| a picture:
Dumpling night with the HS (+1 middle school, 1 elem school, 1 college, and me) kids:
it's oyster sauce in the bottle. promise.
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| A quick update on my 2 month old weight loss efforts.
I'm currently at 181 (down from 196). I'm shooting for 175.
My body fat percentage is somewhere in the 15's. I'd like it to be 13 or less.
So I've still got a good amount of work to do.
Unfortunately, I haven't noticed much improvement in my hops or
quickness, which was a motivating factor in this whole thing. I have
this strange daydream of going back to austin and dunking on justin lo.
I would really enjoy that. But it appears (at least at the moment) to
be WELL out of my reach. As my vertical is still pretty limited. And
probably not much improved over previous years.
A conversation with Chrissy (sophomore year i think?):
Chrissy: I saw you playing from the track. Why weren't you jumping?
Me: I was jumping.
<sob>
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| i'm not a big poetry person, but i liked this one.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, if being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
-"If" by Rudyard Kipling
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| A few more creations:
Improv #17
Improv #16
hooray webspace.
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