Mon boss était en mode je vais mettre la pression sur Mathilde, donc il me dit “j’espère que je pourrais voir les résultats ce soir”. Gentille fille, je fais tout de manière efficace et je finis à 5h10. Fière de moi (ce truc est très répétitif et prend des heures) j’appelle mon boss… qui est parti, sans dire au revoir.
Serious ?
Life, stuff, always for fun.
I held my breath at the last one.
IT WAS COOL AND THEN IT GOT SCARY AS SHIT
i’d say this is a very effective message
If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”
Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.
“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”
The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.
He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.
From top to bottom:
Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke (herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).
Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.
Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.
The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.
Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).
Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).
Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).
Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).
Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.
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Lastest addition to the “things to do one day” list
- Go on a yoga retreat in a paradisal place.
Dans la même veine que “oh mon dieu j’ai des rides comment je ne m’en suis pas aperçue plus tôt”
Je me retourne avant de prendre la douche et la OH MON DIEU c’est des muscles dans mon dos.
Parfois je dirige tout mon entousiasme vers quelque chose de nouveau
Avant c’était le kickboxing parce que c’est super badass et que je sentais un intérêt certain au fait de savoir porter des coups.
En ce moment c’est le Yoga, depuis qu’on a commencé à en faire tous les lundis et que c’est décidément pas si facile que ça. Mon week-end hippie a décuplé l’envie, et je suis heureuse de voir et sentir les premiers résultats . Encore une fois il y a tout à faire puisque j’ai perdu toute souplesse depuis que j’ai arrêté la danse classique au collège…
J’ai récemment lu que pour progresser il fallait en faire un peu tous les jours et depuis quand je suis chez moi je prends quinze minutes pour “saluer le soleil”.
Des fois j’arrive au travail, j’ai manqué de mourir une ou deux fois. Aujourd’hui c’était en rentrant, on a falli me foncer dedans.
Parfois j’ai peur d’avoir un quota de chance et de l’épuiser avec ça.
Je veux revoir ma famille en étant en un seul morceau…
Instead of taking things off the places-to-go-one-day-list, this year seems to add a lot more
Just added : Cinque Terre
What gay men give to the world. A-yup.
On the second one.
There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls. I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.
So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy. He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag. And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.
It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby. Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her. She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost. He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.
BAM. Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger. He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine. Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.
The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture. She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.
Told this story to some guys upstairs. Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.
Gay Avenger is my hero.
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