Monthly Archives: June 2015

Awesome piece about elitist diners who just don’t get the reality of service industry work…

WaPo Writer Loses His Shit Over Servers Taking Away Empty Plates

http://feeds.gawker.com/~r/jezebel/full/~3/Jz2-qvyJXSg/wapo-writer-loses-his-shit-over-servers-taking-away-emp-1713751166

~ Gigi ~

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The Kimchi Incident.

Very funny story that’s sure to elicit a giggle or two. Enjoy 🙂

Snippet:

” He and his girlfriend had made a trip to the local Asian market and they purchased some authentic kimchi.  To say he was proud of it is an understatement.  The first thing we saw when we arrived was basically a shrine highlighting his find. “

mojoshawn


We were in our twenties and our pallets were moving beyond Hot Pockets.  The gang would get together every few weeks and have a food fest.  We’d strap on the feed bag until we were basically immobile.  One of my friends in particular has always been a great chef. His name is Craig.  Well, he says his name is “Craig”, I suppose it could be George.  How does a person truly know?  Hmmmm.  Anyway, George…I mean Craig, was hosting a Vietnamese fondue party.  It was about the third time he had gone with this theme and he was tuning the ethnicity factor to try and be as accurate as he could.   He and his girlfriend had made a trip to the local Asian market and they purchased some authentic kimchi.  To say he was proud of it is an understatement.  The first thing we saw when we arrived was…

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american idiot

Very funny blog post. Well written and entertaining.

A snippet from this post :

“This is just one of the several challenges I encounter as an American walking down the street in London. Half the time I can’t find the street sign at all–why is it plastered up on the building? In America, we paint our street signs green and stick them in middle of the sidewalk so we can watch people who are texting-while-walking walk face-first into a street sign!”

dana cass

“D’ya want [incomprehensible noise]?”

“Um, I’m sorry, what?”

“D’ya want [incomprehensible noise]?”

“I’m–um–sorry, one more time?”

“D’ya want [incomprehensible noise]?”

“I… no. No, thanks.”

I am in London, in a cafe on Charlotte Street, where I learn in short order that drip coffee is an American thing, and there is something else that I could have on my avocado toast, but I don’t know what it is and I’m not going to say yes on the off-chance it’s Marmite. That seems like the kind of stunt they might pull in a country where coffee is served in cups that look like doll furniture. Nobody’s awake enough to know better.

It’s the first time I’ve left America in nearly a decade. I live in a world where this is rare: as an employee of a multinational corporation, and also a white person who went to liberal arts college, my unmarked passport is a curiosity…

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Matty Smith’s Photographs Display Vibrant Life Lurking Just Below Sea Level | Colossal

Absolutely stunning

http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2015/06/matty-smith-over-under/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+colossal+%28Colossal%29

~ Gigi ~

Creativity, Squirrels, and UFOs

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Nothing sucks quite as much as being creatively stifled by your own deficiencies. I’m talking about your brain being full of ideas that don’t seem to come to fruition. It’s maddening when your dreams are full of concepts, storylines, and art, that rarely become reality. The worst aspect of it is knowing that it’s your own fault this happens. Read the rest of this entry

Evocative Photos Highlight New Zealand’s Largest Street Gang

Evocative Photos Highlight New Zealand’s Largest Street Gang

I think these photos are beautiful and full of humanity.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/06/10/mighty-mongrel-mob_n_7553580.html?ncid=edlinkushpmg00000030

~ Gigi ~

Once upon a time…in real life 

Funny and true

A Girl In Europe

  • The bit where Carrie goes for cocktails in Sex and the City would be 2 for £8 pitchers at her local wetherspoons.
  • Whenever Hugh Grant was being charmingly English, people wouldn’t actually be ale to understand him and the local veg man would shout ‘eh what you talking about mate??’.
  • The Prince Charming never arrives on a steed or even in a limousine always on the Bus.
  • The weird tablet written in ancient unused script would remain unread because you only actually have to learn 2 modern foreign languages at school.
  • Nobody would be able to actually understand what Chewbacca says and he would have been dropped from the group for logistical reasons. Plus everyone would be getting annoyed with his hair.
  • Peoples cars would never be thaaaat shiny, somebody would have written ‘clean me’ and then drawn a phallic symbol on the back of the really dusty ones.
  • People…

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Silliness to Brighten Your Day

In my aimless net wandering, I often come across really silly stuff that makes me laugh. Here’s little something to make you chuckle as you start your day. Just click the title to read the actual story. Enjoy! 🙂

Hamzilla!

You Mean Peeps Are Real?!?

I’ll Take a Double Shot of Buttermilk Please

New Definition of Scapegoat?

Parroting On a Whole New Level

Lace

There was no option to leave a comment on this beautiful post, so I am reblogging it, with the comment “Brava! The truth you tell here is beautiful.”

Sarah Ditum

lace

I learned to make lace when I was small, solemnly winding my bobbins with white thread then working over the pillow with deepest concentration – twisting and crossing the splints of wood, carefully weighted with scavenged beads, never learning so well that my hands could work without stumbling, but working all the same. I made my first few pieces, slack-tensioned and a little sloppy. My older female relatives and family friends inspected them indulgently but unimpressed. They were Bedfordshire women who had learned the needle arts at school, women who had been educated for domesticity, women who could not believe that I would leave school at 16 unable to knit, sew or make pastry. “I could make this,” my grandma would say, plucking the unhappy hems of my Topshop jumpers. “Didn’t they teach you anything?”

Their lives didn’t stop at what their education had fitted them for, though, because this…

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Hair and boobs

Loved this post and it’s genuineness. I think many of feel the same.

Zsofi Writes

On the morning of my 39th birthday, I was grateful for two things: my hair and my boobs.

There were other things too, of course – the way Sam buried his little face in my hair at 5:30 in the morning. The way he and Drew planned how to surprise me with breakfast and cake and presents.

But my hair and boobs were on my mind the most because in the week leading up to my birthday, one friend had to shave her head and another friend found out she might be losing her breasts.

I sort of hate to feel gratitude like this—it seems like such a selfish feeling. Like by being grateful I am saying that I am grateful that YOU have this horrible disease and not me. I am grateful that I have my hair, but too bad about yours. That’s clearly not what I want to…

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