thingsorganizedneatly:

TABLE-TABLE
The home office -where living and working collide -is an increasingly common reality where the boundary between the two worlds is unclear. The table represents the centre of the home and simultaneously the centre of the workplace. It is here that the border between one’s professional and private life is most blurred. TABLE-TABLE is a home office furniture which, by utilizing the unique properties of Electronically Switchable Smart Glass, allows the user to effortlessly make the crossover between work and living.

thingsorganizedneatly:

TABLE-TABLE

The home office -where living and working collide -is an increasingly common reality where the boundary between the two worlds is unclear. The table represents the centre of the home and simultaneously the centre of the workplace. It is here that the border between one’s professional and private life is most blurred.

TABLE-TABLE is a home office furniture which, by utilizing the unique properties of Electronically Switchable Smart Glass, allows the user to effortlessly make the crossover between work and living.

nationalpost:

Photos: When lawmakers disagree, fists fly, and sometimes smoke bombs, too
In Canada we are often scandalized by behavior of our politicians: they lie, backtrack on promises, and fight dirty against their opponents with snarky remarks, insults and attack ads.

To prove the point, we offer you a peek into some of the more “heated” debates which left political opponents bruised and battered in a very literal sense. (Photos: Reuters; AFP Getty Images)

think-progress:

How the recession has disproportionately hurt young people. 

think-progress:

How the recession has disproportionately hurt young people. 

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

John Green (Looking for Alaska)

(Source: quotelibrary.info, via myquotelibrary)

fosterthepeople:

rio de janeiro.

fosterthepeople:

rio de janeiro.

bread & butter: for the love of guinness...

breadandbutternyc:

It’s been almost a year since I started this little blog, and I’m so glad I did. One of my first posts was for guinness cupcakes with irish cream frosting. At the time, I hadn’t posted the recipe, but this year I will! Check it out, the recipe is at the end! Have an awesome weekend everyone, and…

2 months ago - 123
foodfuckery:

Chocolate Hazelnut Birthday Crepe Cake
Recipe

foodfuckery:

Chocolate Hazelnut Birthday Crepe Cake

Recipe

49thparallelblues:

Death by brownies…

49thparallelblues:

Death by brownies…

lynnlangmade:

“Simmer”
Hey, this is my inaugural #CoffeeThursday post. Given that, I thought I might say a little bit about why I have a thing for coffee. I almost immediately bonded with Jason Kowing over coffee back in the infant days of G+. Sure, most people start drinking coffee in college, or, if not then, later when they get their first full time office gig. (you need something to make it bearable right???)
Not me. Nope. I started a teensy bit earlier than that. I had my first cup of coffee at 6. Yep, my parents used to make me drink it before I’d go to sleep. Sound crazy? Yeah, it does sound kinda crazy except my mom had read somewhere that coffee had the opposite effect on “hyperkinetic” kids, which is just some pretentious way of saying I was hyperactive—you know intense and full of way too much energy. Go figure. Instead of getting hyperactive kids wired, coffee actually relaxes us. It relaxes me so much that I often find myself falling asleep after having multiple cups of coffee. So some kids get warm milk; not me—I got an evening Cup of Joe.
I must have grown out of this whole hyperactive stuff because by the time I was a teenager my mother told me she was often frightened by what she called my strange ability to completely concentrate on an activity. If I was concentrating on something really deeply, people could actually be in the room calling my name, but I’d be so engrossed in what I was doing that I just wouldn’t hear them. My mom would even start yelling my name, but I wouldn’t hear her. Later on, I wondered if all this coffee at an early age helped me develop these amazing powers of concentration. I’ll never know, but it’s actually cool to be able to order regular coffee with dessert and not have to worry that I’m going to be kept up all night. You know what that means, don’t you? It means I get to keep the coffee flowing all. day. long :D
With that, I give you this photo of some yummy cappuccino….mmm :)
Happy #CoffeeThursday!

lynnlangmade:

“Simmer”

Hey, this is my inaugural #CoffeeThursday post. Given that, I thought I might say a little bit about why I have a thing for coffee. I almost immediately bonded with Jason Kowing over coffee back in the infant days of G+. Sure, most people start drinking coffee in college, or, if not then, later when they get their first full time office gig. (you need something to make it bearable right???)

Not me. Nope. I started a teensy bit earlier than that. I had my first cup of coffee at 6. Yep, my parents used to make me drink it before I’d go to sleep. Sound crazy? Yeah, it does sound kinda crazy except my mom had read somewhere that coffee had the opposite effect on “hyperkinetic” kids, which is just some pretentious way of saying I was hyperactive—you know intense and full of way too much energy. Go figure. Instead of getting hyperactive kids wired, coffee actually relaxes us. It relaxes me so much that I often find myself falling asleep after having multiple cups of coffee. So some kids get warm milk; not me—I got an evening Cup of Joe.

I must have grown out of this whole hyperactive stuff because by the time I was a teenager my mother told me she was often frightened by what she called my strange ability to completely concentrate on an activity. If I was concentrating on something really deeply, people could actually be in the room calling my name, but I’d be so engrossed in what I was doing that I just wouldn’t hear them. My mom would even start yelling my name, but I wouldn’t hear her. Later on, I wondered if all this coffee at an early age helped me develop these amazing powers of concentration. I’ll never know, but it’s actually cool to be able to order regular coffee with dessert and not have to worry that I’m going to be kept up all night. You know what that means, don’t you? It means I get to keep the coffee flowing all. day. long :D

With that, I give you this photo of some yummy cappuccino….mmm :)

Happy #CoffeeThursday!