yet another chicago triathlon.

. . . getting marginally better:

Start of Swim:
00:00:00
End of Swim:
00:27:04

Total Swim:
00:27:04

Transition:
00:02:34

Start of Bike:
00:29:38
End of Bike:
01:37:35

Total Bike:
01:07:57

Transition:
00:02:46

Start of Run:
01:40:21
End of Run:
02:29:34

Total Run:
00:49:13

Total Time:
02:29:34

if you pray hard enough, you'll get an A in science

http://www.markfiore.com/animation/super.html

it's good to know that i haven't changed in 23 years. 

media and adoption?

part of the application: "what adoption images from the media (news/books/television) contribute to your views on adoption, and how" (or something to that effect). minds go blank, powers of deduction are crippled. here are the first thoughts:

(1) annie (of course my first thought)
(2) diff'rent strokes (child of the eighties)
(3) jungle book (okay, i'm not sure if being adopted by a pack of wolves counts, but. . .)
(4) augustus ceasar and octavius (had to be a little bit UofC)

and i can't seem to think of more. . . it seems i'm only remembering stories where the adoptee is better off with the adopted parents. where the child obtains wealth, prowess, and power upon being adopted.

while i'm not sure we'll be able to offer any of these qualities, i'd like to think we'll be able to offer: food, care, thought, love, self-esteem, a biting sense of sarcasm, and a healthy distrust of authority.

back to reality, oops there goes gravity. . .

not that gravity works any different here in the northern hemisphere, but i am feeling it a bit more now that i'm back from beautiful BsAs. the reasons are many: (1) work load hits like an out-of-control locomotive bent on destruction of the very concept of peace; (2) 10 days of constant intake of extreme amounts of food and wine, coupled with decreased triathlon training, have literally made me more susceptible to the effects of the earth's gravitational pull; (3) 95 muggy and polluted degrees fahrenheit seem to weigh one down more than the crisp 10s (celsius) of a BsAs winter; (4) just having finished "oryx and crake" (m. atwood) on the plane ride home leaves me feeling extremely depressed about the future of humanity. . .

all in all, a slow, wet, hot, sad, dirty, heavy, and somehow still manic return to the quotidian.