For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Tuesday 12 November 2013
0164: INTERSPECIES FRIENDSHIPS
Animals of different species can be friends. Humans too, surely can all be friends - at least we have the advantage of being the same species! Animals being kind to other animals puts a smile on your face and a warmth in your heart.
Check out more interspecies friendships here:
http://www.buzzfeed.com/chelseamarshall/most-touching-interspecies-friendships-you-never-thou
0163: LOOKING THROUGH PHOTO ALBUMS
On the weekend, I went to a funeral of someone very close to me. When we back to our friends' house, we looked through dozens of photo albums. I saw all of my family and friends past and present in black and white or seventies film filter. It was just beautiful.
0162: BUTTER
Is there anything better than butter?
Think it over.
Every time you taste something that's delicious beyond imagining, and you say, "What is in this?" the answer is always going to be "butter." It's incredible. It's been whisked into submission, that's why. The day there's a meteorite heading toward the earth and we have 30 days to live, I am going to spend it eating butter. Here's my final word on the subject. You can never have too much butter.
Julie Powell, Julie&Julia
Think it over.
Every time you taste something that's delicious beyond imagining, and you say, "What is in this?" the answer is always going to be "butter." It's incredible. It's been whisked into submission, that's why. The day there's a meteorite heading toward the earth and we have 30 days to live, I am going to spend it eating butter. Here's my final word on the subject. You can never have too much butter.
Julie Powell, Julie&Julia
MMMmmmmmmm. the smell of frying butter. Just like in my grandma's kitchen.
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