that got her feet leave the hustle and bustle between the dhows and dunes of Dubai and Abu Dhabi, to make fresh imprints in the sands of Cebu and Camotes Islands again.
Ok, a classic song casted in a different mould by a very chameleon and carnival-esque type whom I don’t see wearing rain boots, not even the wildly colored and designed ones. He might like lolly pops though.
Despite we have torrential rains as much as we have scourging sun, we don’t have some kind of tradition to wear rain boots or too much revealing swimming wear. In other words: we’re rather modest in being dressed and undressed. As a beach bum, I’m aware of what’s for sale if it concerns the swimming wear department. But my eyes almost popped out walking online, bootless, along the endless rows of rain boots in the most colorful and wild designs that were beyond my imagination. I’ve even seen one with a more than full sized lolly pop motif. I better save that one for a rainy day and being re-born. But if I do, I’ll be wearing, next to those boots, a big smile.
Having joints as flexible as the piece of furniture in this clip I wouldn’t mind. Now I mention it, I would like to have such a chair anyway. Easy to take with me, and to adjust to any size of room or shape for that matter.
The number of lying downs to relieve my back or legs has been increased lately in such a way it really worries me. But it mystifies me if it’s joints or muscles that are to blame for. I don’t think it’s very serious, just the usual old framework that starts to fail me after thirty-five years. One of the best joint health supplements and pain fixers in general I know, is paying a visit to a friend of mine. She’s blessed with a bathtub and a thoughtfulness that would make Florence Nightingale blush. Problem is that she doesn’t live around the corner. Being in pain already the distance is too much asked, and I usual prefer to have a thrust on my bed.
If this clip shows what I think it is, and having seen a picture of a huge Dubai indoor ski-run that literally eats away energy to maintain, only dwarfed by the recently opened Burj Khalifa Tower, I wonder how much crap a country needs to get a genuine sewage system first? With the total cost of about 1.5 billion us dollars, located in the city’s new heart with a price tag of 20 billion, perhaps a sewage isn’t prestigious enough to attract foreign investors and tourists. But at least it would be a civilized and less smelly thing to do. What’s that again..?... Dubai is near bankruptcy?... no shit!
I’ve compared it once with a piece of art. I could have called it an engineer’s pride or a mastership of logistical ingenuity. Nearly everything that goes into this system will be used, transformed into digestible bits, from top to bottom. Even its waste is still useful. The choice for alien ways to clean our colon (that’s the sample of splendour I’m referring to), with something like colonix, to get rid of some clugged way that sticks to the ribs, is a too harsh and inadequate instigator. Only comparable with a grain of shot used for a single mosquito. Very likely the animal gets killed, but the damage done to the surroundings will be much greater.
120 seconds of watching tv and being watched. I need plenty more seconds, if not hours or even days to find myself the right tv stand. If I had the flat screen that goes with it. A pair of binoculars is much cheaper, then again, my view doesn’t allow me to see much more than a blind wall.
Something that’s hardly been noticed by most of the manufacturers of tv stands is that the latest generation of flat screen tv’s that got to be in, or on top of them, have changed to such an extension, that the only thing most of those stands have to offer is to become affront to our evermore slimming, less intrusive and therefore more and more becoming invisible Window to the World. That’s a Full Definition in one single sentence to say: what a shame!
It’s something you can count upon; having all the right furniture and hardware for your staff, and there’s always one who plays the smart ass. Then again: ass perhaps, but smart? I don’t think I copy...
The place where you’ll be a third of your life and where you’re supposed to deliver a good job and be a pleasant-to-hang-around-with-co-worker, this place better be well equipped with the right office furniture. Because the place mentioned is the office, of course. The daily struggle to get there shouldn’t be continued in that same office. If it doesn’t provide a good working space, then all people that work around will deliver below their capacity. Furniture that doesn’t come up to expectations should be replaced. That investment will pay off with less staff on sick-leave to start with. A working curve on the rise might be a next.
It looks as if the absurd will take over any minute and not a single insurance company will ever cover the, inevitable, damage. But with the means, machine and mind in the right balance it could work out fine. But what if she’s speeding and he drops off? Who’ll pay?
To be fully insured for whatever, at anytime given, is impossible. At both ends of the ‘security stick’ absurdity has taken over common sense. In some cases people attempt to build a shield that will withstand everything that comes in their mind. Their opposites leave the door wide open for whatever might blow into their direction. Common sense however, will take its time to visit a number of places like insurancespecialists.com with that extra question, that extra personal twist that will get everything covered that needs to be covered. Nothing more, nothing less.
Loads of ideas for a more healthy life crammed into 2.51 minutes waiting for you here. I’m sure there will be one useful to you. I saw one for myself in those 180 beats. Have a nice day.
A stone turned, might expose a new world. Even when that stone has been trembled upon by accident. In this rather at random way I got my nose in the world of vitamins lately. The impact was having no permanent damage to my bodily functions, thank you. Peculiar enough, the very widely accepted concept of vitamins in food, being the exotic shaped and colorful source of health, could damage that same health. That’s one of the things that got clear to me. Their huge range of biochemical functions I’m not going to explain, it would get me off balance. By the way, that’s one other thing; balance, with vitamins it’s the same story as with all the rest we have around. Maintain it, vary, enjoy but don’t exaggerate. Don’t get sleazy, burn the baddies, get the legs stretched, beware of too many ‘stones’.
To break away of habits, even the unhealthy ones, might prove a lifelong career with ups and downs. You lose some, you gain some. Others will stick on you like bees on a honey jar. Or like a boss and co-worker, according this clip. Warning: the more you’ll recognize the more scared you should be. If not; your face is all smile now!
It’s a shameful thing to admit, but when it comes down to how to reduce belly fat I’m not one of those who have succeeded so far. Or very likely, ever will. It’s not that I’m after having a six-pack, if I like to get my hands on those, I send someone of the strong gender to the supermarket. They’re the ones who usually finish most of my beer anyway. A tight tummy has always been at the top of the list of things I would like to call my own. But weakness, and this is the utterly shameful part, weakness of the brain, of willpower, is the real cause of all discomfort. Mental training should be my goal, not muscle training. If the area between my ears would get hardened, the belly will follow.
There’s hours of explanations and seminars about testosterone to the avail of us all online. Figures, curves and a lot of expensive words are used in such an extent that my bones get weak and I have to fight off sleep. But here’s some common sense to besot a set of balls and to numb some nipples.
To say a word or two that makes common sense about something like what’s the best testosterone cream, one needs to get a picture first of what it’s all about. When I hear the word testosterone, I think cock-of-the-walk behaviour. And I don’t feel anything ‘girlish’ in the air, or it has to be this indefinable matter that’s related to what I found out: that women have testosterone flying around their system as well. True, much less, hence our higher pitched voices, lower muscle mass and the absence of need to shave every morning. But here comes libido, the hormone engine we both, men and women, share. And the fuel is, you might have guessed: testosterone. For some reason, some unlucky people seem to run out of this fuel. And would like to get a refill. Nothing wrong in that, I hear you say. Sure it isn’t, but bear in mind to pick the right fuel and not to drive around as if you’re still in your twenty’s.
A handful of painful seconds in a, I must admit, rare case in which a disinfected and smooth area can have a nasty unexpected surprise with a certain impact. Then again, otherwise it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it? I can’t give you any detail of a possible happy end. But that leg looked very healed to me.
If we only knew the armies of bacteria that play around in our homes, clothes, matrasses and even our hair (yep, scream ladies, but come back to read the rest of the story). But the regular scrub with the plain piece of soap and hot water will do nicely. If a more drastic approach is required then I certainly wouldn’t run for a commercial disinfectant product. Because they’re expensive and contain chemicals that could be even more dangerous to your health. This ‘home made’ recipe for a spray disinfectant is within anyone’s grasp and blast away bacteria: get yourself a cheap plastic spray bottle (this might be the hardest part, because not all shops have them), a royal dash of white vinegar from your local supermarket and a bitsie-teenie-weenie of that bottom left-over of your design perfume, shake it well. Brings back some memories for you, and a very clean surface, I can assure you.
Ferries or freighters, they all make use of water, of rivers, oceans and lakes. And each time they cross those waters, it’s the familiar and new altogether. Each time there’s a song with this subject, whatever the language or time, we understand, we feel, we smell, we know.
Land-lubber as I am, despite the numberous amount of islands and therefore the always present vast deep blue sea that surrounds me, I’m intrigued by vessels. Simply because they bring me from A to B, without having to swim. I can distinguish a ferry from a freighter, but without such a thing with the prosaic name Gulf Coast Jones Act I wouldn’t have known the fuss about what’s considered a vessel and what isn’t. Happy to see that some court has cleared the view, that a vessel ‘includes every description of watercraft or other artificial contrivance used, or capable of being used, as a means of transportation on water’. Recently, being the proud owner of a laptop, I regularly commute and try to use my travel time to get things working. That is, if the waves permit me. Knowing that I’m on an officially recognized vessel, doesn’t make me an officially recognized seaman though. Every time I still check if there are puke bags available, I always will be and remain a land-lubber.
Got you some clip to commemorate in style the birth of the cinema, today in 1891 with the first display of Edison’s kinotoscope, and the birth of an icon we all must have worn one day going to the cinema; the patent that Levi Strauss got for his blue jeans, today in 1873.
You could call having grey hair a personal and ‘distinguished touch’, or the changing of the colour of it ‘getting young again’. This clip has a surprising and priceless punch that plays ducks and drakes with one’s assumption.
One of the most tricky projects to undertake I know of, is to find the right gift for the right person. One might feel pinched for ideas. A personalized gift that will be right on the dot, is coming very close to mission impossible. Unless you know that person very well. Even know a few of his or hers wannahaves that aren’t very obvious, only revealed by them, once, with a single word dropped by accident, forgotten by them and remembered by you. A gift like that can be anything, but is always priceless.
Today, in 1897, Bram Stoker’s Dracula got published. Due to the many hours of disconnection with the rest of the world, I’ve seen many fiction passing by lately. Superman was one of them. Perhaps, in some way, Count Dracul was a superman in his days? Fighting off the Turks in Transsylvania? For some reason Coppola’s 1992 version of Dracula didn’t really convince me. Perhaps too much Hollywood, too les raw threatening stuff? This clip is about a werewolf, I know, but I does the trick for me. Perhaps it’s the song (sang in Romanian?), and makes you feel more desorientated and vulnerable?
Every now and then, the internet is truly a blessing. At such moments the hard times we all have to suffer teeth grinding power cuts, slow connections and crashes are forgotten. Today is such a day. Just in time I’ve found a fitting birthday gift for a very special, but hard to please person. I can’t attent the birthday party either, so again, knowing it will be delivered, this is the best possible way. While looking around, it dawned upon me that the typical guys question, uttered in despair: ‘what can I possibly buy her, that will please her?’ is a no longer valid one. From singing bowls to shopping bags, and a gifts for her selection it should be done in the twinkling of an eye. She’ll get a nice gift, and you’ll get a fantastic smile. That’s what I call a Fair Trade.
To raise the good spirit for another week of hard working around the clock, to please your boss, your partner or your kids, perhaps even yourself, this clip of hunks honking the hours away. Don’t mind the crashing sounds at the end.
Not a real surprise to me is that the road that will lead to a sound rv financing hasn’t been a trip without a bottleneck or two so far. So much so, because till now there hasn’t been a set of available four wheels for miles around. My check-list of things-not-to-forget that I had gathered together so meticulously still looks brand new and very not used. I’ve seen a cutie on the internet but that didn’t help the engine start. Because that cutie wasn’t for sale. I’ll give you all a honk when I’ve spotted one.
They say when you’re about to exchange the temporary for the eternal, your entire life flashes before you in a few seconds. According to this clip it happens to some of us when still in the midst of that life. I’m not sure who’ll have to pay the damage done.
With no home, therefore no mortgage, other debts or children to leave behind who need to be well taken care of, I still don’t see the reason to get me some life insurance. Even after having checked online several times to find a suitable and affordable instant life insurance quote, because one never knows, I haven’t seen one that makes me change my mind. Assuming there is such a quote. Till now I haven’t got even half way any available list. Simply because I don’t have the means. As a matter of principle this situation doesn’t make me feel insecure at all.
Fascinated with the things that rich people posses, I have the urge of compiling this tidbits of jealousy into a huge ego of having it also. Over the century man alone by nature was never contented, maybe that’s one of the reasons why he keeps his gold and silver in his precious box. No wonder why there are people nowadays that possess such wealth (I wish I could be one of them). But the question is do I want it? Do you? Well as a personal perspective, I want it, as bad as you want it also. But where do we really see these precious metals? Is it in our neighborhood? I have read an article, a little short yet informative, it says that in the United States they sold gold as a commodity especially for other country, that may sound interesting but what for? Well, we may don’t know what reason is, but one thing we learn today. Want to know what is it? Let me start from the top, and it sounds like this. We know that United States sold gold, meaning they have a bounty of gold with that we can say that we can buy gold bullion from them. That may sound short but that’s what is it. So still dreaming of having gold bars in room? Dream no more for maybe someday buying gold bullion is just a click away.
Going with the tide on the net, looking for something related to the previous post, and to share that with you, I found this hilarious goldfish with a few tips how to keep the baddies away from him. I’m not convinced that the device shown will scare off herrons though. I’ve seen a few of those cheeky devils that will have a roll in the grass of laughing... mmm, maybe that’s a good trick to save your fish? I wish you all a nice sunny weekend, with fish in the pond and a cool refreshment in the glass next to you. And some laughter in the background.
Try to picture a natural pond with a flora and fauna in harmony. The number of predators like fish and frogs is perfectly in balance with that of prey and the size and depth of the clear water. The flora provides shade and nutrition for all. To disturb this would be foolishness, I’m sure you’ll agree. Then why should it be a good thing to poke around and get things nasty with agents like dr. natura colonix in that perfect digestion machine of yourself? Why would you lay violent hands on yourself? Keep yourself in good shape, in balance, like that pond. Don’t force anything. Indulge yourself, but in modesty and consideration.
It’s not just fake security cameras that could get you feel uneasy, it might be a good idea to see with whom you’re talking to as well. The combination of a woman shopping, a sloppy man and a joker can be lethal to your bank account and make you drop.
Having walked many miles of aisles in shops I always assumed that every single security camera I saw, and the ones I didn’t, were there for the sake of the safety of the shop owner, the staff and the customers. That idea got shattered when I heard that a lot of those cameras are not working or even fakes. I’d heard of placebo’s in the medical world, that they even could be of help. But, the idea of security cameras that aren’t security cameras make me shop all a bit faster these days.
There’s a time that parents send you into the world after having taken care of you for many years. Or you launch yourself, find a job, a life on your own. In both instances with or without suitcases, lunch parcel and a handful of noisy pocket money. Some of us will never return to the old nest. Some of us will, for the occasional recharging the batteries. I’m one who’s fluttering the wings in between several nests right now. And hope to get the feet down on solid ground once more, soon. May it be home or foreign soil.
If the impact of a direct hit or a small portioned but undermining and never ceasing guerilla warfare on the Pentagon is ringing a bell to you, then agents such as phentermine are doing the same to your central nerve system. And perhaps that has escaped you till now. Phentermine works on the hypothalamus, the part of our brain that’s very complex because of the diversity of functions it controls. Among them is the intake of food. And with a certain degree of success: it’s approved as an appetite suppressant. I already can see headlines like ‘only minor casualties are counted’, not mentioning the sadness of side effects behind all that. But it’s also regarded as what’s called a ‘controlled substance’ in many countries. In plain words: drugs, and with a reason; it’s similar to amphetamines. I like to stimulate my nerve system with a tickle, but men dressed in blue or white coats aren’t really my taste, I’ll pass this time.
With his concept of the integrated circuit, or micro chip, published today in 1952, Geoffrey Dummer (1909-2002) made it possible to visualize all layers of insulators, transistors, conductors and whatever they’re called, together in one single block with no connecting wires. The whole idea is too complicated to me, but I try to imagine a super highway on the tip of my finger to get a picture. Eventually this concept was giving way to what would become one of the most outstanding inventions in our life: the computer that we’re working with and rely on. With that flimsy laptop that shatters the first generation of several floors occupying computers it remains hard to fully grasp the progress, how fast it all has become. In one word: fabulous! Are there any downsides? There might be, have a look at this clip.
I won’t show you my failures on the surfing board, instead this softly surfng sound from Jamaica that would serve my feetwork on the board nicely. Someone who got through the surf of Jamaica today, the year 1494, was Columbus claiming the island for Spain. The same day, but another year: 1821, Napoleon must have heard the surf of the island of Saint Helena when he died there in exile. A feminine touch to end with: today in 1921, Chanel launched her Number 5, and that’s still cool!
Next to changing a few ways of eating habits, with a variety of ups and downs, I’ve started to be a less beach bum, and have become more active. It takes less persuading now to get me participate a game of beach volley or some other ball game. Because I realize that they’re the most natural way to lose weight fast. The latest thing I enjoy, to my own surprise, is surfing. But this thing is a tough cookie to master. My physical condition and sense of balance are poor and the muscles weak, not to mention the mind. Yet, by trial and error, I’ve made it to remain standing straight on the waves for more than a handful of seconds. Not enough though to make a picture. With me still standing, I mean.
There’s almost no sound in this clip, but the images show such a skill of starlings keeping track of each other, you’ll hardly notice it. I almost picked a clip showing 24 hours of air traffic worldwide, but this never can be beaten by any human pilot.
Having witnessed the growing number of small motorhomes on the ferries that maintain the transports at my place, I got attracted to used motorhomes. Partly it has to do with my experience of ‘my car’s my castle’ for a while, in a not that very distant past. And it has to do with the lasting lack of affordable apartments around here. The idea of having a movable home got on track, so to speak. I’m sure the purchase of one of those RV’s show plenty of similarities with buying a plane car. And possibly there’s a handful of typical defects to detect as well. I’m not even sure I can handle one. Or allowed to drive one. Maybe a VW van? I better put things into gear, and find out.
‘Something old, something new’ sounds like a human skin working in perfect order. Always rejuvenating. The Voice in duet with Bono. You might frown upon it, but I rather like this made up marriage. The ‘something borrowed, something blue’ part is happening right now: I’m without an internet connection, again, and have to borrow time to blog and hop, and that makes me feel blue.
That wrinkles are folds in the skin and appear faster and more visible with the years go by, isn’t a revelation to me, unfortunately. What came out of the turquoise blue however, in my long and still continuous efforts to master the surfing (more about that later), was the wrinkling of my finger tips. I’d never experienced that before. But finger tips aren’t the same as facial tissue, again, unfortunately. They’re opposites. There are a few ways for deep wrinkle treatment available that on average will give a good but temporary result. The skin of finger tips get straightened again, when dry, but it doesn’t grow on the face. Let’s be in peace with that. Don’t get a wry face. It adds more wrinkles.
One of the strongest Hurd Instincts that will show among human faces in whatever corner of this planet, is the yawn. Even the fake ones will do the trick. I bet for a cup of coffee that you can’t keep your lips closed while watching this clip.
That we sleep, on average, a third of our lives, is generally known, but we also seem to eat away 5 years of our lives. That’s a lot of intake of food. An amount almost impossible for me to imagine. The run to the counter for the latest introduced generation of slimming pills is one that’s much easier to get a picture of. I once felt the urge for such a run myself. Nevertheless, this rush of the light-headed and heavy-bellied among us surprises me again and again. It’s not so much the runners that keep on amazing me, but the ones who make this Lottery Of Lemmings possible: the manufacturers and the governments.
From Down Under, a peculiar idea that might be good for the heart, but too laborious to expect a big harvest enough for making smoothies of them. That could be the reason why I haven’t seen them last Valentine’s Day. But it’s a sweet thought.
The best appetite suppressants are basically and practically for free. It took me a while of meeting loose ends of time though, to get it cracking. After I realized it’s a matter of having the stomach fully satisfied and working hard, in some overdrive if possible, the intake of things like soup (the warmth of it will give a longer lasting energy) and vegetables and fruit (think of all the fibres in those smoothies) are a great help. All very low in calories, and all abundantly available. Lately, my lunches mainly consist of one of them and get me through the rest of the day. Without much protest from ‘down under’.
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