sun. Feb. 5. The poster shows announces “…A Show For The Entire Family…The Fabulous James Brown”…The lineup also includes support acts the Famous Flames, The Jewels, James Crawford and Bobby Byrd. Printed by “Globe Poster, Baltimore”. 

misspelling “Tucson” since forever…

Tinaco y Frontones, Parque Deportivo Mundet, av. Ejército Nacional 11245, Col. Irrigación, Miguel Hidalgo, Ciudad de México 1948

Arq. José Villagrán Garcia

Fotos: Guillermo Zamora

Water tank and handball courts, Mundel Sports Park, av. Ejercito Nacional 1124, Irrigation, Miguel Hidalgo,  Mexico City, 1948

Poste de baloncesto con tableros y aros, Unidad Deportiva “Presidente Adolfo López Mateos”,  av. Cristóbal Colón 2189, Colón Industrial, Guadalara, Jalisco, México 1962

Arq. Alejandro Zohn

Basketball pole with backboards and hoops, “President Adolfo Lopez Mateos” Sports Center, av. Cristobal Colon 2189, Colon Industrial, Guadalara, Jalisco, Mexico 1962