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Apr 10 Reblogged

npr:

herkindoftea:

How does one go about getting here, like, right away? (via)

Let me know when you figure it out — Lauren 

This is the city of Amalfi on the Amalfi Coast of Italy — not too far from Naples. Hop on a plane. Fly to Rome. Head Southwest, you can’t miss it as it strings out along the coast. At one end up can see Capri/Anacapri. Amalfi, Positano and Ravello make up the center stretch. At the other end is Salerno - where there is a wonderful shop called Ceramique Sarah.

npr:

herkindoftea:

How does one go about getting here, like, right away? (via)

Let me know when you figure it out — Lauren 

This is the city of Amalfi on the Amalfi Coast of Italy — not too far from Naples. Hop on a plane. Fly to Rome. Head Southwest, you can’t miss it as it strings out along the coast. At one end up can see Capri/Anacapri. Amalfi, Positano and Ravello make up the center stretch. At the other end is Salerno - where there is a wonderful shop called Ceramique Sarah.

Apr 09

BE PREPARED!
Everything you need to survive the Zombie Apcolypse - from Earthshipft Products. http://earthshiftproducts.com/Products/Accessories/kits/kit/ZMBISURV

BE PREPARED!

Everything you need to survive the Zombie Apcolypse - from Earthshipft Products. http://earthshiftproducts.com/Products/Accessories/kits/kit/ZMBISURV

Apr 09 Reblogged

Photographer Profile ~ Francesc Català-Roca


Photographer, Francesc Català-Roca (1922 - 1998) trained with his father, Pere Català Pic, one of the main representatives of the Catalan photographic avant-garde. In 1948, Català-Roca began working independently as a photojournalist for magazines such as “Destino” and “Revista.” His work dealt with a variety of themes, from landscapes to cityscapes, from artistic documentation to ethnography. Many exhibitions of his work have been held in Europe, Asia and the Americas. In 1998 he was dedicated an homage by the Barcelona organization, “Primavera Fotográfica.” In May 2000, an extensive retrospective exhibition of his work was held in La Fundación Joan Miró, Barcelona.
He was awarded twice with the City of Barcelona Prize and received the National Visual Arts Prize awarded by the Ministry of Culture.
More of his lovely work can be seen here:
http://anthonylukephotography.blogspot.com/2011/12/photographer-profile-francesc-catala.html

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Photographer Profile ~ Francesc Català-Roca

Photographer, Francesc Català-Roca (1922 - 1998) trained with his father, Pere Català Pic, one of the main representatives of the Catalan photographic avant-garde. In 1948, Català-Roca began working independently as a photojournalist for magazines such as “Destino” and “Revista.” His work dealt with a variety of themes, from landscapes to cityscapes, from artistic documentation to ethnography.

Many exhibitions of his work have been held in Europe, Asia and the Americas. In 1998 he was dedicated an homage by the Barcelona organization, “Primavera Fotográfica.” In May 2000, an extensive retrospective exhibition of his work was held in La Fundación Joan Miró, Barcelona.

He was awarded twice with the City of Barcelona Prize and received the National Visual Arts Prize awarded by the Ministry of Culture.

More of his lovely work can be seen here:

http://anthonylukephotography.blogspot.com/2011/12/photographer-profile-francesc-catala.html

(Source: timikeybones)

Apr 09

There just may be a God, and He/She/It might be Russian

Shrinking my life to fit into a full-time job has been tough. This month especially. I had extra expenses and less freelance work, so I’m strapped until payday on the 17th. Like gas rationing and ramen-eating strapped. I’ve been lavish with benefits, against my paycheck so I may be able to bring those inline and have a bit more cash, though long-term, this is not a viable solution.

At the same time, I moved around hen pens so egg-laying has dropped off while the ladies adjust to new hens/new pens. With the shady dude out of the chick biz, there are more mouths to feed here.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to get to work today.

I was just leaving when a Russian guy drove up and came to the door. I’d sold him eggs this past summer and he bought a few dozen more this morning. He gave me a $20. I didn’t have change. So he said, keep it, and credit us the balance, we’ll be back in a few weeks. Amen to that, I have eggs like crazy.

So, with the $20 in my pocket, I’m at least assured I can make it to work and back home again. Hopefully for the rest of the week, but certainly until I make a bakery run and sell some eggs.

Sheesh, this is worse than when I was a teenager.

Apr 08

Truthful Tuesday #5

Old Man Dog fell into a hole that the puppy Maya had dug in the backyard and couldn’t get up. I don’t know how long he was stuck but he was pretty dirty and weak when I got home. I couldn’t get into a position where I could lift him and 70 pounds of dead weight is about max for me anyway

Still, you can’t leave your dog lying in a hole in the backyard.

Luckily, I lived with a math boy for many years and the hole is sort of under an oak tree branch. So I threw a rope over the branch, then made a sling out of a towel and some old sailboat line tied to each of the corners. I got the towel under his shoulders and hips and with no lack of effort, was able to hoist him up out of the hole. He was woozy and having trouble walking, so I set him up with some food and water and gave him some medicam for pain.

He’s rallied pretty well tonight and I can leave him in a safer place tomorrow.

Still, not a great sign long-term. He’s 14 this year and 12+ years ago he was hit by a car and came to my house to recover from his injuries; that’s how he arrived her. His legs and hips have always been a problem for him, poor old thing.

Still, glad tonight to have him laying at my feet.

Apr 08 Reblogged

africa-makanaka:

toniboytana:

#Nairobbery 

http://africa-makanaka.tumblr.com

I’m hoping this is Nairobi today. I was there quite awhile ago and fell in love with the city. Back then, not quite as modern, not quite as polished, but still beautiful and showing such signs of promise. If so, she’s grown into a gorgeous woman.

africa-makanaka:

toniboytana:

#Nairobbery 

http://africa-makanaka.tumblr.com

I’m hoping this is Nairobi today. I was there quite awhile ago and fell in love with the city. Back then, not quite as modern, not quite as polished, but still beautiful and showing such signs of promise. If so, she’s grown into a gorgeous woman.

(Source: toniiboitana)

Apr 08

Truthful Tuesday alá Tres

Okay. Last Thursday I had a Craiglist exchange. Baby chicks for Organic wheat. I told the dude I had 40 chicks, he said how does 365 pounds of wheat sound? I said great. Deal. Deal. The night before I confirmed. 40 chicks, 365 bags of grain. Time. Location. Everything.

We met up in my office parking lot to exchange goods.

I pulled up, he was already here. I opened my car, he loaded wheat. I carried over chicks in a box and he loaded them into his car fastening the passenger seat belt around the box.

Then he turned to me and demanded $130. cash.

No, I said, this was an exchange

No, he says, you owe me money

I didn’t agree to this, I say, I agreed to a trade

Things got ugly fast. He started unloading grain bags from my car. I tried to close the door. Finally, I succeeded. I locked the car and walked into the building leaving him in the parking lot.

He left with the chicks and 120 pounds of grain.

I left with 240 pounds of wheat and no chicks.

A friend was smoking in the parking lot, otherwise everyone was already in the office.

Later in an email the Craigslist guy told me he was going to contact the company to get me fired.

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Today, I was called into HR.

What is this I hear about chicks and wheat? I wanted to laugh. The whole thing is so insane. How do I explain this? First, I apologize for doing personal business on company property, the HR guy says, Hey Craigslist, probably better to meet in a public place.

Okay.

Then I give him the basic facts. The HR guy looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

It turns out that like the kid’s game of Telephone, what actually happened and what has been reported bear little similarity. It was reported that I was kicking some guys ass in the parking lot. There was fisticuffs and shoving, screaming and all manner of carrying on. Uhm, no.

There was a question as to where I got the wheat, someone reported that the man was one of our vendors and that I was selling company organic wheat to buy myself chickens.

Then I did laugh.

And HR laughed

And we shook hands

And I came back to work.

But not before I reported that the crazy man from Craigslist might call about my stealing his wheat and wanting to get me fired.

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I came back in and asked my buddy, who saw the whole thing unravel what his take was. He said he was going to help but stayed back as I seemed to have the upper hand.

Also that now everyone upstairs is a little afraid of me and thinks I’m bad-ass, lol.

Apr 08

Truthful Tuesday, again…

I have completely lost steam today at work. I’ve been kicking ass for the past few days and this afternoon I will play WWF…or slavish follow FB and Tumblr posts until it is time to go home. Though climbing under my desk for a nap seems a viable idea at the moment as well.

In a meeting today to discuss salt packaging, my boss actually uttered these words — “Let’s make the label a little smaller so that you can seem more of the lid” — at which point there was a beat, and a pause where everyone tilted their head just a little to the side in a human question mark, myself included. Full disclosure - It’s a plain black lid and there’s 1/4” rim of it showing already, the label on top is dark brown.

Then the account manager said, “Well. OR. We could just let Laura design what she thinks looks best. Beat, then the boss dropped it, and the meeting continued. ;)

Apr 08 Reblogged

dougieplaysbanjo:

apricotica:

Blue Oyster Cult - Don’t Fear The Reaper

Truthful Tuesday

When I was a fundamental Christian - WWWWAAAAAAYYYYY back in high school, there was a big Come to Jesus movement afoot, and with it conservatives demanding that kids to destroy their devil music” and to listen to more “pure” Christian gospel music.

At one point, a rumor swept through our fellowship group, that on the day of Judgement, Satan was going to play “Don’t Fear the Reaper” via computer, all over the world. 

I remember being 14 and both scared by this news and in the back of my mind a notion dawning that this is absolute crap that I’m being told. I mean seriously?! I’d never paid much attention to Blue Oyster Cult, or to this song, but it’s popularity skyrocketed and suddenly it was everywhere, and I kind of liked it. The dark side.

Now it brings up fond memories, when I hear it, even more so with apricotica adding the lovely GIF. 

If the end of the world happens in my lifetime, I hope to hear “Don’t Fear the Reaper” on my way out, I really do.

Apr 08 Reblogged

We have a government that says it’s okay to eat Twinkies and Cocoa Puffs and Mountain Dew, but it’s illegal to drink raw milk and eat compost-grown tomatoes and Aunt Matilda’s pickles.

From sustainable farmer Joel Salatin. Quote captured by Amy Eddings on WNYC Culture blog.

this

(via awelltraveledwoman)

(Source: kambui)

Apr 07

BARE ORGANIC MIXERS - Media Kit CoverClient: Natalie Susi, Bare Organic Mixers for Ultimate Superfoods, Inc.
Design a Press Kit for a Media Conference at the Wine and Spirits Association Trade Show in Las Vegas, Nevada. April 2014

BARE ORGANIC MIXERS - Media Kit Cover
Client: Natalie Susi, Bare Organic Mixers for Ultimate Superfoods, Inc.

Design a Press Kit for a Media Conference at the Wine and Spirits Association Trade Show in Las Vegas, Nevada. April 2014

Apr 07 Reblogged

I love that this was designed, down to the keyhole. I’d like to see more functional design for objects like these just because they make the experience of using the lock just a little bit better.
As a side note, my grandfather was a welder for a living, he worked for a company that that did a lot of functional construction welding, including some construction on the Transamerica Tower in San Francisco.
They also made decorative manhole covers.

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I love that this was designed, down to the keyhole. I’d like to see more functional design for objects like these just because they make the experience of using the lock just a little bit better.

As a side note, my grandfather was a welder for a living, he worked for a company that that did a lot of functional construction welding, including some construction on the Transamerica Tower in San Francisco.

They also made decorative manhole covers.

(Source: isabellaparota)

Apr 06 Reblogged

lejeudprimos:

morishigethecorpsefricker:

hot things to say during sex:

  • tally ho
  • gadzooks
  • boy howdy
  • holy toledo
  • land sakes alive
  • hello nurse
  • by gum
  • ay chihuahua
  • bobs your uncle
  • jumpin jehosaphat
  • sock it to me
  • shiver me timbers
  • win one for the gipper
  • shucky darn
  • fiddle faddle
  • oh my stars and garters

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Wow, I’ve been doing it wrong on these years…though throwing in a good gadzooks! is great foreplay…

Apr 06 Reblogged

ali-alshalali:

OLD  Sudanese  

Every picture tells a story, don’t it….Amazing faces so much personality. Beautiful

Apr 06

Among the many reasons I love my friend Linda

She’s such a great care taker. She knew that cash was tight for me this month, so she invited me over and fed me — even though she had already eaten. Rented a movie for us to watch, then sent me home with green chile chicken she’d made me for dinner for tonight complete with Spanish rice, tortillas, sour cream and a nice bottle of red to go with it.

Man, nicest thing ever.

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