77 home made sushi rolls, wasabi, pickled ginger, white tea... even though im not a fan of traditions, this is the one tradition i like to repeat. happy new year :) may u guys have a nice one. and if we never meet again - bon voyage! 💋
My mother just sent me this stunning photo of the Red square. Merry Christmas everyone! #fromRussiawithlove
Im making apple fritters. Its an old Danish Christmas tradition, and normally they are served as a desert with jam and icing sugar, but I prefer to have them for breakfast. The dough is amazingly soft, fluffy and tender, and very fragrant, with a scent of vanilla and lemon peel. The flavour reminds me of pancakes, but it so much more delicious. Yum!
The last few days left many of us in a state of fenzy and panic. People are rushing to join other social networks, and reviving the old accounts. I have evaluated all the options and came to this conclusion. There isn't a single platform out there yet that is able to recreate everything that we like about G+: beautiful, simple layout, broad audience appeal, strong communities, public profile etc. For me as a quality oriented content creator, these things are absolutely nessesary. They are the reason why I'm here - and not on FB, Insta, MeWe whatnot- in the first place. For this reason I am not going anywhere. It's also too early: there is still almost a year before the shutdown. It's possible that I will end up in a situation with no viable alternatives. But I'm certain that it will be a temporary thing: other appealing platforms will emerge on the market. Besides, I'd much rather be "home-less" than "home-sick" in a place I don't like and where I don't belong. This is the true north of my moral compass. It has never let me down.
In the meantime we can exchange contact details & you can always find on my website www.redbloodedwoman.com or on YouTube. Yes, the future is uncertain; our destination unknown. But if I learned anything about life is that the greatest failures bring the biggest changes. It's often the failures - and not successes- that are the driving force behind innovation and progress. So don't be afraid of change. This isn't the end. There is a lot more in store for us.
#google #shutdown #sunsetting #plus #future #migration
So it seems our journey together will soon come to an end..... wow, so many beautiful memories, so many lives touched. Ive been here from day one, Ive seen this network grow and change. And looking back it really makes me feel nostalgic: during all my little photoshoots, traveling experiences and personal life-changing events that Ive gone through, I always had u guys in mind. Some of u peeps have really made a difference in my life, u should know that. U have become like second family to me and its strange to think that soon we will all be spread out in the endless realms of internet again. I really hope we can all migrate together to another platform and keep in touch, but I also know that it probably won't be the case for all of u, and I will inadvertently lose some of my precious friends... and when it does happen then u should know that Im so grateful for having gotten to know u and I will miss u a lot! Life wouldn't have been & wont be the same without ur support. But Im happy I shared all these years with u and I wouldn't change a thing. Xoxo
mmm my olive&cherry tomato& mozzarella focaccia turned out so delish. i used this recipe with a few little alterations: https://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/bread-recipes/three-flavour-focaccia/
Do you work in an office? You need to watch this Korean thriller/horror movie. And if you dont, watch it anyway! Its funny, entertaining, but also shockingly satisfying and its a brilliant metaphor for the realities of our cut-throat slave-labour workaholic career obsessed office-zombie world. Also, revenge is sweet. 😈 Psst... I even watched it while I was at the office! lolz.
watch it here with english subs: https://televisi21.tv/office-2015/
Что вашего имени проще?
Прислушаюсь только - а в нем:
И Волга, и легкие рощи,
И в черной смородине дом.
Как детства зеленая давность,
Как песни некошеный луг
Московский ваш говор и плавность
Черемухой пахнущих рук.
Но разве зрачки виноваты,
Что в их золотящейся тьме,
Такие бывают закаты,
Как в Кинешме иль Костроме?
И разве не вышиты брови
Хвоинкой на снежной парче,
Чтоб петь мне о древней любови
С татарской стрелою в плече?
О, песня, кляня и ревнуя,
Нам не в чем друг друга судить,
Другую под солнцем целуя,
Не мог я тебе изменить.
Подымем высокую жалость
Костром на вечереющей мгле,
Споем, как давно не певалось,
На милой, на грешной земле!
Хочу под дождями косыми,
В березах родного пути,
Я легкое русское имя
- 1929, Всеволод Рождественский
Hi guys, so sorry for not replying u earlier, I just recently got home and immediately came down with a really nasty flu, a rather dramatic way to end a dramatic vacation. Turns out I dogded a tropical storm, which was supposed to hit Sardinia, and the city where I stayed, a few days ago. Over the last few months I've felt increasingly on edge, had felt this ominous feeling, sort of like something bad is about to happen. It could be that I've just had too much on my plate recently, but I also started having these recurring dreams about death and dying. The scenarios are always different: my grandparents die, my friends die, I die, I kill someone...
Then yesterday I got to know my grandpa in Russia got a hip fracture, and is in the hospital, while my bedridden grandma is denying to eat anything. Had he not started drinking again with dodgy people this could've been avoided. Now their future seems bleak and all my childhood terrors have resurrected. I grew up in an environment of addiction and instability, worrying about them since the day I can remember, wondering whether they would come home mutilated or die some horrible death... They are 80 years old today. And still, to this day the same horrors haunt me. Alas.
And then today, I had another one of these dreams again...
This time I dreamt I was walking down a large dirty avenue, wearing a white lace skater dress. The light was sickly grey, and the traffic rushed past, stirring up dust. I came across a white washed family house that stood on the side of the road. It turned out to be a coffee shop. I walked in and looked around: it had a hip atmosphere with warm light shinning over wooden tables, and shelves full of books that lined the walls. On the other side of the coffee stand I could see a couple of my friends enjoying their lattes. I waved at them, and joined them for a coffee and as it often happens in dreams - time slipped by with no tangible perception of movement. Then a shadow crossed the window outside. My friends eyes widened, her voice gave out her fear, "He's here. For you."
He? Who is he? I didn't know him, and yet I did: good looking, intelligent, sarcastic, his dark eyes glittering with insidious intent. And as I looked at him through the window I was transfixed not only by his allure and intriguing character, but also by his height. He towered above me like a storm cloud and I was at the mercy of his formidable force.
Not waiting a second longer, I leaped to the front door, flung it wide open. A gust of wind swept inside, scattering the tissue papers on the floor and ruffling my hair. But I was already gone, zig-zagging through the traffic, to the other side of the street. Through the honking of the car horns, I could hear my friends calling out to me..
The sky behind me grew darker, the shrubs in front of me stopped swaying from side to side. I walked through them and I found myself in a shabby neighborhood with rows of low rise concrete-panelled appartement buildings that resembled old Soviet Khrushevkas, decrepit ghosts of the past. My heart was pounding, my head was going round. Everywhere I looked I saw a dizzying mosaik of patchy balconies. Not a soul around. And no places to hide. But I had to hide. He was coming. I had to hide.
I noticed that one of balconies on the first floor had its balcony door open. I immediately rushed to the balcony, climbed inside and walked into the appartement. It was just as bare and shoddy as the outside: pale cream walls and poor 60's layout. In the hallway I came face to face with its owner: an older tight-lipped woman in an ankle length old school chintz dress, with a tiny blue daisy pattern. "Please don't kick me out!" I pleaded. She didn't say a word, just nodded and retreated.
With my back pressed against the wall, I slid down and sat on the floor, waiting, anticipating, constantly looking behind my back. The growing fear made my blood run cold. I could sense that he was somewhere near by, closing in on me. The window darkened, and a shadow crossed my face. He was outside, peeking in, and he knew exactly where I was hiding. And in that moment I heard distant screams. Shots were fired.
It was my friends. What's going on? Without a second thought, I stormed out of the appartement. I saw him walking slowly on the lawn between the buildings, holding a black ak-47, aiming through the scope with a frown, firing methodical, precise rounds... And then i did something that I cannot explain. I ran out in front of him. I just stood there, looking at him, as the barrel pointed directly at me, his finger already pulling the trigger. In slow motion, I watched the shells fly out of the chamber and hit the grown. He didn't even blink once.
Shots echoed though the neighborhood, until the sound dissipated in the heavy storm clouds. Silence returned once again. I fell to the ground; my body riddled with bullets, my white dress becoming saturated with blood. I died in his arms, knowing that it was never his intention for it to end this way.
Photo: Until the first snow by Christine Muraton http://fav.me/d5i1avr
I always believed that if you could free yourself from the shackles of negative experiences, fears and all the limiting beliefs that have been put into your head over the years by society and people, you would be reborn here on Earth, without having to die first, and the world would be your oyster. And If I were ever to experience this rejuvenation and liberation, and rise up from the waves like the Venus of Botticelli, then it would be no other place but here, on the pristine and solitary beach of Cala Tinnari, in the valley of silent rocks, on Costa Paradiso coastline. There is no future or past here, just a presence of eternity that speaks to you in a universal language, that you never learned, but have always known in your heart.
I have sinned... 😳 but it feels like paradise!! strong menthol strachetella ice cream, chocolate cake and butter cream almond rum cake o m g g g g g g g g
Sardinia has a lot to offer. Lot's of beautiful beaches and coves to visit, small Italian cities, and good food - Dolce vita! I've been so busy the last few days exploring, diving, hiking, swimming, shopping (and eating) that I'm now more tired than ever lol! Its 32 C/ 90 F, but u dont feel it, because of Maestrale, the northwestern sea breeze, which keeps you cool, comfy and allows for a lot of sport activities.