Never heard of cluster flies.
into the wild style. →
I had mentioned to a friend of a friend the other day how the progress of technology is starting to scare me. I feel like we are becoming desensitized to what technology should actually be used for. We were talking about cars that control themselves, and it scares me that we are so willing to give control of everything over to machines. When it comes to something that can kill me, or has a major impact on my life, I like to know I have a bit of control. Real, organic control. I am terrified to think of that day that this control over our lives doesn’t exist anymore.
Running is a sanctuary for me. It keeps me centered. I can’t take my cell phone or my computer. I can be unavailable and completely selfish.
Tanna Frederick, Stage and film actress
Running along our journey doesn’t only teach us how to keep moving forward through what life throws at us, it also makes us into the best version of ourselves.
Ashley Erickson, freelance fitness writer/editor
Games require skill. Running requires endurance, character, pride, physical strength, and mental toughness. Running is a test, not a game. A test of faith, belief, will, and trust in one’s self. So hardcore that it needs a category all to itself to define the pain. When game players criticize, it’s because they aren’t willing to understand, not because they’re stronger. Running is more than a sport; it’s a lifestyle. If you have to ask us why we run, you’ll never understand, so just accept.
Jessica Propst
However cushy this island living is, being back out on the water does instantly transport me back to a muskoka summer, with the setting sun shimmering through the trees and off the water. That is until castle ruins come into view.
And this is how the Irish camp….or “glamp” as they like to call it. Don’t know what to make of how cushy this island living is.
The kiss of death.This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
(via gazzelle)
