So I was clicking through the intartubes yesterday, link after link after link, as you do, when I came across Carl Spies'10 Things I Hate About Myself - fascinating, insightful and courageous. I often wonder how many people are introspective enough to understand, appreciate and accept the negative traits about themselves, much less have the balls to take them head on. As for being gutsy enough to exhibit, nay, broadcast themselves in such a fashion..? Hats off to you...
In the world of IT, there is only one man brave enough(ok, maybe two men), determined enough, crazy enough to calm the high spirited Cisco Router. That man, is Sam Finnemore, the stubbies wearing intrepid Adventurer. With his trusty and brave cameraman com padre in tow, the legendary Conrad Zane Minnaar, both these men risk their lives daily to bring you the most exclusive real to life footage of the dangers of the IT jungle!
We recently (ok, about 2 months ago) had the pleasure of watching the Grammy's live where Alicia Keys and John Mayer joined forces to produce a most incredible rocking rendition of Alicia's No One. And here I still find myself still searching for a working link everyday, just to watch this spine-chilliing, skin-tingling permutation of what was already an excellent slow-jam R&B hit.
The boys at ChumpStyle have once again picked the pearls from the pebbles and thanks to them, I am able to introduce the post and group thats had me choking on my sammiches and falling off chairs for almost 72 hours straight.
Vernon, fame is upon you. Its only a matter of time before the fortunes come cascading in.
So, yesterday turned out to be one of the roughest days I've ever had travelling. I felt it over here and my dear Ingrid felt it back home. There are so many stressful elements to count and keep track of and it really does get overwhelming from time to time, however I'm glad to report the world seems like a lovelier and more beautiful place this fine morning.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I'm off to Amsterdam tomorrow morning at sparrow's fart. Catch you there Jackson!
I left the office this evening a little tired and distraught; I
missed my love on the other side of the equator. After 5 blisteringly
painful minutes in Yet Another Hotel Room and a bit of squinting at my
map (well, how would you pronounce “Iparmuveszeti“), I decided enough
was enough and set out to explore the streets of Budapest.