Slurp your food.
In Japan, most commonly when eating noodles and soups, slurping shows your appreciation of the food to the chef. The louder the better! You may also drink directly from the soup bowl — spoons are uncommon. Furthermore, never cross your chopsticks, lick your chopsticks, or stick your chopsticks vertically into a bowl of rice. It’s considered very rude in Japan and many other Asian countries, including China.
Eat only with your right hand.
In India, the Middle East, and some parts of Africa, it is considered unclean to eat with your left hand.
Contents:Udon, cheese-stuffed chikuwa (fish sausage), frozen Mandarin orange, and milk.
Contents: Rice, Beans, Bread, Meat with vegetables, banana and alface, acelga salad
3 guys, 44 days, 11 countries, 18 flights, 38 thousand miles, an exploding volcano, 2 cameras and almost a terabyte of footage… all to turn 3 ambitious linear concepts based on movement, learning and food ….into 3 beautiful and hopefully compelling short films…
We are all victim to the atrocities of today’s many scenes and subscenes. Whether you choose to accept it or not, this reality affects us all in one way or another. We all deal with it in different ways, some keep themselves locked up in isolation, holding onto the hope that the scene won’t penetrate their stronghold, others simply give in and take on a life of scenesterism – tragic. It’s got to the point where you need to know what signs to look out for, where not to be at the wrong time, and most importantly, to know your scenesters. YourSceneSucks helps you define which totally sucky scene you belong to: Apple Store Indie, maybe Hipster Jesus? Or in my case, it basically outlines regrettable boyfriend choices of the last decade.
Once trust fund punks lose their savings they are reduced to riding a fixed gear bike, the same means of travel they had when they were in middle school. Their current bike build is actually less sophisticated than the ones they grew up on, but hipsters will always sacrifice the convenience of brakes for fashion.
One of the most pretentious of all hipsters, fixies are primarily located in Williamsburg, Portland, San Francisco and wherever else snobs congregate these days. They tend to hang out at cafés, bike shops and anywhere else they can turn their nose at other hipsters. Usually enrolled in some form of printmaking or photography at their art school, the fixie spends more time complaining about things rather than creating them.
One should not confuse a nonathletic fixie with actual racers or bike messengers. The latter can spot a fixed gear hipster from a block away, recognizing their bike as just another fashion accessory until they move onto the next trend. Usually a vegan, the street smart cyclist weighs no more than 100 pounds when soaking wet and gets his sole caloric intake from PBRs and plants.
A fixie longs for a Bianchi Pista with drop handlebars but instead will custom order their ride from Urban Outfitters using their employee discount. The Fixie likes to tell everyone they are saving the world by having “one less car” but ultimately they just can’t afford one.
Starbucks is out of scones, now I have to walk across the street to the other Starbucks
I don’t know what to name my boat
I didn’t have time to french press my coffee this morning, so I had to drink from the communal pot at work like a goddam peasant.
My money clip won’t hold all my money.
The person in front of me in the “15 items or less” line at the grocery store has more than 15 items and the cashier isn’t saying anything
I asked my dad to buy Cheez-its and he bought the white cheddar kind instead of original…..yuck.
2nd prize in a work contest was a Macbook Air, which I really wanted. I accidentally got 1st place instead and now I have to take a carribean cruise.
The lock on the gas pump handle doesn’t work so my hand aches from holding the lever down manually.
My mom wont stop giving me cupcakes and I have no self-control. Now I’m getting fat.
I showered for too long and the water ended up getting cold.
Out of sight, out of mind, the phrase continues to plague my perspective. I suppose that’s why traveling’s so important. A collaborative project between American journalist Chris Booth and photographer James Mollison, Where Children Sleep is a photo exposé aimed to present the differing sleeping spaces of children around the world. Focusing on the realities of inequality, Mollison hopes to compel children to consider inequality as it effects them and their surrounding society. One of the more meaningful projects I’ve come across in a while, Mollison’s photographs paint a reality that is difficult to depict through words. Read on to let Chris Booth and James Mollison show you where children sleep.
Lamine, 12, lives in Senegal. He is a pupil at the village Koranic school, where no girls are allowed. He shares a room with several other boys. The beds are basic, some supported by bricks for legs. At six every morning the boys begin work on the school farm, where they learn how to dig, harvest maize and plough the fields using donkeys. In the afternoon they study the Koran. In his free time Lamine likes to play football with his friends.