I got these cool acrylics as a gift by Shanell Moreno my brothers girlfriend and i love them can't wait to do some crazy 3D nail designs with these, and the wonder bond glue is supper strong.
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 30, 2011
Blingalicious Nailzzzzzzzz
Who loves bling? I love bling on ma Nailzzz that is. I've been checking out Japanese magazine online like Nail Max (i wish i could have them) but their way to prizey anyways. This next nail design is inspired by the Japanese nail art. Hope you like my attempt at Japanese nails oh and the bow i actually did it 3D bow.
Used: OPI 'Your Villa or Mine?', Essie 'Master Plan' and Rimmel 'Black Satin'
with my very own hand made 3D Bow
Aug 29, 2011
Halong Bay Amazing Place
Majestic and mysterious, inspiring and bidders: words alone can not do justice to the natural wonder that is Halong Bay. Imagine 3000 or more incredible islands rising from the emerald waters of the Gulf of Tonkin, and you have a vision of breathtaking beauty. Halong Bay is pure art, a priceless collection of unfinished sculptures carved by nature.
In 1994 he was named a World Heritage Site. Visitors can not help but compare the magical, mystical landscape of limestone islands and Guilin in China and Krabi in southern Thailand, but in reality in Halong Bay is spectacular. These small islands are full of beaches and caves carved by wind and waves, and is a low-slope forests of call with the singing of birds.
Beyond the scenery on a boat cruise on the bay, Halong visitors come to explore the caves - some of which are well lit for the benefit of tourists - and the rise in Cat Ba National Park. There are few real beaches in Halong Bay, but it Lan Ha Bay (off the coast of the island of Cat Ba) has over 100 strips of sand.
Halong is the gateway to Halong Bay, but not the ideal introduction to this amazing World Heritage Site. The developers have not been kind to the city and most visitors wisely choose excursions including sleeping on a boat in the bay. In short, Halong Bay is the attraction, Halong City is not.
As the number one tourist attraction in the northeast, Halong Bay attracts a steady stream of visitors throughout the year. From February to April, the climate in this area is often cold and rainy. The fog that followed can make a low profile, but this will give an ethereal air in place and the temperature rarely drops below 10 ° C. During the summer tropical storms are common, and tourist vessels have to change their routes, depending on weather.
Halong Bay is the essence of myth, of course, the Vietnamese have put together a. Halong means "where the dragon descends into the sea." Legend has it that the islands of Halong Bay was created by a great dragon who lived in the mountains. As the load to the shore, waving its tail broken valleys and crevices. When it finally sank into the sea, the area filled with water, leaving only the pinnacles visible.
Dragons hand, the greatest threat to the bay will be souvenirs from tourist hunting. Coral and rare shells are rapidly removed from the ocean floor, and stalactites and stalagmites are disconnected from the cave. These items will be turned into key chains, paperweights and ashtrays are sold in local gift shops. It is clear that people buy less, fewer local people will be held for sale, so do not encourage trade.
The Talking Heads, George A. Romero, and Synchronicity
One of the first albums I ever remember listening to as a child was Stop Making Sense by The Talking Heads. I rocked up and down the block with that bad boy on cassette with my Walkman (portable cassette player for those of you not in the know). 'Once in a Lifetime' was my favorite song, and it was the first song I remember ever demanding to be played over and over again on what seemed like long car trips into Chicago from the suburbs (Schaumburg area to be precise).
Roughly around the same time, one of the first movies I ever recall watching was George A. Romero's Dawn of the Dead. At the time, the zombies scared me, but the heroes inspired me, battling against all odds to cut out a lifestyle for themselves and live moderately well in a post-apocalyptic scenario. Granted, it wasn't until I was several years older before I understood the social ramifications and subtext interlaced within the film.
As I grew, so did my world. Long drives no longer consisted of motoring from Schaumburg area to Downtown Chicago; rather, they were cross-country drives exceeding 24 hours. Life on other continents became real, conceivable, and believable. Human suffering took on global implications, and the seeds planted by my media choices as a child sprouted into fully-formed and far-reaching trees, branching off into a milieu of genres on my quest to understand, communicate, and express information and emotion.
Evolution took on a new form, and the planet suddenly shrunk. Yet, with all of my growing and changing and unlocking of new ideas, a certain resonance always hummed in the background, emanating from ideas so deeply embedded in my psyche that they probably wired themselves in my nervous system... permanently.
Dawn of the Dead became the springboard into learning about subtext and social commentary in works of art (be they paintings, comic books, novels, movies, songs, etc). Because of George Romero, the foundation was constructed for the house of ideas and meaningful art that would later come.
The Talking Heads became the springboard into a groovy mental frequency, one that was aware and a little bit offbeat. Because of David Byrne, the goofy, yet socially aware vibrations of my personality and my brain were implanted early on, tuning my focus to a very specific brand of lens.
As I aged, I began to notice weird events around me. As a child, I had this tendency to listen mostly to movie soundtracks. They helped me envision the scenes of films I particularly enjoyed and took my imagination on a roller coaster through all those memories as if they were happening now. Eventually, they would grow and take on visual cues of their own, meshing with other things I had learned to create new movies. In an interview I read some years later, Romero admitted that he listened to movie soundtracks as a child to re-create the cinematic experience in his head.
When I was eight, I met Ken Foree, one of the stars of Dawn of the Dead, for the first time. It was purely coincidental at a comic convention. I had no idea he was there, nor did I know who he was until it was pointed out to me by my father, who also was unaware Mr. Foree would be there. Little did I know that I would be interning for him some years later, dealing with publicity responses and attending horror shows, which also happened haphazardly while surfing through the horror movie interwebs.
Even further down the road was my interview with the man himself, George A. Romero, and furthest of all would be the day I won tickets to see his most recent movie, Survival of the Dead, playing in Downtown Chicago for its local premiere.
Talking Heads would continue to follow me through different veins. I would hear their tunes at weird times and mentally time-travel back to when I was five or six, jamming down the street with my Walkman. Be it a friend's house party in college, another friend's Facebook post, or what have you, The Talking Heads followed me everywhere, popping up at odd moments to momentarily send me on an imaginative, out-of-body experience to a world I often ignored while I was tied up with the hustle and bustle of my daily life. I began to encounter people who loved them to death as much as I had, which is a rarity amongst my generation as most of my peers relish their childhood music - early 90s era tunes.
These moments would come at various different times and different moods I was in, and each time, they would leave me in a better state of mind. No matter how angry, depressed, violent, or saddened I felt, the resonance of Talking Heads would mesh with my body's vibrational frequency and calm me in a way that religious people express praying calms them.
They commune with their God the way I commune with certain media. David Byrne is my Jesus Christ, and George A. Romero is my Moses.
And like God, they follow me wherever I go, popping up whenever they please to remind me of my base self, of the imaginative little boy full of wonders that sometimes hides under the exterior of a young man plagued with adult-worries.
In this regard, I don't need Faith or Religion like others do. For one, I hate institutionalized organization (as I have an R.P. McMurphy complex), but furthermore, I found my own vibe that works well for me, that unleashes the creator-consciousness that can accomplish anything. To Him, the moon is a short drive away, and the stars beyond are no different.
Let me grab my Walkman. We'll go on a car ride.
-Doktor nOnsensical
Sharpie Love
Sharpie has these really cool commercials with actual drawings that people have drawn using sharpie's. My sister Andrea has the creative idea for me to do a nail design using sharpie and send it over to them.
Hope they like.Did a very simple design of he loves me he loves me not Sharpie Love.
Used: Nicole by OPI 'Positive Energy' OPI 'Need Sunglasses and Sharpie
Bright Nail Design With Red, Orange, Light Green and Light Blue
Bright Nail Design With Red, Orange, Light Green and Light Blue Paint
Aug 27, 2011
Japan's Man Made Indoor Beach
Miyazaki, Miyazaki, Japan there lies a stunningly beautiful beach where you can sunbathe, swim and play in the sand. It 'also sports a fake, the flame exploded volcano. Oh yes, and it is closed. Seagaia Ocean Dome is the largest indoor water park in the world, which is 300 meters long, simple, great beach and 100 meters wide. It has its own entrance, listed in the Guinness Book of Records the largest indoor water park.
Opened in 1993, but the maximum number of visitors came in 1995, an average of 1.25 million visitsper year. The Ocean Dome closed on October 1, 2007 (I do not know why). The sand was warm andartificial, and the volcano has been given the rank of a powerful environment. Every hour, the volcano erupts, and wave machines start, which would give visitors the opportunity to surf some sanitized! The dome of the retractable roof was so natural light could also be some sun for the visitors ahead, but if it rained or not, the roof is closed to the light conditions and allows the blue sky with clouds cushion. The air temperature in the Dome of the sea was kept constant at 30 degrees Celsius, and water at about 28 Celsius.
Registration price is 2600 yen per adult and 1600 yen for children, about $ 25 to $ 30 USD, depending on the season. - If you are a fan of everything Japanese, check out this Japanese Cat Cafe!
Dressed to Impress Nailzzzzzzz
My sister was invited to a wedding. She bought this really cute dress and shoes. Wanted to give her a nail design related to the colors of her dress. Came up with the half moon up and down and a simple 3D bow. I personally think it looks supper chic, hope you like.
Used: OPI 'Honeymoon Sweet', and two other OPI's that are very nude but can't seem to find their names
Bows and polka dots
Simple design consisting of polka dots and 3D bows hope you like.
Used: Nicole by OPI 'My Lifesaver' and 'Never Give Up'
Only the Lonely
I believe that loneliness is something essential to human nature; it can only be covered over, it can never actually go away. Loneliness is part of being human, because there is nothing in existence that can completely fulfill the needs of the human heart.
Sometimes it seems as if we do everything possible to avoid the painful confrontation with our basic human loneliness, and allow ourselves to be trapped by false gods promising immediate satisfaction and quick relief. But perhaps the painful awareness of loneliness is an invitation to transcend our limitations and look beyond the boundaries of our existence. The awareness of loneliness might be a gift we must protect and guard, because our loneliness reveals to us an inner emptiness that can be destructive when misunderstood, but filled with promise for him who can tolerate its sweet pain.
~Jean Vanier, Becoming Human
We have a "no cell phones" policy at the Women, Infants and Children (WIC) Clinic where I work. We don't strictly enforce it, but the signs are posted in the hopes that when a client is called for her turn with the intake clerk, health screener or nutritionist, she'll be ready to give the WIC employee her full attention so the visit will move along quickly in respect to those whose appointments come after.On a recent day as I was walking past the waiting room, I overheard a client carrying on a phone conversation that was peppered with vulgarities. The other clients in the waiting room were clearly disturbed by the foul language, especially since there are so many small children nearby. I stopped and reminded the client of the "no cell phones" policy and asked her to end her call.
Later that same day another client came into my office with her cell phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder while she juggled the baby in the her arms and the toddler by her side. She was telling her boyfriend that she needed to hang up because it was time for her appointment and then she began to beg him to call her back later. Her voice was a polite pleading strain that was rife with loneliness. I didn't have the heart to ask her to end her call and I waited while she completed her conversation. Listening to her speaking on the phone reminded me of my own loneliness.
I vividly remember those achingly lonely days at home when my children were babies and toddlers and I longed for some adult conversation. My favorite time of the day was 3:00 PM when Paul would walk in the door after a long day at work. Then, at last, I felt as if I had come to life, as if my day's purpose had finally been revealed to me in the person of my husband. Yet even with my husband by my side, my heart continued to feel lonely, my desires unfulfilled, my longing unquenchable. Little by little that longing turned to depression, a self-pity for something that I lacked although I had no idea what it could possibly be.
And now, even though I'm at work all day at a job I love, and my children are in school and my family arrives home before I do and are waiting there to greet me with smiles and warm embraces when I finally walk in the door, my days are still filled with longing and loneliness. No matter how busy and preoccupied I am with the tasks of life and the people with whom God has blessed me, it never seems to be enough, something is always missing.
Even with the wonderful blessings of a loving family, a meaningful job and a deep and rich faith, I can't help but carry a heaviness in my heart. I often stress and fret over what might be wrong and wonder about how I can ever find a lasting happiness in my life. My husband and children closely watch my face for signs of depression-any gloomy overcast appearance or the beginning of tears welling within my eyes and they are quick to worry and ask me what's wrong. Friends, too, ask me if I'm happy and I never quite know how to answer that question, I'm not quite sure what happiness feels like or if I've ever known it at all. There have been moments of joyfulness in life, most certainly, but underneath the joy there forever lurks a desperate want that can never seem to be satisfied.But in reality, nothing is wrong and I am as happy as God has meant me to be. We are all lonely in this life and we deal with our loneliness through varied emotions-either with sorrow, giddiness or anger, or we hide it behind busy activities. God has placed a deep desire within each of our souls that can never be satisfied in this world. We are all working toward that glorious day of eternal union with Him and until that moment arrives, we can't help but hold an empty place in our hearts that only He can fill.
So I think back to the woman who had been swearing on the cell phone in the waiting room. Her behavior didn't draw out my pity; only my disdain. But perhaps I was wrong. Maybe what she really deserved was my compassion and patience, for her heart appeared to have been hardened by anger. Somewhere deep within her soul, there surely resides a loneliness, a longing for God, an emptiness that will not be filled by anyone or anything on earth, and she had buried it under a facade of bitterness and harsh words in the same way that I often mask my loneliness under the tears of depression, instead of peacefully accepting the natural longings of my human heart for my Creator. Perhaps when she finally escapes from the anger that controls her life, she will come to understand that she is simply lonely for God and she will understand that her loneliness will remain with her through every moment of each day in a restless desire for the only One who can satisfy.
"You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You."
~St. Augustine
Be Real For Me, God
Be real for me, God.
Let me see you
let me touch you
let me know you.
Be real for me, God.
Move out of my imaginings
and dreams and enter into
my every tangible moment.
Be real for me, God.
Be my only desire
be my only joy
be my only life.
Be real for me, God.
Step out of the painting
on my wall and stand
with me face to face.
Be real for me, God.
Let me forsake all
others and live for
You alone.
Be real for me, God.
An Unfettered Tale of Love and Romance
Girl's TXT: I'm sorry for blowing you off. In any case, we should still get together some time soon.
Boy's TXT: Yeah. Speaking of... I'm going frisbee golfing with some friends tomorrow morning at 10:30. Would you like to come?
Girl's TXT: I don't have any money for gas, so I don't think I would be able to.
Boy's TXT: You're right along the route from my house to the course. I could easily pick you up.
Girl's TXT: I don't have any money to play, sorry.
Boy's TXT: It's free.
Girl's TXT: And I don't have a frisbee or money to buy one.
Boy's TXT: I have extras.
[10 minute gap]
Girl's TXT: My mother's leaving her dogs alone for a few hours tomorrow. I don't want to leave them alone. I'm worried we won't be back in time for me to catch her leaving.
Boy's TXT: What time does she leave?
Girl's TXT: About 2.
Boy's TXT: At the most, a game only takes an hour and a half. We'll definitely be done by that time.
Girl's TXT: I might be out late tonight, let me text you back later to see whether I'm going to get enough sleep or not.
[6 hours later]
Girl's TXT: I don't think I'll be able to get in 8 hours sleep before 10:30 tomorrow. Sorry.
MMMMM Donuts
I've been practicing this whole Japanese 3D nail art because quite frankly I'm completely obsessed. I love how it looks and i keep trying to teach myself some other things. But anyways I wanted to do a donuts design, because right now i feel that donuts are what i do better. I started thinking and the one cartoon character that loves his donuts is non other than Homer Simpson. So hope you like my Homer and donuts inspired design featuring 3D donuts and letters.
Homer Simpson
Used: OPI 'Need Sunglasses', Nicole by OPI 'Brilliant Idea', 'One Less Lonely Glitter', 'Positive Energy'
Aug 25, 2011
Awareness in 'Fright Night' (Contains Spoilers)
I normally don't post about movies on here. This isn't, necessarily, a movie blog where I'll spew for hours on end about the milieu of films I've seen and what sort of critical lens I can apply to them. However, I recently went to see the remake of my beloved Fright Night.
I found it refreshing for multiple reasons. Don't get me wrong, I love the original (and it will remain very near and dear to me), but this new one couldn't have arrived to audiences at a better time. The short reason is that it counteracts the Twilight craze, giving viewers vampires that are "cool" again, both suave and threatening. There's also something else I found buried within the sacred Earth of the film.
It's established in the film that the vampire, Jerry, has been around for 400 years, spending his time preying on humans and feeding off of them. In every sense of the word, he's a camouflaged predator that takes root in the modern culture, blending in with his food in order to avoid raising alarm. Sure, there may be an occasional scream erupting from inside his house that slices through the night like a sharpened meat cleaver, but to both the police and neighbors alike, he's a nice, attractive man. Respectful, pleasant, happy, good-looking, and a man who works with his hands for a living, there was no way this apple-eating magazine model was going to cause any trouble. He was everything consumers thought was normal in a Las Vegas suburb. He was the idol of an ad-frenzied culture. At least, that was the case until his neighbor, Charlie Brewster, finds out that Jerry is a non-living bloodsucker.
Normally, I wouldn't read into this awakening scenario as it's the basis for a whole slew of movies. An ignorant, oblivious individual realizes a dark, horrible truth. Yeah, and? However, there was something biting to the film, slithering under the current of a standard action/horror flick.
Much like Jerry's undercurrent to his camouflaging persona, this subtext only revealed its true self publicly once. It was so quick, I almost didn't catch it either, and this is where the spoilers may come into play.
During one of the scenes when Charlie has clarified that Jerry is, indeed, a vampire, the audience is given this thrilling scenario where our hero is escorting one of the vampire's victims out of the house. Together, the hero and victim are creeping along the floor, in the shadows, to avoid alerting their presence to the villain as he grabs a beer from the fridge, devours an apple, and watches TV. This sounds pretty standard at first, but previous to this scene, we were shown another sequence of Jerry watching television that struck me as odd. In regards to furthering the plot or character development, this sequence did neither. It set up the following scene by alerting the audience what the vampire was doing, but there was something more, something humorous and unsettling.
The vampire is watching a reality television show somewhat akin to The Biggest Loser. The scene leaves viewers as quickly as it appeared, but the noise from the idiot box sounded like women squabbling over weight issues, looking sexy, and being healthy for superficial means. Watching this, Jerry seems to smirk or let loose a quiet chuckle, but it's hard to tell, as he is sitting in the dark in a dingy, rather empty house.
In the context of this scene alone, this is more funny than anything else, but consider this - the relationship between Charlie and Ed.
In the beginning of the film, the audience learns that Ed has been tracking Jerry for some time with another friend who has "gone missing." Ed, a former best friend of Charlie, tries to present this information to Charlie who seems to shrug it off, more concerned about other things in his life (girls, cars, the hip crowd). In fact, Charlie doesn't even want to talk to Ed, acknowledging that Ed is a fringe nerd ripe for being picked on and therefore uncool. The only reason why he agrees to even grace his presence to his former best friend was because Ed threatened to flood the Internet with videos chronicling Charlie's nerdy/geeky past as a superhero junkie.
This dynamic is quite interesting in that Ed clearly is aware of what is going on. This isn't a fantasy he's living out of loneliness as Charlie suggests. This is the real deal. He is alerted to a dark presence that's feeding off his consumerist peers like a Morlock feeding off the Elloi.
Why are they consumerist? Charlie exemplifies that notion, as his entire goal within the first half hour of the film is to disconnect with Ed completely, so as to ensure his status amongst the hip, titans of the school. He conforms to whatever prospects he needs to in order to maintain his attractive, preppy girlfriend, Amy, and roll with her friends, all of which (both male and female) clearly are depicted as wearing the latest trends. In this little clique, they couldn't be happier either. Sure, they're oblivious to the world around them, particularly the fact that Charlie's classmates keep "disappearing," but who cares, right?
WRONG.
Films often reflect the time period in which they are made. With regard to modern affairs, there is a strong breeze billowing across the United States about the true, dark nature of our government officials and corporate masters. Information and opinions about an Illuminati or centralized club of wealthy bankers and business tycoons working to enslave us through debt are coursing through the free media circuits like wildfire, inspiring different movements of thoughts and grass root political bodies such as the Tea Party. Like the cursed disease of a vampire, it's in our veins, weighing heavily on the minds of many as we enter potentially a new era of revolution. The economy's crumbling, and there are those who would beckon the call to embrace these notions and ideas.
I'm not going to comment on whether they are right or wrong, but I will say I feel the remake of Fright Night is born out of this. The underlying theme about a young boy shaking off his Elloi roots to battle the deadly Morlock and become "aware" jives quite well with this sense, as this new trend in thought results in a backlash of media dope and docile consumer culture. After all, why were we seen the vampire sitting in his home in the dark, watching dull, mindless reality programming, chuckling to himself?
I found it refreshing for multiple reasons. Don't get me wrong, I love the original (and it will remain very near and dear to me), but this new one couldn't have arrived to audiences at a better time. The short reason is that it counteracts the Twilight craze, giving viewers vampires that are "cool" again, both suave and threatening. There's also something else I found buried within the sacred Earth of the film.
It's established in the film that the vampire, Jerry, has been around for 400 years, spending his time preying on humans and feeding off of them. In every sense of the word, he's a camouflaged predator that takes root in the modern culture, blending in with his food in order to avoid raising alarm. Sure, there may be an occasional scream erupting from inside his house that slices through the night like a sharpened meat cleaver, but to both the police and neighbors alike, he's a nice, attractive man. Respectful, pleasant, happy, good-looking, and a man who works with his hands for a living, there was no way this apple-eating magazine model was going to cause any trouble. He was everything consumers thought was normal in a Las Vegas suburb. He was the idol of an ad-frenzied culture. At least, that was the case until his neighbor, Charlie Brewster, finds out that Jerry is a non-living bloodsucker.
Normally, I wouldn't read into this awakening scenario as it's the basis for a whole slew of movies. An ignorant, oblivious individual realizes a dark, horrible truth. Yeah, and? However, there was something biting to the film, slithering under the current of a standard action/horror flick.
Much like Jerry's undercurrent to his camouflaging persona, this subtext only revealed its true self publicly once. It was so quick, I almost didn't catch it either, and this is where the spoilers may come into play.
During one of the scenes when Charlie has clarified that Jerry is, indeed, a vampire, the audience is given this thrilling scenario where our hero is escorting one of the vampire's victims out of the house. Together, the hero and victim are creeping along the floor, in the shadows, to avoid alerting their presence to the villain as he grabs a beer from the fridge, devours an apple, and watches TV. This sounds pretty standard at first, but previous to this scene, we were shown another sequence of Jerry watching television that struck me as odd. In regards to furthering the plot or character development, this sequence did neither. It set up the following scene by alerting the audience what the vampire was doing, but there was something more, something humorous and unsettling.
The vampire is watching a reality television show somewhat akin to The Biggest Loser. The scene leaves viewers as quickly as it appeared, but the noise from the idiot box sounded like women squabbling over weight issues, looking sexy, and being healthy for superficial means. Watching this, Jerry seems to smirk or let loose a quiet chuckle, but it's hard to tell, as he is sitting in the dark in a dingy, rather empty house.
In the context of this scene alone, this is more funny than anything else, but consider this - the relationship between Charlie and Ed.
In the beginning of the film, the audience learns that Ed has been tracking Jerry for some time with another friend who has "gone missing." Ed, a former best friend of Charlie, tries to present this information to Charlie who seems to shrug it off, more concerned about other things in his life (girls, cars, the hip crowd). In fact, Charlie doesn't even want to talk to Ed, acknowledging that Ed is a fringe nerd ripe for being picked on and therefore uncool. The only reason why he agrees to even grace his presence to his former best friend was because Ed threatened to flood the Internet with videos chronicling Charlie's nerdy/geeky past as a superhero junkie.
This dynamic is quite interesting in that Ed clearly is aware of what is going on. This isn't a fantasy he's living out of loneliness as Charlie suggests. This is the real deal. He is alerted to a dark presence that's feeding off his consumerist peers like a Morlock feeding off the Elloi.
Why are they consumerist? Charlie exemplifies that notion, as his entire goal within the first half hour of the film is to disconnect with Ed completely, so as to ensure his status amongst the hip, titans of the school. He conforms to whatever prospects he needs to in order to maintain his attractive, preppy girlfriend, Amy, and roll with her friends, all of which (both male and female) clearly are depicted as wearing the latest trends. In this little clique, they couldn't be happier either. Sure, they're oblivious to the world around them, particularly the fact that Charlie's classmates keep "disappearing," but who cares, right?
WRONG.
Films often reflect the time period in which they are made. With regard to modern affairs, there is a strong breeze billowing across the United States about the true, dark nature of our government officials and corporate masters. Information and opinions about an Illuminati or centralized club of wealthy bankers and business tycoons working to enslave us through debt are coursing through the free media circuits like wildfire, inspiring different movements of thoughts and grass root political bodies such as the Tea Party. Like the cursed disease of a vampire, it's in our veins, weighing heavily on the minds of many as we enter potentially a new era of revolution. The economy's crumbling, and there are those who would beckon the call to embrace these notions and ideas.
I'm not going to comment on whether they are right or wrong, but I will say I feel the remake of Fright Night is born out of this. The underlying theme about a young boy shaking off his Elloi roots to battle the deadly Morlock and become "aware" jives quite well with this sense, as this new trend in thought results in a backlash of media dope and docile consumer culture. After all, why were we seen the vampire sitting in his home in the dark, watching dull, mindless reality programming, chuckling to himself?
Bring It On, Father
"Every morning, we strive to say our fiat to the Lord. Bring your will on, Father, bring it on to me. Make me your courageous and generous servant!"
~Bishop Donald Hying
I'm looking back upon a time that had been spiritually challenging for me. I had worked myself into a worry-filled anxious knot, doing too much and struggling for control of my life instead of leaving it the hands of the Lord, trusting that He always knows what is best for me and will bring me through each and every trial that comes my way. Like a passenger in an airplane who panics at the loss of control, I kept reaching for the steering wheel of life, trying to point it in the direction I thought I should go instead of relaxing into faith, allowing the Pilot to do His job. The result of my lack of trust was many turbulent and tear-filled days of travel instead of a relaxing joy ride of life. I lay awake at night, panic searing through my veins, and walked through my days in a state of dread and near exhaustion.
I felt as if there was something I needed to do, something I actually could do, to plan upcoming events smoothly, to ease the pain in the lives of my friends who are suffering, to take charge of the actions of others, to control my children's behavior, to work out financial worries. I wanted every one to see that my way was the right way, that I had all the answers, that I was in control. I wanted to be God. But there is only one God and it will never be me.
It wasn't until I heard the words whispered through the internet -"Anne, you need to chill"- that I realized how annoying I had become. The fire of worry had gripped my heart and caused me to frantically try to control every detail of life, including those that were out of my grasp. I didn't know how to extinguish it, how to change and surrender to God's will for me. And so I prayed. And I waited. And I cried. And I prayed some more and the peace of humility gradually worked its way back into my soul. Little by little my prayers for peace allowed God to break the anxious spell to which I had succumbed and like a breath of Spirit-filled fresh air wafting though a breezy summer day, I let go of my need for control and leaned into a trusting faith in His love for me.
Like taking a mini-retreat, my weary soul is always refreshed with an early morning walk along the rocky shores of Lake Michigan, searching for those glistening sea glass treasures that I love. Just as I search through the rocks and the rubble on the lake shore with the goal of finding those now softened shards of glass, the Lord, too, searches through the rocks and rubble of my heart hoping to find the now softened organ of life that desires only to serve Him with complete trust and fidelity, to answer His call to serve Him by seeking out and obeying His will for me in all things, until once again I can say "Bring it on, Father, bring your will on to me. I am yours."
~Bishop Donald Hying
I'm looking back upon a time that had been spiritually challenging for me. I had worked myself into a worry-filled anxious knot, doing too much and struggling for control of my life instead of leaving it the hands of the Lord, trusting that He always knows what is best for me and will bring me through each and every trial that comes my way. Like a passenger in an airplane who panics at the loss of control, I kept reaching for the steering wheel of life, trying to point it in the direction I thought I should go instead of relaxing into faith, allowing the Pilot to do His job. The result of my lack of trust was many turbulent and tear-filled days of travel instead of a relaxing joy ride of life. I lay awake at night, panic searing through my veins, and walked through my days in a state of dread and near exhaustion.
I felt as if there was something I needed to do, something I actually could do, to plan upcoming events smoothly, to ease the pain in the lives of my friends who are suffering, to take charge of the actions of others, to control my children's behavior, to work out financial worries. I wanted every one to see that my way was the right way, that I had all the answers, that I was in control. I wanted to be God. But there is only one God and it will never be me.
It wasn't until I heard the words whispered through the internet -"Anne, you need to chill"- that I realized how annoying I had become. The fire of worry had gripped my heart and caused me to frantically try to control every detail of life, including those that were out of my grasp. I didn't know how to extinguish it, how to change and surrender to God's will for me. And so I prayed. And I waited. And I cried. And I prayed some more and the peace of humility gradually worked its way back into my soul. Little by little my prayers for peace allowed God to break the anxious spell to which I had succumbed and like a breath of Spirit-filled fresh air wafting though a breezy summer day, I let go of my need for control and leaned into a trusting faith in His love for me.
Like taking a mini-retreat, my weary soul is always refreshed with an early morning walk along the rocky shores of Lake Michigan, searching for those glistening sea glass treasures that I love. Just as I search through the rocks and the rubble on the lake shore with the goal of finding those now softened shards of glass, the Lord, too, searches through the rocks and rubble of my heart hoping to find the now softened organ of life that desires only to serve Him with complete trust and fidelity, to answer His call to serve Him by seeking out and obeying His will for me in all things, until once again I can say "Bring it on, Father, bring your will on to me. I am yours."
Aug 24, 2011
The History of Hilton Hotels
Hilton hotels are upscale properties, full service catering to business travelers alike. It is a chain of more than 500 hotels around the world from Rome to Omaha. Hilton Hotels are enjoying phenomenal growth in online sales. Hilton Hotels is the place for you if you want a boutique hotel. The original company was founded in 1919 by Conrad Hilton.
Conrad Hilton was determined to maximize every square yard of the hotel and serve the guests. Mr. Hilton bought his first hotel in Cisco, Texas in 1919. And of course there's always Paris. Paris is the great-granddaughter of Conrad Hilton, founder of the Hilton hotels and source of a family fortune estimated at $ 300 million. Paris Hilton is the daughter of a son of Mr. Hilton, hotel magnate. Conrad Hilton (1887-1979) was born in San Antonio. It was determined that his hotel to be the best in every city and coined the phrase, "leads me to the Hilton."
And of course there's always Paris. Paris is the great-granddaughter of Conrad Hilton, founder of the Hilton hotels and source of an estimated $ 300 million family fortune. Paris Hilton is the daughter of a son of Mr. Hilton, a hotel magnate. Conrad Hilton (1887-1979).
Hilton hotels are renowned for offering world class accommodations in the countries hottest destinations. The hotels are adding MP3-friendly alarm clocks, allowing guests to awaken to their own music. They are internationally known for their Hilton Meetings facilities business. Hilton Hotels is known for a high degree of comfort and prestige. Port of San Diego and Hilton are planning to build a hotel of 1,200 rooms on the waterfront next to the San Diego Convention Center.
Mr. Hilton bought his first hotel in Cisco, Texas in 1919. And of course there's always Paris. Paris is the great-granddaughter of Conrad Hilton, founder of the Hilton hotels and source of a family fortune estimated at $ 300 million. Paris Hilton is the daughter of a son of Mr. Hilton, hotel magnate. Conrad Hilton (1887-1979) was born in San Antonio. It was determined that his hotel to be the best in every city and coined the phrase, "leads me to the Hilton."
HHonors effectiveness is increased by 34% in 2002 to 40% now. The program is designed to thank meeting planners who schedule events in Hilton Hotels Worldwide. Program Members can earn both HHonors points and airline miles for the same activity to stay - we call double dipping. MilePoint sponsors sponsors, in addition to the Hilton HHonors program, are America West, Continental, Delta, Northwest, TWA, U.S. Airways and Hilton Hotels. American Express Hilton HHonors Credit Card Program, earn points for free stays at Hilton hotels.
Hilton Hotels are internationally known for their Hilton Meetings Business Centers. Business travel has always been a priority in the chain. Since 1919, Hilton Hotels has opened the way for innovations for executives on the road. Maureen Mackey is the Director of Sales, Business Travel Sales for Hilton Hotels Corporation.
Hilton Hotels are upscale full service properties catering to business and leisure. Hilton hotels are known for featuring world-class accommodation in the country's hottest destinations. The prestigious Hilton Malta promises the best accommodation and the high level of service that are known for Hilton. Business or pleasure, Homewood Suites by Hilton hotels are designed for all the comforts of home in mind. The hotels are the "Official Group, the UK Athletics and the Great Britain and Northern Ireland athletics team." Hilton Hotels is the creation of files on customer preferences using a system called ONQ, pronounced "order". Hotels are renowned throughout the world, and offer a full range of quality hotels in 2700 in the United Kingdom, Europe, Asia, America, Africa and Australia. Room 902 Amsterdam Hilton became famous when in 1969, Yoko Ono and John Lennon had the first Bed-In for Peace.
The company is headquartered in Beverly Hills. Hilton Hotels is the most recognized name in the hospitality industry worldwide and have been in service for over 80 years. The chain focuses on the needs of business travelers and tourists looking for a wide range of quality services.
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