Life Has Its Share Of Beautiful Moments – Caveman Circus
Easily The Worst Parking Attempt Of The Decade – Leenks
15 Bengal Cats Even Dog Lovers Will Find Adorable – Rant Pents
Cool bed for dog owners – Husky Lovers
Ghost in the Shell, Starring Scarlett Johansson, Set for 2017 – Superhero Hype
15 Essential Horror Movies Since 2000 You Might’ve Missed – Linkiest
Top 15 Hottest Cosplays Of 2016! Number 6 Is Our Favorite – Buzzlie
Think This Treehouse Looks Awesome From The Outside? Just Wait Till You See The Inside – Slip Talk
18 Ridiculous First World Problems That’ll Make You Think Twice The Next Time You Bitch About Something Small – Radass
26-Year-Old Quits Her Job to Do Snapchat Full-Time – The Hustle
Kelly Rohrbach’s Red Hot Baywatch Swimsuit – G-Celeb
Drunk People Are Way Too Hilarious – Bro My God
First Shots of Alexandra Daddario in ‘Baywatch’ Movie – The Blemish
36 Ridiculously Hot Instagram Photos Of Valeria Orsini – Regretful Morning
I stumbled upon LA-based singer-songwriter, Jessica Rotter, whose warm vocals and soothing melodies grabbed me right from the start. She’s super successful working with such awesome artists like Sam Smith, Daft Punk, and Alicia Keys.
Meet, Aspen, a 4-year-old Golden Retriever with a knack for adventure.
It’s Hard To Imagine That This Dog Was On Her Death Bed After Seeing How Happy She Is Now – Slip Talk
Life Hacks From The 90’s That Are Totally Useless Today – Caveman Circus
The 14 Most Insane Things Happening Right Now – Linkiest
6 Creative Life Hacks for Living With Dogs – Dogster
10 Rock Songs Painted by a Woman Who Sees Music – Heavy Metal
Can Dogs Experience Jealousy? – Dog Channel
Paul McCartney and Beck being refused entry into a Grammy’s afterparty – The Blemish
A Baby Dolphin Died Because Tourists Wanted Selfies With Her – The Dodo
Picasso’s Self Portrait Evolution From Age 15 To Age 90 – Bored Panda
Lady Gaga celebrated her birthday as a Yeti – Evil Beet Gossip
Man skips work for 6 years; no one notices – Newser
Kylie Jenner in a sexy photoshoot – G-Celeb
Can This 1 Easy Exercise Destroy Diabetes? – Simple Blood Sugar Fix
Life is all about having a good time (32 Photos) – Bad Sentinel
Ditch the Winter Blues! Visit the Top 10 Beaches in the U.S. – Parade
Found this awesome track by SLEEPLUST, and I totally understand why people say the group leaves you wanting more. Their music can get dark, but has a way of always staying catchy. The song “My Place” is indie dream synth pop at it’s best.
Spanish restaurant El Celler de Can Roca regained its title as the world’s best restaurant on Monday, fending off previous winner Noma. But what makes Can Roca so special? Seldom does one establishment have such a recipe for success where each brother has excelled in their own field starting with Joan’s culinary direction as the executive chef, Josep’s impeccable choice and collection of wine as the sommelier and Jordi’s creativity as the pastry chef that is as whacky as Willy Wonka. Separately, they produce brilliance. What they bring together as a team is a gastronomic experience that is difficult to match.
The World, according to Joan Roca’s latest travels, was expressed through various bite-size morsels presented in a paper lantern representing the earth. The waiter proceeded by opening up the globe to reveal the contents. If there was one thing Can Roca does well it is their playful presentation. Creativity is not something that is lacking here.
In the fall of 1973 I was studying as a freshman at NYU, and after failing to make my initial train home to Maine, I was rushing through Grand Central on the evening before Thanksgiving 1973 when I spotted you, emerging from one of the railways, with a look of utter confusion on your face. You had the blondest hair I had ever seen, and a plaid dress. I had never seen a plaid dress before.
I was, in those days, terribly shy, and if I am honest with myself, I’ve never shook that stubborn sense of timidity or loneliness in crowds. To this day, trying to explain the uncharacteristic courageousness that seized me in that moment, and inspired me to walk up to you and say “are you lost?” is almost completely beyond me.
You were studying at Olberlin, and on your way to spend Thanksgiving with your aunt in Jersey City. After explaining to you where you could get a bus, I asked, in spite of knowing it would mean sacrificing my last chance to spend the holiday with my family (and likely infuriate my over-protective mother), if you wanted to get a drink and you said yes.
We walked out into a rainy Manhattan street and ducked into the first (cheap) bar we saw, where I ordered us two bottles of beer. Now in my 50’s, when with any luck a man might finally begin to acquire that elusive thing called wisdom, I know that there is nothing more exciting yet rare in life than making a true connection with someone. I have always been too sentimental for my own good, but in all honesty, I have never felt more at ease with anyone than I did laughing and talking to you that dimly lit midtown bar.
When I confessed that I purposefully missed my train to keep talking to you, you smiled slyly and said “well I guess it’s only fair that I miss my bus.” With no money for a cab, we walked to my Lower East Side dorm room, which was deserted aside from my German classmate Franklin, who kindly gave us a half-finished bottle of red wine.
We made love that night, and in the morning coached one another through shaky phone calls to our angry relatives back home. With the November cold turning the night’s rain into a dreary wintery mix, we stayed in bed all day, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes, discussing politics and philosophy. You told me you had never felt “so New York before.”
That evening, you took a bus to Jersey City. A few weeks later I received a letter from California. You sent no return address, and I never saw you again.
I have been married twice since then – once divorced, and once widowed. I have had a successful career as an English professor, and am a proud father. My life has known its share of triumphs and heartaches, of love and loss. Against my better judgement, I haven’t forgotten that day – and, at least once a year, while mowing the lawn, or reading a newspaper, the details come back to me.
Perhaps, if life’s strange circumstances can permit it, we can have a second drink.
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.
Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.