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on espn right now it says the warriors shot 12/45 in the second half for 36 points. so you can talk about kyrie and lebron (who were great don't get me wrong) and GSW's D being crappy, but if GSW makes even 40% of their shots it's a one-possession game late and GSW doesn't give in and play their scrubs for two minutes.

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gO6R8PQJ9Lw" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gO6R8PQJ9Lw</a>

Last night:

Had moved recently to Pakistan and was in a large meeting in a conference facility of some kind (round tables with cheap tablecloths, stage with a lectern at one end, that kind of thing). The room was on the ground floor and had floor-to-ceiling windows with big translucent curtains covering them. I looked over and saw a shadow against one of the curtains and had a sense of foreboding. Then there were gunshots and everyone freaked out and started running.

Some indeterminate time later I was back in the States with my family, talking to my brother. And I had no recollection, in the dream, of what had happened between the time the shooting started and that moment days later. My brother was asking me how I got out but I could not remember. Obviously I must have run to a safe place and waited, then gotten on a plane and flown home, but those memories and memories for several subsequent days were gone. As we talked I got snatches -- taking pictures outside in the sunshine with my brother's girlfriend and our other brother the day before our conversation, for example, and of a bathroom in the hotel, of the toilet seat -- but that was it.

riding a bike or stationary bike always makes me tired and sore in ways that nothing else does. just a different kind of stress.

WEIGHT: ???
SORENESS: quads a little (?)
ACHES/INJURIES: none
MENTAL STATE: hungry. like, needing food. libido has been really high the last couple days, not sure why.

- warm up

- skater jump x 13

- one-step RVJ x 3

- DLRVJ x 6-7
okay but dropped off really fast

- daily routine x 0.5

meal schedule thrown off so energy was very low for this. plan is to caffeinate and ME jump fasted late tomorrow morning.

http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipe/rainbow-kale-slaw

i made this yesterday. it is fucking delicious. exceeded expectations.

shit man sorry to hear about your mom 

my cousin's mom, my aunt, had cancer and got treated at sloan-kettering. hence the play, a decade later.

My cousin is an actor and writer and she is destroying it right now. I am really proud of her and excited for her! And feel like bragging a little to all y'all quasi-strangers! She's about to be in another play on Broadway, with Nathan Lane and some other famous people. And the most influential and famous theater critic in New York (and therefore probably the country) gave her play that just opened a raaaaaave. Jesus.

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/08/theater/review-a-funny-thing-happened-on-the-way-to-the-gynecologic-oncology-unit-blends-rage-with-gallows-humor.html?_r=0

There’s a raw spot — one of the tenderest places on the continent of human emotions — that exists between laughter and pain. Make that between laughter and everything that feeds pain: rage, hatred, desperation, hopelessness, fear, even physical disease.

Such is the location of Halley Feiffer’s “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Gynecologic Oncology Unit at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center of New York City,” a play that is as deeply felt as its name is long. To be literal, its setting is a sickeningly pink double room in the hospital of its title.

But as anyone who’s spent much time in similar rooms knows, antechambers to death are incubators for those guffaws that it’s hard to distinguish from sobs, places where you find yourself fighting a close battle with the urge to giggle madly. To give in to such an impulse, in such a context, would be very, very inappropriate.

Or would it? “Funny Thing,” which opened on Tuesday night at the Lucille Lortel Theater, makes a convincing case that hard laughter is an absolutely appropriate response, if not a socially sanctioned one, to those moments when life seems like too bad a joke not to respond otherwise.