tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58074989538756592242024-03-05T17:22:04.913-08:00Life, Adventures and DiscoveriesTMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-7333590409190163572010-05-13T12:34:00.000-07:002010-05-13T12:34:17.625-07:00Gold Dispensing ATM<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the Emirate of Abu Dhabi in the </span></span><a href="http://www.uaeinteract.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">United Arab Emirates</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> at the </span></span><a href="http://www.emiratespalace.com/en/hotel/index.htm?item_id=40593" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Emirates Palace Hotel</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a german company has built the first ATM that takes cash and dispenses gold bars weighing 10grams. I know that a lot of people will look at this and again talk of access etc etc but honestly I think its an innovative and creative idea.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6u7NpURkw1w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6u7NpURkw1w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Think of it this way, lets say you were at the hotel with your significant other, and wanted to give them a special gift, then why not a small bar of gold, its brilliant! Its also an investment, if you buy a few bars when the prices are low, you can sit on it for years and sell them back for a profit if the prices rise (which if they follow the trends will in the long run).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This machine was invented by </span></span><a href="http://www.geissler.info/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thomas Geissler</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a German national and CEO of </span></span><a href="http://www.gold-to-go.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gold-to-go</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> the ATM was previously installed in Germany, Austria and Switzerland and had a positive reception.</span></span></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-32211892861021300252010-05-06T14:49:00.000-07:002010-05-06T14:54:06.194-07:00MP of a Racist Party Street Fighting<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This was just amazingly funny. The BNP (British National Party) is an extremely racist and homophobic party, they previously even had a whites only rule for people that wanted to join, in fact you arent allowed to be a member of the BNP if you are in the police in the UK, and prisoners arent allowed to join it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It might seem strange that in the UK, a democratic country there would be prejudices against people from certain parties to have certain jobs, but the UK has very developed laws against the spread of hate and racism, and so since the police are in charge of ensuring safety to all, they dont allow people that are part of blatantly racist parties to join.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0f6hMENVrz8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0f6hMENVrz8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This video was uploaded by a youtuber called Nejtaylor, check out his profile </span></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nejtaylor" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">here</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The leader of the BNP </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Griffin" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nick Griffin</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> in his attempts to gain more power is distancing himself from some of his previous claims, which even included Holocaust denial. In fact in 1998 he was convicted of violating section 19 of the public order act 1986, by spreading material that is hateful against groups. Out of all British political parties, including the conservatives, the BNP was the only one to oppose civil partnerships for same sex couples.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Back to the video though, I think its amazing, but kudos for </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bob Bailey, he held his ground in that fight, theres something hillarious about seeing a suited man running for a seat in parliament to get into and win a street fight with some chavs. I guess the only thing funnier is the (now usual) fights in Taiwanese parliament.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ-hNVfTZqw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ-hNVfTZqw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This video was uploaded by a youtuber called sinnawinning check out her profile </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/sinawinning" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-40858184250365892052010-05-02T15:38:00.000-07:002010-05-05T14:59:28.132-07:00Annoyingly Catchy Song<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ok this song has been replaying in my head for two weeks no, so I want to share the misery. Everything i do, every moment of my life my head is sing one of the following:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Where the lemonade is made...sweet lemonade...mmm sweet lemonade...yah sweet lemonade"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Get on my horse I'll take you 'round the universe and all the other places too"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"I think you'll find that the universe pretty much covers everything...Shut up woman get on my horse"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipr-kGo5Q98&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipr-kGo5Q98&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"Look at my horse my hores is amazing...give it a lick...mmm it takes like raisins"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"well I better not show you where the lemonade is made...sweet lemonade...mmm sweet lemonade...mmm sweet lemonade...yah sweet lemonade"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This song is just too fun, I dont know where its the way he sings about the lemonade (addicted to that part) or the way it just keeps repeating, but I am addicted to it. Its made by a guy on youtube, he is amazingly talented, check out his profile <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/mrweebl" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-12623651543239679782010-05-02T12:21:00.000-07:002010-05-02T12:57:19.191-07:00I Love You Phillip Morris<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><object width="480" height="238"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x7m7yh"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x7m7yh" width="480" height="238" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />I just saw the movie "I Love You Phillip Morris" with Jim Carrey and Ewan McGregor and I was AMAZED. The movie was exceptionally funny and well made. usually I hate watching movies with Jim Carrey because his facial expressions freak me out too much, but I was surprised to find that this time he actually didnt do that much spazing out. What was shocking though was that it is a depiction of actual events.</span></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">After finishing the movie I thought it was impossible that such things actually happened, so I did some research and they actually did! The main character (played by Carrey) is called Steven Jay Russel, and he is just a Genius. He is now in his fifties and is in an American jail. Below are some details of what this man did, but dont read them if you dont want the movie spoiled.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS90tBArCfTZYUHc6Es2grdAMoN_xTe-MP0kuYGSFwT-r4NfEw9rrqkXBHALyTfKAvNEU9pTIpBPVmTKgzWFtg95s2koHwqSqI-pJfyAzKJtWOQbVT5bbBBGJH7pNVUSn6KPjZcH3XvlLn/s400/i_love_you_phillip_morris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466760684924559906" /> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWcM_CjoeEvkxOAFPPrGC8KtYB5ho4hz1LRsvgljP7mA_hxQ3lhWc-G3wPkZX1oS_8Y94KeKm_jgA26odcOtQvq7MiBSa7SyPj__1cVvNtiYQPjXg_xbXnsJdkaB2PQw1xA5wCKBpnxjS/s400/i_love_you_phillip_morris_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466760677645797362" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I wont mention the different schemes he used to get money, I'll just mention some of the methods he used to escape from prison. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Steven Russel in one of his methods, took art classes in prison and used them as a chance to steel green pens, he then broke them (when he had enough) into his toilet bowl and used the green water to die his white overalls green and then just walked out of prison as a nurse.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Jpwe7Wy04DRZ_0Rph9oNAhx8JR8bm7EMydfwKAuUScXsOPH5HfTKa9c7XNgN1IMWof9QbcxAnrRNeAJP08CuLJzoH0HM9FxHFvwvwqQILwUqWS6BbZsafZMGN5JyhbgWxSMXX6XaIUrd/s400/Steven-Jay-Russell-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466759567400173378" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b>This image of Steven Jay Russel is from an <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2009/sep/06/steven-russell-elizabeth-day-jim-carrey" target="_blank"> article</a> from the Guardian</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">At another time, he starved himself slowly, started vomiting and typed a medical report tat said he was HIV positive, he then made his symptoms get gradually worse before overdosing on medication that made him go into a coma for four days. After which he was released to an outside care home. From the care home he called the prison and pretended to be an AIDs researcher looking for patients. The prison agreed to have Steven Russel given to the "doctor" and then he latter called them and told them that he had died. (He never was HIV positive) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">After he was considered dead, he returned to prison pretending to be a lawyer just so he can see his lover Phillip Morris. This man escaped from prison four times! Just to see his lover. This all sounds like fiction, but it actually happened. Steven Jay Russel is a real person and so is Phillip Morris. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It is amazing that such a mind could be criminal. He claims that his IQ is 163, imagine if properly trained what that mind could do. Its a shame that he is just in prison. I know that he is a criminal and that he stole a decent amount of money, but honestly, we should not be wasting such a mind. He is now under maximum security in Texas serving the 144 year prison sentence. I honestly believe though that he deserves and at this point has earned a pardon. </span></span></div></div></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-17846223898746995892010-04-30T12:47:00.000-07:002010-04-30T14:10:57.916-07:00Buff Cows<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This must be one of the strangest things I've seen in quite some time. This video by </span></span><a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">National geographic</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> shows a breeding program where cows and bulls with a gene that allows their muscles to grow larger than normal have been bred. Through this natural selection, they've developed a line of cattle that's just MASSIVE. Check them out on the video bellow. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nmkj5gq1cQU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nmkj5gq1cQU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The technical name for these cows are Belgian Blue Cattle, but there are also called the Super Cows and the Hulk Cows. </div><div align="center"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3v-YkMDWbalGpQVelxmQu5fG6p7pKMlyIrx4c_It8lb0k7hmqyEpIT_li1yAvEfGGHUHksVNi5m2MvWyjJwsT6AQ19MZYP-pI0g6L8cddNfmzgoNKmhP0qsv1HE2-gJL4OkBPdE6-Ubl9/s1600/belgian-blue.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3v-YkMDWbalGpQVelxmQu5fG6p7pKMlyIrx4c_It8lb0k7hmqyEpIT_li1yAvEfGGHUHksVNi5m2MvWyjJwsT6AQ19MZYP-pI0g6L8cddNfmzgoNKmhP0qsv1HE2-gJL4OkBPdE6-Ubl9/s320/belgian-blue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466038232426021026" /></a> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCJnNKvOjVxm5RwTxBejcqAl_0_ncmd6VIfhyXf2sQ5XwaaQqm-AsudAgceuJkwbkW2PNYs7gKcQQi6mABINEp7LqmtwFZLPaq-VSZ02gnRFgetuwQVEEAE9uV4j88h4MCl6ifN7eqHIA/s320/belgian-blue-cow-steroid-super-cow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466038221582763714" /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">This breed is becoming very popular because of its high meat yield and low fat percentage. prices range from 1500$ to 3000$ and the meat according to the <a href="http://www.mnpfarm.com/index.html" target="_blank">MNP Farm website</a> has less fat, less calories and less cholesterol than fish, chicken and traditional beef. Click<a href="http://www.hemmy.net/2007/07/16/belgian-blue-cattle-super-cow-aka-incredible-hulk-cow/" target="_blank"> here </a> <a href="http://www.hemmy.net/2007/07/16/belgian-blue-cattle-super-cow-aka-incredible-hulk-cow/"></a>for more pictures.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOCZVCRmG6LUDgXBXTZ4ly3poqoZnSBj7quOVVa8M5jo-EIftqh3Mz_M3dgKe4l2yf7f_qQ_gEf8aBHpDf7t6ufPm8H5VmLK2J6vdXhU8WEiBezRe-wWBiQZlM7urY4PA2GTkJCNhuyeh/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOCZVCRmG6LUDgXBXTZ4ly3poqoZnSBj7quOVVa8M5jo-EIftqh3Mz_M3dgKe4l2yf7f_qQ_gEf8aBHpDf7t6ufPm8H5VmLK2J6vdXhU8WEiBezRe-wWBiQZlM7urY4PA2GTkJCNhuyeh/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466040465902632034" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-31921934067023955842010-04-29T18:11:00.000-07:002010-04-30T13:40:40.816-07:00Man Survives for Decades Without Food or Water<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">On Thursday the 29th of April there was an </span></span><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/8652837.stm" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">article</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> on the </span></span><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">BBC News Website</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> about a man in India that supposedly survived without food or water for 70 years.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></p><div align="center"><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGF7EY2Ucm8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGF7EY2Ucm8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><p></p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I did some research and the same man was mentioned on </span></span><a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,591747,00.html" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Fox News</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">, </span></span><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/india/7645857/Man-claims-to-have-had-no-food-or-drink-for-70-years.html" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The Telegraph</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> as well as other sites all over the net. He claims that he apparently gets all the energy he needs through meditation. What's happening now is a hospital in </span></span><a href="http://www.ahmedabad.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ahmedabad </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> is putting him under 24hr surveilance to make sure this isn't a hoax. Even the Indian military is on this, hoping to make use of this phenomenon if it turns out to be genuine. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So far this "holly man" Prahlad Jani has not eaten or drank for six days, and whats shocking the doctors even more is that he hasn't passed stool or urine in that time. Prahlad Jani claims that when he was 8 he was blessed with a goddess to survive without sustenance. The human record for going without food is 74 days.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi884H4qbymKlndHhmsQODD-5muOgoPuNjTyM6JJ2MdWrw_qNdPtg9w_FV9MR0W9kkLozG4lDOHEwqA6hay5_Cj_42vqXnspXl2RbNkvNStmef55dtDqVZmMAFnc1nlDSgU8xy1PIG7FI6H/s1600/mataji2.jpeg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi884H4qbymKlndHhmsQODD-5muOgoPuNjTyM6JJ2MdWrw_qNdPtg9w_FV9MR0W9kkLozG4lDOHEwqA6hay5_Cj_42vqXnspXl2RbNkvNStmef55dtDqVZmMAFnc1nlDSgU8xy1PIG7FI6H/s320/mataji2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466032814328559810" /></a> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5qKh1w3GBCXLRppikCEv3KiKSxwqVU-yPgwNYFBjc4_acvaCXf98fwGfHP_ytQ9DHeVm_YHbIf7U7LZ2t7UxFTqR4hEpzqFQXB2mCZoE0-HyWq9LhGkFqjGBaQ-lcnTeukZy-ztBW8MS/s320/mataji1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466032804701206210" /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Doctors plan to observe him for another 15 days, they will check for signs of muscle deterioration, lethargy and dehydration. If those occur, then he is simple feeding of his own body, if not then there could be something to this. This practice is called </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inedia" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> breatharianism </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and involves surviving without food or water. Some believers claim that their nourishment comes from </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prana" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Prana</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">, the vital life source in </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinduism" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hinduism</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. All past scientific tests to prove that this exists have failed.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-5683309683303180162010-04-29T17:44:00.000-07:002010-04-29T18:29:21.861-07:00Happy Homeless Man's Talent<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I was out one day with a few friends at <a href="http://www.gastown.org/" target="_blank">Gastown Vancouver</a>, when two of us decided to step out of the venue for some fresh air. A homeless man approached me and I automatically rolled my eyes mentally and prepared the "I'm sorry I have no change" answer (Far too many homeless people in Gastown). </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">To my surprise we just smiled and said that we looked good together and then asked if he could draw us. (Now before any of you laugh at me, I am well aware that its just a strategy he uses to make people give him money, but still it felt good getting complimented so I didn't mind).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4i3_t7nu9YgSN_3cq_O7tXduBhwpp6-4SG33Epv8zwU08WKxQ5IuaRkY-169uUMj6QiNRwGOv9xmH8lDnnHlYL7J83R8zIcttXiJnPeb6lAUwe4vd4MESDvrZmFGzA2D5hPP8vDbNicNJ/s320/homeless.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465727329073817826" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Right in front of me, he grabbed a piece of cardboard and using a black marker sketched a caricature of my friend and I. He signed it Alex and then gave it to us. I now treasure that sketch, and still have, in fact I walked back into a "trendy" establishment with a large piece of cardboard and placed it on the table beside me. Good luck Alex, where ever you are. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">PS: This man should guest lecture in a Marketing class.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-34370246279318748272010-04-28T22:21:00.000-07:002010-04-28T22:47:55.384-07:00Falconry and Hunting in Morocco<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5WgQaOXdO10e5wYVMGaY-4_7nWdImVVHXuETxVeClnLOgkQGmYG3QxjULf1nlghuncwbmLdjTxlm9T2_ZYlKdjfXOd55BQv-Xzs75c4_X33yV8T-rR8E9y_SLCOO8XE9B3OTVpUPkjtL/s1600/n505538585_280635_4769.jpg"></a>My father has a tradition to go hunting in a remote area in Morocco called Gulmeem, its about six hours driving from Marrakech. Our convoy drove there in the afternoon, and we all sent the night at a small hunting lodge we have in the area to prepare for the hunt. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Our day started at 4am, we all got dressed warmly (even though its very sunny the weather outside was incredibly cold) and had a full hearty breakfast. The porridge shown in the picture bellow is an Emirati delicacy called Harees, it's made of ground wheat accented with whatever meat is available (from lamb to gazelle).</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZQOy93PVLewxVevSjUbZlfKHee61_wD7LDBYRRU78zXECzbugzsTkzRvRt5xSJiepl7HspPbgo-mXliNxtrI0tNaLQRb63oQStGAMKr8s6IS_Iv2xDDCH24wV-gI6sS-cRrFjDY5glVS/s320/n505538585_280622_9654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465425641242456210" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtHNLOypDaoPJZH1pjZalGxJ0KF9eNXq6e0Cxa9Skk-BHLMA9nFBRimfChog3fia2cBOgM6RM3UArPvDGbHFCIJFsLLm0R-2SUfJ2CbMlkTu2Zht9UaMEH-t2eQw_tQdzqtjpPPe9NyQ4/s1600/n505538585_280631_2887.jpg"></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Our hunting party then gathered for a pre-hunt picture. Besides using guns, we also used falcons in the traditional arabian falconry. Our prized catch was a bird called the Houbara Bustard, its very hard to find, but has been traditionally hunted in Arabia. This bird unlike others we do not shoot, we use the falcons to catch it</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNscJMLBELcRUYtxXXXXzwdx92OTI-rrFiu7SUtx2Ee-m45CnO1FGoRLgyttv1ukOlVe17nP380LLbUQvDt4KfRwdIidOml3v78NZjDvPkV3N9jAVr1IjQtRPLxZFIzaHSZq9qLr37pxVB/s320/n505538585_280624_342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465425858554294754" /> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5wID7f_0aFgM5ZHC3JahTo0QOO8sBaprdFhHTQqrZGuYX7ES-Ofnl29-SW3BmRhqgU9COxb9XLvxlhEMXCCfzJFmgOixZq4l24p-YZyiU-k4RDDn-lkO0ppocNfZlaWH2oyoGyuhwLbp/s320/n505538585_280623_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465425755021945410" /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Before we headed out, we sent a few scouts; seasoned bedouins, trained at finding the bird and the areas of the desert that is rich in game. Until the spot the bustard, we drove into the wilderness to find a campsite for our lunch, all the while hunting what game came in our way.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFnKTo4mST2a2gIWIG-asNa9wRhWLVSLTZrBFV8v6ZG_uj2oODmxaqnV5HAxZLpDHF2pp17SkJC00If8n6_7oXMKpK8866NfNz1gS6fpf43PPmEnFWQKio2e6I9t6UytLc7rQBQdHR61z/s320/n505538585_280626_1042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465426154547307154" /> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJtHNLOypDaoPJZH1pjZalGxJ0KF9eNXq6e0Cxa9Skk-BHLMA9nFBRimfChog3fia2cBOgM6RM3UArPvDGbHFCIJFsLLm0R-2SUfJ2CbMlkTu2Zht9UaMEH-t2eQw_tQdzqtjpPPe9NyQ4/s320/n505538585_280631_2887.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465426158865377778" /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We all had a great lunch after a thrilling hunt, eating with our hands in the traditional way (I found that exceptionally challenging because in some families the old ways of eating were never used with the new generation).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5WgQaOXdO10e5wYVMGaY-4_7nWdImVVHXuETxVeClnLOgkQGmYG3QxjULf1nlghuncwbmLdjTxlm9T2_ZYlKdjfXOd55BQv-Xzs75c4_X33yV8T-rR8E9y_SLCOO8XE9B3OTVpUPkjtL/s320/n505538585_280635_4769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465426162395598402" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The scouts finally radioed in their positions, and the entire party ran into our fleet, we drove at break neck speeds; afraid to loose that bird, it was the first (and as it turned out last) bird to be found that season. using our cars we scared the bird out of the shrubs, and as it ran gaining speed we released the falcon. It was fascinating the bird flew high, spotted the bustard and dived in, and the tw large birds started wrestling, until our falcon won, and we jumped in and caught the bustard alive.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMzlH8ViCaBHWtOHXVCCWlg3HU-_Vn_AfdZKo6L9yVY_2vdvQ11UPm92v6S2U_k9KTKsap6M0WuSzSPiD5T5idGeZeZ4eTRCNr2Q_WLVXKjLqIGI1qy_6k0w0xe9_J746Sw2cHPAFCfGY/s320/n505538585_280628_1822.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465431312154927762" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFnKTo4mST2a2gIWIG-asNa9wRhWLVSLTZrBFV8v6ZG_uj2oODmxaqnV5HAxZLpDHF2pp17SkJC00If8n6_7oXMKpK8866NfNz1gS6fpf43PPmEnFWQKio2e6I9t6UytLc7rQBQdHR61z/s1600/n505538585_280626_1042.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-21324857690357576472010-04-28T21:35:00.000-07:002010-04-29T18:22:33.250-07:00Mysteries of Marrakech Morocco<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ater seeing the photos posted on a blog called <a href="http://thehouseinmarrakesh.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The House in Marrakech</a> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://thehouseinmarrakesh.blogspot.com/"></a>the memories of how beautiful that city is all resurfaced, I've been there with a few friends for our high school reunion, and we had a killer time.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FPxCFkY8PbmGuOZUiDvcHSRkslMyHQtUoiphE4M8cDaOa-iD9Viv10DVNt2J7DN1Y-0WVO5F2s1POFRAoKPbNbbyxAh2b7meEOQAPirn9qutzMLAkX2y_mbDOGamvmLJgFl1_TOwx08s/s1600/21533_251527529452_505579452_3238010_3488049_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FPxCFkY8PbmGuOZUiDvcHSRkslMyHQtUoiphE4M8cDaOa-iD9Viv10DVNt2J7DN1Y-0WVO5F2s1POFRAoKPbNbbyxAh2b7meEOQAPirn9qutzMLAkX2y_mbDOGamvmLJgFl1_TOwx08s/s320/21533_251527529452_505579452_3238010_3488049_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465421822186523554" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, fantasy;font-size:small;">Ok, so we dont usually do the whole tourist thing, but when we had a break from sunbathing at Niki Beach Marrakech we did sneak a trip to the Jamea Al Fena market.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A friend insisted we see the snake charmers (most of us refused at first) but we gave in, and we regretted it, the picture below looks innocent enough, but seconds after it was taking a snake charmer grabbed one by its head, exposed its fangs, started saying prayers, and cut his own tongue!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPo-xG79al6ZWcUBk-ejJuZ52u58sWthlfIWWQcUx3Wi9rlLzKild3H19WL_tS3axcqrTXnzQ1oAMvN1rJeZUay0xjekiO1eW7TWIdWR2we483y8mYRxb1_xQaQrda2gAX_D70r0CZtPY/s1600/21533_251527494452_505579452_3238008_172063_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPo-xG79al6ZWcUBk-ejJuZ52u58sWthlfIWWQcUx3Wi9rlLzKild3H19WL_tS3axcqrTXnzQ1oAMvN1rJeZUay0xjekiO1eW7TWIdWR2we483y8mYRxb1_xQaQrda2gAX_D70r0CZtPY/s320/21533_251527494452_505579452_3238008_172063_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465421753388381250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">He then dabbed a finger in the blood on his tongue and tried to wipe it as a "blessing" on one of my friends foreheads! I have never seen him run away so fast...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-13889941843563932142010-04-28T21:01:00.000-07:002010-04-28T21:15:37.942-07:00Best Way to Stop Carjackers<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">One night a few friends and I were going to see a movie at the cinema. Parking inside the underground parking was a battered looking white van with a white paper stuck to the inside:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArCfBFwh9t4PEOV64p373Y2_CFkyvowgl5TNh_p3dC_tsLYL3rfd2lEFOUcIN4o2bGS8YwCzJ8meP3x0ESJm1pLx3uXnyM9WdJKG5QVrTjMg_YYgLJX0MXB1uc7n1rJvIOXGT6DJXH75Y/s1600/emo+Car.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArCfBFwh9t4PEOV64p373Y2_CFkyvowgl5TNh_p3dC_tsLYL3rfd2lEFOUcIN4o2bGS8YwCzJ8meP3x0ESJm1pLx3uXnyM9WdJKG5QVrTjMg_YYgLJX0MXB1uc7n1rJvIOXGT6DJXH75Y/s320/emo+Car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465407557459683442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><br /></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This has to be THE most honest car security system in the world...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-6913838671116086742010-04-28T20:20:00.000-07:002010-04-29T18:26:04.501-07:00Friends Reacting to 1 Guy 1 Cup<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">So one day I was having dinner with a few friends in uni, after setting off the alarm, evacuating at least 200 hundred people, and causing the fire brigade to come, we decided that it was best if we just calmed down and had a relaxing night...</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hell no, its 2010 and everyone has ADHD, so I put on "1 guy 1 cup" see how they reacted:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='500' height='415' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx87U3KXMMfvbAFQBmREIjVMhQoCqvSsMmnl0yBtRgn4KxRq_YsZoE1rrZYfEeBwih-rU57upyytaWX_Mmrng' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Almost everyone has seen the "2 girls 1 cup" video, but this... this is SO MUCH more disturbing...see the video for yourselves, at: <a href="http://1guy-1cup.com/" target="_blank">www.1guy1cup.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">[SPOILER ALERT]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This video involves a man, a glass jar, an anus, breaking, and a lot of blood...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-41394359514830465582009-12-13T14:12:00.000-08:002010-04-28T20:56:42.843-07:00Pancake Sundays<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>Studying in North America, I've become exposed to the culture here, and seeing as this is a temporary phase of my life, I've decided to adopt its traditions. Previously I mentioned how I cooked stew, cupcakes and even Kraft dinner, all very North American, even if I spiced them up a bit.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is Sunday December the 13th, and Vancouver is covered with this winters first proper snow, it's a quiet Sunday, I have one exam left and not for a while, I don't have much to do as most people are busy with their exams, so I decided to make Pancakes, what can be more synonymous with American culture than making pancakes on a late and lazy Sunday morning?</div><div><br /></div><div>I decided that I wouldnt spice up the classic recipe, I mixed flour with some baking powder, butter, vanilla, an egg and a pinch of salt. All very basic, all very warming. I heard in movies, television and the such that the first pancake (also called the "practice" pancake) always goes wrong, so I was determined to break that cycle and make a perfect practice pancake... I failed.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first pancake was more cylindrical than round and was rather burnt (so was the second) but then I got into the rhythm and it all fell into place. Making and preparing pancakes cannot be any easier, in fact I do not understand why some people buy those ready batters, making it from scratch takes no time at all and is strangely satisfying.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3eUdS_zIpvaMno6xwjRL8OhSN_4TPpOvyMwPMl7a3Qp9DGc0gSsgRLy06PaEjnzRTktwu1HbC419rdqcx-6DSaonLHZT0Bi_EJQe9kJ_Qge4pRNSEDIxalk5yAqPzhdp__25HJfuMpMA/s1600-h/pancake.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 415px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3eUdS_zIpvaMno6xwjRL8OhSN_4TPpOvyMwPMl7a3Qp9DGc0gSsgRLy06PaEjnzRTktwu1HbC419rdqcx-6DSaonLHZT0Bi_EJQe9kJ_Qge4pRNSEDIxalk5yAqPzhdp__25HJfuMpMA/s320/pancake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414860952864354098" /></a><div><br /></div><div>I made a nice little batch, but I decided to add a tropical touch when it came to serving it. Instead of going with the classic butter and maple syrup, I served it with organic yogurt flavored with real coconut, and some cream cheese for those that wanted a more savory start to the day. Honestly the coconut and the texture of the yogurt was amazing with the taste and texture of the pancake, it was a perfect way to start a lazy sunday, served with a nice hot cup of tea.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-58654831231899837122009-11-24T14:53:00.000-08:002009-12-06T17:10:39.882-08:00Subtle form of Torture<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Earlier this year, I was flying from Abu Dhabi to Vancouver through London. Now to understand my pain, the first part (Abu Dhabi - London) was a seven hour flight, I then arrived in London and had to wait for another seven hours until it was time for my eleven hour flight to Vancouver. </div><div><br /></div><div>I dont mind waiting, only that the chairs in Heathrow's terminal 4 are designed to torture travelers. let me stress that terminal has no spa, no hotel and no lounge. It has shops and restaurants but no where for you to rest. Now when I saw the chairs I almost broke down entirely, I am certain that they were designed to inflict the most pain possible. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp175UVGJ84vv8aSrblzCoOvJ6SgJCXmIMjHyml5EpAjnC5GrbH9EJB3ij93vihE_CChS9y1YKrK1SWhFx9AmEmILT6uxfzdE_g7dwUaXlOcHUrRGq-bRcq8ZoZUr74H_RUZQrLW_4NFtt/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407808421210137282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I dont know if they tried to be artistic or modern, but they failed! I want whoever made the choice to try and sit down on what is basically a wooden wedge for seven hours! All you have to do is look at it! What the hell were they thinking?!</div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-84939840434811173222009-11-22T20:03:00.000-08:002009-12-06T17:11:37.004-08:00Disturbing Discovery<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_zwM4pTP_7BvSuyFF9gvqCnypzFt6FuQMOvkUrfYEJIwYdSG3X6xbemRrXFTgUNr1gqn5rUHnsYJEAIqtldVfVXqcFMhHxXoL-g_A2otLjZeNPSpquAuLbutyZQBsydMDuj_8GCzjUK1/s1600/bulb%2520warning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_zwM4pTP_7BvSuyFF9gvqCnypzFt6FuQMOvkUrfYEJIwYdSG3X6xbemRrXFTgUNr1gqn5rUHnsYJEAIqtldVfVXqcFMhHxXoL-g_A2otLjZeNPSpquAuLbutyZQBsydMDuj_8GCzjUK1/s320/bulb%2520warning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407145761846031026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Now, I was calmly relaxing tonight, when I made a startling discovery. Ikea lights will kill you. If you read the warning label on an Ikea lamp, you will read the folowing:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">CAUTION: TO REDUCE THE RISK OF FIRE USE MAX 100WATT TYPE A OR SMALLER BULB.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At first this made no affect on me, but then I realized what they mean; using the right bulb will only REDUCE the risk of fire! Which means that using any bulb may still reduce you and your apartment to a sizzling crisp...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">wow...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807498953875659224.post-3271088804949388442009-11-22T16:05:00.000-08:002009-11-22T17:05:54.937-08:00Sleepy Sunday Bread<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I woke up late, and refused to get out of bed. It was cloudy outside, and the weather is getting colder by the day. This was Sunday and I planned to hibernate. I changed the setting on my phone from vibrate to silent, and got out of all my brunch obligations, and stayed in bed doing absolutely nothing.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sunday is gloomy,<br />My hours are slumberless<br />Dearest the shadows<br />I live with are numberless<br />Little white flowers<br />Will never awaken you</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Then about one in the afternoon, i got this crushing craving for the smell of fresh bread. With the weather as it was, I was dying for the warmth of the oven, and that soothing, almost motherly smell of baking bread. There is something about baking that creates a personalized warmth in any "gloomy Sunday". I was going to make something basic, no complications, nothing extravagant, just simply minimal and delightfully rustic.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I poured the salt sugar and yeast in a bowl of warm water, and mixed. At this point i started melting some butter and getting the flour ready. I poured the butter on the yeast and poured it all n the flour. There was nothing creative about bread, its all very basic, and i just followed the principles I knew of making bread. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Now the unfortunate part of baking is the kneading; it is frightfully demanding and if not dont right the bread doesn't form properly. So I started to work out whatever tension I had locked in me! Im afraid I do not have an electric mixer so I prepare dough the old fashioned way. This means wrestling with the dough, punching, pulling slapping , it is much harder than it seems, in fact it would not surprise me if in the middle ages, instead of saying a person has a swimmers shoulders, they would say that the person has a bakers shoulders.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How deep is the ocean?</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How high is the sky?<br />How many times a day do I think of you?<br />How many roses are sprinkled with dew?<br />How far would I travel<br />To be where you are?</span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After the dough is ready I usually let it sit for its first rest, I let it sit from </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">between 30 to 60 minutes. Let the dough rest and take its form, it has been </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">through a lot, form its quick and careless birth, to the fight with its stubborn form,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and now it needs to nap and reel in all the efforts of the process. At this point </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i start kneading again. This time though the dough is lazy, the nap must have </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">gotten to it, so it bends with your force, offering no resistance what so ever. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Finally I shape it into a cylinder and put it inside a baking pan, and let it rest </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">for a second time inside the oven. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After another hour turn on the oven and wait for half an hour.</span></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5TdmZeNcdXSX5wvzGEZrTkQ9oHimcfuSmmjI6nDrsqvpfSyXd2TZXCS_2ROD8zHREuqoKIDh6nCaWgsK9cZ4NrbgMomITa17Qe3n_PiSuNQN1Lo3GbBay7fGVd8yB1_JM2xjf3e_IIVq/s1600/IMG00390-20091122-1603.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5TdmZeNcdXSX5wvzGEZrTkQ9oHimcfuSmmjI6nDrsqvpfSyXd2TZXCS_2ROD8zHREuqoKIDh6nCaWgsK9cZ4NrbgMomITa17Qe3n_PiSuNQN1Lo3GbBay7fGVd8yB1_JM2xjf3e_IIVq/s320/IMG00390-20091122-1603.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407090167328174898" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Now for that half hour, get away from the kitchen and sit somewhere comfortable. Just leave all the doors leading to it open. I made myself a nice cup of tea, and I sat down to catch up with my readings. about ten minutes in, this rich scent of freshly baked bread starts to slowly role out of the oven doors and playfully whisk your senses, your mouth watering you close your eyes and take in that deep wholesome breath. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Then</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">you and I came wandering by </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And lost in a sigh were we </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Your arms opened wide and closed me inside </span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You start feeling warmth as the fresh scent hits you, you can see the flames of the </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">oven, and you can hear the expansion of the dough. You can sense it hardening </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and taking form. You can smell its color darken and you can feel its flavor set. And </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">there in one quick moment you know that it has turned to bread.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3ld3swGPRo8IT6mfkqYIc1GO3WkXEQzvWxTLSQo8sDjbQA8Z3PIChPcqHjv2iJllZyEUcEgDzx2rcIRzzPdFYeDrUEgDso2Q15iuA4pOUF15P3xGSzx7uJZ_EDmyTtdtvnWwCBNMbMOo/s320/bread.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407092638291055346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Im going to keep this until latter on tonight. There is a ritualistic power to the </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">breaking of bread. Traditionally it would not be done by knife, but rather by hand, </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">it would be ripped into pieces and passed to the people you eat with. It was a sign </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of great respect, affection and trust. I wholly think that people still on a </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">subconscious level appreciate the significance of bread and the symbolic power in </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">sharing a meal.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No regrets<br />Although our love affair has gone astray<br />No regrets<br />I know I'll always care though you're away<br />So now our happy romance ended suddenly<br />Still in my heart you'll be forever mine<br />No regrets<br />Because somebody new looks good to you<br />No regrets</span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">As for my bread, well it now needs to take its time and cool down. I don't need to </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: nowrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">test it, I can tell that is will be a great success.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: nowrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></span></div></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div></div>TMSOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10355802336725714969noreply@blogger.com0