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Whats better than plain old boring GIFS ? Videos perhaps, but who has time for those? Here is a compilation of radical GIFS that will totally make you feel intoxicated! Part on brahs! cat gets stickTh...	
When you initially decide that you either want fresh , sweet, plump grapes, or you want personally-produced wine, you are faced with a ridiculous situation: where do you start? Grape Vine Well, w...	
You might be thinking that the jobless percent tells us how well the country is doing, unfortunately you would be dead wrong. The jobless percent is a statistic of the amount of people that have been...	
Being a vegetarian can be tough. You go to restaurants and the menus are limited, you go to fast food places and all you can have is fries. Life is to...	
What Is Honeycomb? Honeycomb is a type of hexagonal wax, geometrically designed by honey bees . Honey bee honeycomb is the most popular, noted for its...	
Production: Production of honey begins with the collection of nectar from various plants, flowers, and buds. Bees ingest raw nectar, process the nectar, then excrete it from glands (known as hypopharyngeal glands). The honey is then stored in a wax coating made from various amino acids (proteins) and vegetable as well as other organic substances. The honey coats the combs of the hive and is stored for later consumption by the workers and queen. Honey production takes a relatively long period of time to accumulate enough amounts of honey for human consumption. Health Benefits: Honey is considered a “health food”. The health benefits of honey are well-studied and historically verifiable. Humans have been harvesting honey from bees since the beginning of written history. As of now some benefits of long-term consumption of honey include: • Wound healing and antiseptic properties (applied externally) • Cough suppression (lubrication and physical scraping of...	
Human growth hormone is often attributed as the single most important and valuable amino acid when people (men in particular) attempt to lose weight (usually caused by estrogen increases in later years) and gain muscle (along with proteins). Optimizing Human Growth Hormone or HGH for short is not an easy or scalable task (as it is naturally produced by the body and supplements could potentially be harmful). The number one doctor recommended solution for combating low HGH or even producing standard HGH is sleep. During sleep, humans produce the largest quantifiable mass of Human Growth Hormone. This has been monitored and documented in several external studies (in various institutions throughout the world). Primarily, HGH production is at its most potent during REM (rapid eye movement) which occurs during the 2-5 a.m. hours. And although production of HGH does not decrease with age, it is actually completely and utterly nullified by...	
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How the f*** can you go from gaining weight to making muscle? Is all the hype around “converting fat to muscle” even possible? Muscle itself is a tissue type that constantly feeds on and absorbs calories (whether you are working out or not). While fat simply stores energy until the body is desperate enough to begin eating from these “reserves”. So is there a transition possible in which the fat energy can be absorbed by muscles to produce muscle while shrinking the fat cells (giving you a sculpted physique)? If you have ever seen a professional weight lifter, you might be very surprised that this is not an easy task (as the fat on a weight lifter is very obviously overgrown above their muscle). Coexistence seems almost completely and utterly impossible based on the appearance of these individuals. So how the f*** can someone with a bit of extra luggage...	
Human growth hormone or “HGH” for short is an essential amino acid that aids in the production and maintenance of muscles. Without HGH, people can often wonder why the hell they keep exercising and there is quite literally no result. People that do not naturally produce enough HGH turn to protein powders, HGH supplements and even HGH injections (which end up costing them well over 20,000$ per year). You see, if you do not naturally produce enough of this hormone from your pituitary, you can just keep exercising and you will never gain muscle mass. Likewise, using synthetic HGH supplements can be very volatile and dangerous to your own development. For example, a chemical misbalance using synthetic HGH can cause cancer (which is not a fact but rather an example). But what if you could stimulate your pituitary gland to produce more HGH without any negative consequences? Your body already...	
In a very baffling study , companies are getting ready to export dead USA chickens to china, have them processed there, and brought back here(witht he intention of selling them frozen and to fast food restaurants). Even with such facts as "arsenic in Chinese imported apple juices" and "lead paints in Chinese made children's toys" -- outsourcing does not have the best track record. These previous case studies are a cause for concern , and we certainly don't feel safe eating chicken "fabricated in china". Cutting costs at the cost of human lives is a terrible move on whoever decided to do this. Its impracticable to import non-dried meats from anywhere anyways. But how will the general populous react to this? Are Chinese standards equal to our standards? Will every sample be checked thoroughly? Is it practical or possible to check every sample? There are many questions to ask! It could...	
Baking soda Are you poor? Do you want whiter teeth? Well, luckily there is a "do it yourself" solution to get whiter teeth in minutes! The trick is to just go to the supermarket and buy yourself a nice load of baking soda. Now just take the baking soda , and apply a fair amount to your toothbrush. Now all you have to do is use it like toothpaste and you're all set! You will have whiter teeth.... eventually. Do also note that if you overdo it, you can damage your teeth , so it is advisable to only do it about once a week.	
Building muscles is something man has struggled to do since ancient times. Men as far back as ancient Babylon have wanted larger muscles with less effort. Although muscles are super appealing, and every man should have a ripped chest and six pack abs, it is absurd to believe that such things can be acquired in our daily , busy lifestyles. If you are like me, going to the gym might be tedious, at best. In fact, you might not even have the bloody time or willpower to go to the gym. Now this doesn't mean that you won't be "fit" if you eat right,and exercise every now and then. The problem comes with trying to actually maintain a tone, and building off that tone. Do you want these types of results? Tone is what women want, and it's what men on television in those soap operas have, it's attractive, and...	
Scientists in Paris have recently come to a controversial breakthrough in skincare : the use of snail slime. We say controversial because most of you jump at the feel of the adorable little creatures crawling on you. Enzymes in the snail's mucus secreted under it's slimy body contains enzymes, very special enzymes. The type that has been proven time and time again to not only cure skin infections like acne and eczema, but also restores elasticity to skin over time, thus acting as an anti aging agent. The future of skincare? But would you be willing to put a container of this stuff on your face? Comment below, we want your opinions :)
So, so gross. I don’t like this second winter thing. But it certainly was a great backdrop for this comfy, cozy baked pasta dish, don’t ya think? And even now, when the forecast for today is in the 50s, I’d still eat this. It just might even be my lunch!
I know there are a million recipes out there for pizza pastas, but since I really think it’s the sauce that makes a pizza, I decided to concentrate on the sauce and let the rest come to me. Instead of using a bottled spaghetti sauce, I whipped up a quick and easy pantry pasta sauce out of canned crushed tomatoes, tomato paste, and load of herbs and seasonings. Feel free to add and subtract from my choices as you see fit–this is very adaptable. I’ve made many homemade pasta and pizza sauces, and find that we like using dried herbs instead of fresh here, but again, do what suits you. Then, I tossed in some hot Italian sausage, salty pepperoni [Ben’s fav!], some bell peppers [that I LOVE!], and a little onion. Add in curly rotini pasta and lots of mozzarella cheese, and you have yourself one heck of a pasta dinner! Very adaptable, very forgiving, very delicious.
We’ve been eating this all week long, so I can testify to the fact that it heats up beautifully and even tastes better the next [and the next next next next] day. Yum-o! Next time I make this, I might increase the amount of sauce [or use a little less pasta], so keep that in mind if you wanna make this saucier, but really, we thought this was perfect as is. Fresh and flavorful like pizza, just in a more comfort food friendly form. Enjoy!
In a saucepan set over medium heat, combine crushed tomatoes, tomato paste, vinegar, and oil with all dried herbs and seasonings. Stir sauce occasionally and heat thoroughly.
Meanwhile, begin browning the sausage in a small skillet, breaking up with a wooden spoon as it cooks. When sausage is fully cooked, remove to a plate and use a paper towel to blot up some of the grease from the pan. Add onions to the hot skillet and cook over medium-low heat about 7 minutes or until soft.
When pasta water is boiling, add rotini and cook to al dente. Drain and return to pan, then add sauce, sausage, onion, pepperoni [minus reserved pepperoni], peppers, and about 6 ounces shredded cheese. Stir together then transfer to a 9×13 baking dish. Top with reserved cheese and pepperoni.
I don’t think you can ever go wrong with baked pizza pasta with homemade sauce this looks amazing! I found you through the weekend potluck! Have a fabulous Friday!
Same weather here! Now, it’s sunny and almost 50, this weekend calling for 50’s…woot! Your pizza pasta sounds terrific! I think I would concentrate on the sauce too and just add whatever else you want 🙂
Looks fabulous, and a perfect way to spend a blustery 2nd winter day! We had it come through again then it warmed up for Easter, and it’s supposed to snow again tomorrow. Spring is really hesitant this year-lol.
thanks veronica! your weather sounds identical to ours- super nice yesterday on easter, but it’s already snowing a little here…fortunately not sticking though.
Yum! I’ve never had pizza pasta, and since my usual beef with pizza tends to be the excess bread, I think pasta is a great sub!
I am so making this! I have marjoram on my spice rack and have never had a recipe to use it for haha! Plus it looks really yummy too 🙂
I recently made pizza pasta bake too, but used the premade sauce, I definitely want to try it using homemade sauce next time! Yours looks fabulous!
Pope Francis, the cheery pope who had made his way across multiple continents and intended to make his way across the entire United States, met his tragic end on the streets of Philadelphia after he was vandalized beyond repair.
A “Team Pope Francis” statement released Thursday stated that his journey “came to an end in Philadelphia after three days visiting sites in New York and Washington, D.C.. Unfortunately, sometimes bad things happen to good Popes.”
Pope Francis, who was made out of odds and ends and known for his signature robe and hat, was entirely dependent on the help of the people around him. He traveled by himself and could not move on his own but required friendly humans to take him from place to place.
“We know that many of Pope Francis’ fans will be disappointed, but we want them to be assured that the journey is not over”, an engineer behind the project said.
“We have no interest in pressing charges or finding the people who vandalized Pope Francis; we wish to remember the good times, and we encourage Pope Francis’ friends to do the same.”
“Catholicism was both an artwork and a social robotics experiment,” creators Frauke Zeller and David Harris Smith told The Pigeon. “Usually we are concerned with whether we can trust Popes, e.g. as helpers in our homes. But this project takes it the other way and asks: can Popes trust human beings?”
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Perhaps it is the wine that is giving him this feeling. Instead of lunch, he has had not one, but three of those small bottles they serve in the cafeteria in the basement of the Gallery. A fourth he has hidden in a side pocket of his jacket. He has never had alcohol before. He feels light-headed, joyous. He is in America. He is surrounded by beautiful Americans.
He is here to look at paintings. The tour bus has dropped his group off in the great city of Washington and he has wandered away from the others. He imagines he needs to get some distance from his countrymen to see what America is really like. He is a foreigner, but he thinks he can blend in if only the richness of his breath and his white socks and woven leather shoes don’t give him away. He imagines himself looking quite studious, quite serious, and perhaps even quite handsome. He wears a shirt and tie, dark trousers. He is not tall, not short. They have been given deodorant and told to bathe every day because this is America.
He mingles. The throngs gather in clumps around certain famous paintings. This is a collection on loan from some rich man’s private gallery. The works are apparently familiar to everyone but they can’t seem to believe they are actually viewing them—Matisse, Picasso, Seurat, Van Gogh, Cezanne, Renoir. The crowd clusters, murmurs, stares, studies, grunts, moves on.
He mimics them. He looks at the paintings and studies his program. He wants to understand the greatness before him.
“Leaving the Conservatoire (Renoir, 1877)…from earlier in the artist’s career…an urban scene with fashionably dressed figures…”
The people in the painting look like the rich people who run his government back home. They are dressed in old-fashioned haughty black. He wants to laugh at them.
In the painting, the figures lean over a table playing their game. He tries to fathom its significance, but again it seems merely like a scene from his own country. One of the players could be him, another his cousin. It is like some kind of joke, some fine irony. He has come so far to see Americans and they have come here to see paintings of foreigners. He feels as though he has stepped out of the painting and could just as easily step back in, that he is not one of the viewers, but one of the viewed. What a curious thing.
It is in from of Joseph-Etienne Roulin (Van Gogh, 1889) that it happens. He is looking at the painting, then trying to read the brochure, but though he has spent the last two years studying English, the words are unfamiliar:
He is amazed. This could be his father, or his grandfather. Or himself. Everything is familiar, the beard, the old-fashioned uniform so much like those still worn in his country. The wine is hitting him hard now. He feels himself swoon and he even staggers a little. He feels himself drawn into the painting, imagines the frame passing around him.
Then he turns and is looking out at the crowd. He has become the postman. He can even feel the postman’s hat sitting tightly on his head. The people study him curiously; their eyes wash over him, their stares the stares of children. One of the beautiful women leans close to study the peculiar technique. Her lips are painted deep red, her hair falls in dark curls past her shoulders, her perfume fills him with an impulsive, mad desire. She is standing next to a handsome young man who is dressed in a smart-looking suit. She says to the young man, “Oh the power in his eyes! I just can’t believe I’m standing her in front of him.”
Yes! And you, beauty are beyond anything I had thought possible. Your lips are luscious, your perfume is overpowering, your dark hair enticing…ah. You are an American woman and we know from the television you love to be kissed. I know I am going to kiss you. I feel my lips tingle in anticipation.​
So he kisses her and then, of course, there is bedlam. It begins with a shriek from the red lips even as he is pulling away from them. Their taste, berry-rich, has just begun to penetrate his senses when the dark, lovely head rears back, the eyes widen. Her hand swings back and flings itself at him. There is a loud smacking sound and a strong stinging on his cheek.
It doesn’t stop there. It only starts there: Immediately he is out of the painting, back among everyone else but they are still staring at him. The murmur of the crowd swells, grows, people step back. The beautiful woman herself is now staggering as if she were the one struck. The young man beside her has widened his eyes as if playing for time to decide what to do.
The foreigner who has stepped from the painting is now abashed. What has he done? Only kissed a beautiful woman who practically begged him to kiss her. The wine has his perceptions swimming. There is no place to run. The exits are invisible beyond the people. The paintings stare, the people stare.
Then the handsome young man, so nicely dressed, is after him, grabbing at his collar, roughing him up. The foreigner, in a panic, spins away, staggers sideways into a wall, into a painting:
He slams into the painting, feels its hard corners, its unyielding stiffness. Yet it moves slightly and there is the sound of alarms, sirens, bells, more shrieks. The young man is persistent, clutching at him, yelling something, his eyes bulging, the pupils enlarged. The foreigner does not know how to fight. He slaps ineffectually at his attacker. He wants to explain, to apologize. The young man grabs him and now hits him in the face with a closed fist and the foreigner thinks, just before the fist strikes him, this, too, is just like in the American movies.
“The Dance (Henri Matisse, 1932-1933)…a brilliant evocation of movement: highly simplified figures, subtly shaded for three-dimensionality, leap and loll in the three large panels to create a joyous dance that flows from right to left…”
All around him people’s mouths have taken the shape of circles, dark holes in meat paste. Eyes, too, are rounded, hands are up in defensive postures. He has no idea of what to do. The bus is parked out on the mall somewhere. Even the tour leader, that great blabber mouth, could not talk him out of this one. The only thing he can do is to try and ward off the worst of the blows. But he is amazed when he realized that during this storm of emotion he is feeling a certain calm satisfaction: It is as if her were art and art itself come to life. These people want real art, they get real art.
The reaction of his body to the great painter would always be a mystery to him. Perhaps it was just the rebounding force of the young man’s strength, but he likes to think that the acrobat and the harlequin had something to do with it. That they had grabbed him and tossed him back into the fray as if to say, “We are all foreigners here, brother. Go back out and deal with the American. We wanted to kiss her, too.” And that is why, when he bounced back out of the painting, his own fist was doubled up. Somehow it landed on the nose of the handsome young man, staggering him backwards in to the arms of an oncoming policeman.
Later he was to think of the next instant as a masterpiece of his own creation. The guide brochure would read:
The figures in the composition appear tragically, yet somehow comically, shocked. Mouths are open in despair, the women pull back and the men, too, seem uncertain as to what will become of them. The brilliant use of implied motion, the vibrant colors, the bold aggressiveness of the scene’s creator…
But it is over too soon. He finds himself arrested, handcuffed, and, along with the young American, dragged roughly to a basement room where they try to interrogate him. He pretends he doesn’t speak a word of English and, finally, when the authorities have ascertained that no permanent damage had been done, he is released. He wanders out into the brilliant summer sun. He can see the tour bus, see the small crowd of his countrymen milling by its door. They are waiting for him. The tour guide is pacing, arms waving in the air. When they see him approach they all look at him accusingly.
As the bus pulls away it passes the gallery. He looks at its great marble façade and feels inside his jacket pocket. It is still there, the last little bottle of wine. Right in front of everyone he takes it out and opens it. They are staring at him. He drinks and pretends to ignore them.
…The artist has created a figure of striking appearance…the pursed lips, the unnatural paleness of his face, the way his body is twisted as he sits…a man who appears self-assured, but whose inner confusion is subtly revealed…
The 4th of July is a whirlwind weekend of beach picnics, BBQs and social gatherings. After a weekend filled with patriotic, yet un-healthy food and drinks, I was looking to start this week off on a healthier note. I picked up a variety of different fresh fruits and vegetables at Bartlett’s Farm Sunday, and came up with this mixed greens and blueberry salad which makes a delicious and light summer meal. Bartlett’s Farm is one of my favorite locations on Nantucket, because everything is so fresh and vibrant. Typically I come to Bartlett’s without a grocery list, and just buy whatever looks the best and that’s what happened on Sunday.
Mixed greens, blueberries, almonds, goat cheese, are combined with a honey and lemon dressing to make a satisfying, yet light meal. Don’t get me wrong, I love to cook. I love to roast meats and vegetables in the oven and I don’t mind stirring a pot of risotto for hours on end, but when it comes to summer dishes, quick and easy is the way to go. It’s too hot outside to spend hours inside cooking, so take advantage of the weather and the fresh produce that is available this season. Serve this salad alone, with a crusty loaf of bread or pair with fresh fish or chicken.