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Paul Smith Triumph Messenger Bag

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    For many of us, one Christmas stands out from all the others, the one when the meaning of the day shone clearest. My own “truest” Christmas began on a rainy spring day in the bleakest year of my life.

    Recently divorced, I was in my 20s, had no job and was on my way downtown to go the rounds of the employment offices. I had no umbrella, for my old one had fallen apart, and I could not afford another one.

    I sat down in the streetcar–and there against replica handbags the seat was a beautiful silk umbrella with a silver handle inlaid with gold and necks of bright enamel. I had never seen anything so lovely.

    I examined the handle and saw a name engraved among the golden scrolls. The usual procedure would have been to turn in the umbrella to the conductor, but on impulse I decided to take it with me and find the owner myself.

    I got off the streetcar in a downpour and thankfully opened the umbrella to protect myself. Then I searched a telephone book for the name on the umbrella and found it. I called and a lady answered.

    Yes, she said in surprise, that was her umbrella, which her parents, now dead, had given her for a birthday present. But, she added, it had been stolen from her locker at school (she was a teacher) more than a year before.

    She was so excited that I forgot I was looking for a job and went directly to her small house. She took the umbrella, and her eyes filled with tears.

    The teacher wanted to give me a reward, but–though twenty dollars was all I had in the world–her happiness at retrieving this special possession was such that to have accepted money would have spoiled something. We talked for a while, and I must have given her my address. I don’t remember.

    The next six months were wretched. I was able to obtain only temporary employment here and there, for a small salary. But I put aside twenty-five or fifty cents when I Burberry Handbags could afford it for my lithe girl’s Christmas presents.

    My last job ended the day before Christmas, my thirty-dollar rent was soon due, and 1 had fifteen dollars to my name–which Peggy and I would need for food.

    She was home from convent boarding school and was excitedly looking forward to her gifs next day, which I had already Purchased. I had bough her a small tree, and we were going to decorate it that night.

    The air was full of the sound of Christmas merriment as I walked from the streetcar to my small apartment. Bells rang and children shouted in the bitter dusk of the evening, and windows were lighted and everyone was running and laughing. But there should be no Christmas for me, I knew, no gifts, no remembrance whatsoever.

    As l struggled through the snowdrifts, l had just about reached the lowest Point in my life. Unless a miracle happened, I would be homeless in January, foodless, jobless. I had prayed steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer but this coldness and darkness, this harsh air, this abandonment.

    God and men had completely forgotten me. I felt so helpless and so lonely. What was to become of us?

    I looked in my mail box. There were only bills Louis Vuitton Belts in it, a sheaf of them, and two white envelopes which I was sure contained more bills. I went up three dusty flights of stairs and I cried, shivering in my thin coat.

    But I made myself smile so I could greet my little daughter with a Pretense of happiness. She opened the door for me and threw herself in my arms, screaming joyously and demanding that we decorate the tree immediately.

    Peggy had proudly set our kitchen table for our evening meal and put pans out and three cans of food which would be our dinner. For some reason, when I looked at those pans and cans, I felt brokenhearted. We would have only hamburgers for our Christmas dinner tomorrow.

    I stood in the cold little kitchen, misery overwhelmed me. For the first time in my life, I doubted the existence and his mercy, and the coldness in my heart was colder than ice.

    The doorbell rang and Peggy ran fleetly to answer it, calling that it must be Santa Claus. Then I heard a man talking heartily to her and went to the door. He was a delivery man, and his arms were full of parcels. “This is a mistake,” I said, but he read the name on the parcels and there were for me.

    When he had gone I could only stare at the boxes. Peggy and I sat on the floor and opened them. A huge doll, three times the size of the one I had bought for her. Gloves. Candy. A beautiful leather purse. Incredible! I looked for the name of the sender. It was the teacher, the address was simply “California”, where she had moved.

    Our dinner the nigh was the most delicious I had ever eaten. I forgot I had no money for the rent and only fifteen dollars in my purse and no job. My child and I ate and laughed together in happiness.

    Then we decorated the little tree and marveled at it. I put Peggy to bed and set up her gifts around the tree and a sweet peace flooded me like a benediction. I had some hope again. I could even examine the sheaf of bills without cringing.

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    Be Still With God

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    All day long I had been very busy; picking up trash, cleaning bathrooms and scrubbing floors. My grown children were coming home for the weekend. I went grocery shopping Replica Handbags and prepared for a barbecue supper, complete with ribs and chicken. I wanted everything to be perfect.

    Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was dog-tired. I simply couldn’t work as long as I could when I was younger. “I’ve got to rest for a minute,” I told my husband, Roy, as I collapsed into my favorite rocking chair. Music was playing, my dog and cat were chasing each other and the telephone rang.

    A scripture from Psalm 46 popped into my mind. “Be still, and know that I am God.” I realized that I hadn’t spent much time in prayer that day. Was I too busy to even utter a simple word of thanks to God? Suddenly, the thought of my beautiful patio came to mind. I can be quiet out there, I thought. I longed for a few minutes alone with God.

    Roy and I had invested a great deal of time and work in the patio that spring. The flowers and hanging baskets were breathtaking. It was definitely a heavenly place of rest and tranquility. If I can’t be still with God in that environment, I can’t be still with Him anywhere, I thought. While Roy was talking on the telephone, I slipped out the backdoor and sat down on my favorite patio chair. I closed my eyes and began to pray, counting my many blessings.

    A bird flew by me, chirping and singing. It interrupted my thoughts. It landed on the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it flew away, singing another song.

    I closed my eyes again. A gust of wind blew, which caused my wind chimes to dance. They made a joyful sound, but again I lost my concentration on God. I squirmed and wiggled in my chair. I looked up toward the blue sky and saw the clouds moving slowly toward the horizon. The wind died down. My wind chimes finally became quiet.

    Again, I bowed in prayer. “Honk, honk,” I heard. I almost jumped out of my skin. A neighbor was driving down the street. He waved at me and smiled. I waved back, happy that he cared. I quickly tried once again to settle down, repeating the familiar verse in my mind. Be still and know that I am God.

    “I’m trying God. I really am,” I whispered. “But you’ve got to help me here.”

    The backdoor opened. My husband walked outside. “I love you,” he said. “I was wondering where you were.” I chuckled, as he came over and kissed me, then turned around and went back inside.

    “Where’s the quiet time?” I asked God. My heart fluttered. There was no pain, only a beat that interrupted me yet again. This is impossible, I thought. There’s no time to be still and to know that God is with me. There’s too much going on in the world and entirely too much activity all around me.

    Then it suddenly dawned on me. God was speaking to me the entire time I was attempting to be still. I remembered the music playing as I’d begun my quiet time. He sent a sparrow to lighten my life with song. He sent a gentle breeze. He sent a neighbor to let me know that I had a friend. He sent my sweetheart to offer sincere sentiments of love. He caused my heart to flutter to remind me of life. While I was trying to count my blessings, God was busy multiplying them.

    I laughed to realize that the “interruptions” of my quiet time with God were special blessings He’d sent to show me He was with me the entire time.

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    What do women really want?

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    Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved by Arthur’s youthful happiness. So he Replica Handbags offered him freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer; if, after a year, he still had no answer, he would be killed.

    The question was : What do women really want?

    Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. Well, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch’s proposition to have an answer by year’s end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody : the princess, the prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, the court jester.

    In all, he spoke with everyone but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. What most people did tell him was to consult the old witch, as only she would know the answer. The price would be high, since the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

    The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer his question, but he’d have to accept her price first : The old witch wanted to marry Gawain, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur’s closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified: she was hunchbacked and awfully hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage water, often made obscene noises… He had never run across such a repugnant creature. He refused to force his friend to marry her and have to endure such a burden.

    Gawain, upon learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He told him that nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur’s life and the reservation of the Round Table. Hence, their wedding was proclaimed, and the witch answered Arthur’s question :

    What a woman really wants is to be able to be in charge of her own life.

    Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur’s life would be spared.

    And so it went. The neighboring monarch spared Arthur’s life and granted him total freedom.

    What a wedding Gawain and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief and anguish. Gawain was proper as always, gentle and courteous. The old witch put her worst manners on display. She ate with her hands, belched and farted, and made everyone uncomfortable.

    The wedding night approached : Gawain, steeling himself for a horrific night, entered the bedroom. What a sight awaited! The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen lay before him! Gawain was astounded and asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her (when she’d been a witch), half the time she would be her horrible, deformed self, and the other half, she would be her beautiful maiden self. Which would he want her to be during the day and which during the night?

    What a cruel question. Gawain began to think of his predicament :

    During the day a beautiful woman to show off to his friend, but at night, in the privacy of his home, an old spooky witch? Or would he prefer having by day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman to enjoy many intimate moments?

    What would you do? What Gawain chose follows below, but don’t read until you’ve made your own choice. Noble Gawain replied that he would let her choose for herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time, because he had respected her and had let her be in charge of her own life.

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    5 Fitness and Diet Tips to Survive

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    The holidays are a tough time of year to survive for most when it comes to staying fit or keeping up a diet. Rich food, busy schedules, and holiday shopping are a three-headed monster when it comes to your Replica Handbags physique. You’re more likely to take in more calories than you need, you won’t get the rest or exercise that you’ve become used to, and on top of it all you have the stress that is the mall.


    I’ve come up with a handful of tips to help you stick to your progress during this season. None of these ideas are complicated or even a big secret. You probably could sit down and think them up yourself. However, have you done it? If so, then you’re on the right track. If not then consider this to be your holiday accountability kick in the (in danger of being softer) rear!


    1. Set a holiday goal, and keep up with it. Part of the reason that people gain weight over the holidays is that they expect to. They just accept it and use it as their excuse to go whole hog. There’s no need of it. Just like everything else, if you set a good goal and focus on what you need to do in order to reach it, success is much easier.


    Write your goal on the refrigerator, put a word document up on the computer, or tell a three year old to remind you every day. Do whatever you need to do to keep checking in on that goal.


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    2. Reassess your schedule. Carve out a time when you can exercise. Things WILL get busy over the holidays. For most people their schedules will get messed up. This is a prime opportunity to miss gym time. Spend a few minutes dragging out your calendar and figuring out when you can make it to the gym. health and fitness is a priority for you, so treat it like it is.


    3. Limit holiday eating to special events. Why is it that people think of the holiday season eating as taking place from about November 20th to January 10th? There’s Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year’s Eve, and maybe a couple of holiday parties. We’re looking at five or six days out of two and a half months. Even if you have a busy holiday social schedule you’ll spend more time in “normal days” than holidays if you plan for it. Don’t eat like it’s a holiday when it’s not.


    4. Maintain your diet and fitness consistency. This ties in with number three. One of the big killers of holiday eating is the lack of consistency. People will overeat at one party, then starve the next day to compensate. Well, all that does is make them so hungry that they overeat the next evening.


    This is kind of like watching someone learning to ride a bike. They might start off on the straight and narrow, but then they get a little wobble… We all know that what they should do is stop, stabilize, and restart. Instead they start overcompensating one way and then the other, getting worse and worse with compensation. Soon they go too far and crash. A holiday yo-yo dieter will do the same thing until they finally throw their hands up and just go back to the way they used to be. That’s the way they managed to gain five or ten pounds every holiday.


    5. Eat vegetables and lean protein first. This tip is a bit more specific than the others, but it works. When you sit down to that big Christmas dinner, hit the salad, greens, and turkey first. At the infamous table covered with goodies, take a few trips around the vegetable platter before you go after the other stuff. Taking some time to eat quality protein and fibrous vegetables will help fill you up. The good food you take in will take the edge off of your hunger and give you some extra willpower at the buffet table.


    Take these five tips and move forward to the holidays. With some consistency and planning you’ll not only survive the holidays but you’ll come out leaner, fitter, and ahead of the game for your new year!

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    How to save the world

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    Until a generation or two ago, we were all taught that animals had no feelings, no intelligence, that they were incapable of feeling pain — it was all autonomic reaction, they were mere robots. Only humans, magically endowed by God, had these distinguished qualities.

    With such staggering, almost unfathomable, universal Replica Handbags ignorance of animal nature, it’s not surprising that we really know nothing of human nature. We can, after all, judge the nature of our species only from our own personal nature. There is absolutely no consensus on our innate nature, or even if there is such a thing. Some people believe we are all inherently evil, sinful, and need strict control to prevent us from running amok and committing deadly sins without remorse or restraint. Some people believe we are all inherently well-intentioned, and in the absence of stresses we will always be sociable, generous, even altruistic.

    Psychologists and sociologists, with their dumbed-down, simplistic models, seem especially incompetent at understanding our nature. We are left to piece together our own perception of what makes us tick, and we tend to socialize with others who share our worldview of human nature and how the world works.

    In Straw Dogs, John Gray painted a picture of human nature as self-absorbed and driven by immediate needs (urgency before importance):

    The mass of mankind is ruled not by its own intermittent moral sensations, still less by self-interest, but by the needs of the moment. It seems fated to wreck the balance of life on Earth — and thereby to be the agent of its own destruction. What could be more hopeless than placing the Earth in the charge of this exceptionally destructive species? It is not of becoming the planet’s wise stewards that Earth-lovers dream, but of a time when humans have ceased to matter…

    Humans use what they know to meet their most urgent needs — even if the result is ruin. When times are desperate they act to protect their offspring, to revenge themselves on enemies, or simply to give vent to their feelings. These are not flaws that can be remedied. science cannot be used to reshape humankind in a more rational mould. The upshot of scientific inquiry is that humans cannot be other than irrational.

    This assessment seemed intuitively valid to me, consistent with Pollard’s Law: We do what we must, then we do what’s easy, and then we do what’s fun. While this book’s assessment of the future of our species was gloomy, Gray seemed to be making the point that, just as we emerged from the cauldron of evolution as a remarkable accident, an improbability, so too was our demise accidental, the result of overpopulation and overconsumption that was in turn the result of a series of extraordinary adaptations (the inventions of catastrophic agriculture and what we call civilization) necessitated by a horrifically bad roll of the cosmic dice (the striking of Earth by a meteor that wobbled its orbit and caused the ice ages). I could buy short-sightedness and selfishness as ‘human nature’ but only in the context of the four boldface words above. When times are desperate, yes, I can see us behaving the way we now do. These are not normal times. We live in a horribly overcrowded, violent world where psychopathy is an effective survival strategy and where we are all (and not always just metaphorically) prisoners.

    This is what lies behind the apparent contradiction between my belief that our civilization is in its last century, and my passion for creating models of better ways to live. If we can get away from the mental and physical prisons of modern society, we might rediscover how we were meant to live. In a world without desperation, scarcity, urgency, what true human nature and what astonishing joy and accomplishment might emerge? And even if it’s too late to save our species from civilizational collapse, that knowledge of working models might be useful to the survivors. And if we gotta go, what a high to go out on!

    In his new book, Black Mass, Gray removes the above four word qualifier from his assessment of human nature. Not only does our world face intractable problems, he asserts, we live in an “intractable world”. He rails for most of the book against various “idealistic” approaches to coping with such a world: Western religious orthodoxy, utopianism, the entire spectrum of political ideologies, and post-modern ideologies of scientific, teleological, ‘free-market’ economic and techno-utopianism. Only realism, an acceptance that ‘progress’ is a myth and that civilization necessarily entails a constant struggle against despots, liars, murderers, thieves, megalomaniacs, genocides, oppressors, hoarders, extremists, psychopaths, mobs and other manifestations of human frailty. Moral dilemmas where opposing views and needs are simply irreconcilable are inevitable, he argues. And then, wham:

    The cardinal need is to change the prevailing view of human beings, which sees them as inherently good creatures unaccountably burdened with a history of violence and oppression. Here we reach the nub of realism and its chief stumbling-point for prevailing opinion: its assertion of the innate defects of human beings. Nearly all pre-modern thinkers took it as given that human nature is fixed and flawed, and in this as in some other ways they were close to the truth of the matter. No theory of politics can be credible that assumes that human impulses are naturally benign, peaceable or reasonable.

    No when times are desperate qualifier. It’s hard to say whether this represents a darkening of Gray’s perception of human nature or merely a tacit acknowledgement that in our terrible modern world times are always desperate. My guess is that it’s the former, and that Gray would not think much of intentional communities. He would probably believe, as others who see humans as ‘fixed and flawed’ would, that such communities are merely idealistic, smaller-scale ‘fixed and flawed’ societies even more open to despots and cultists than larger, more heterogeneous cultures.

    And this takes us back to the essential point that no one really ‘knows’ human nature. Our experience and context of it is too narrow, and the narratives of human behaviour throughout history are inevitably tainted by their authors’ worldviews. As Lakoff has explained, we accept information that is consistent with our personal worldviews and reject, almost subconsciously, information that is not. Paul Simon, quoted at the top of this article, said the same thing. We believe what we want to believe. There is no ‘objective’, unarguable data that can be applied to change those beliefs. We are all, ultimately, as Gray himself argues, figments of reality — lonely collections of organs that evolved consciousness in their collective self-interest. He writes, in Straw Dogs: “We act in the belief that we are all of one piece, but we are able to cope with things only because we are a succession of fragments. We cannot shake off the sense that we are enduring selves, and yet we know we are not.”

    What is the ‘nature’ of a ‘succession of fragments’? I would argue that (at least when times are not desperate) its nature is evolutionary — to live, to experience, to be happy, and to socialize in the interest of enabling a continuation of that happy experience. It is in our collective interest to get along, to love, to converse, to live together in community, to maximize life and its diversity.

    But then what do I know. I’m just a figment of reality, a succession of fragments, a complicity of the creatures that make up my body, like anyone else.

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    a journey of friendship

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    In the present of love, miracles happen.

    Robber Schuller

    Curt and I have the kind of friendship that I wish everyone would be able to experience. It embodies the true meaning of partnership—trust, caring, risk-taking and all else that Replica Handbags friendship could embrace in our hurried and harried lives.

    Our friendship began many years ago. We met while attending different high schools, through competitive sports, and we had a mutual respect for each other’s athletic abilities. As the years progressed, we became the best of friends. Curt was best man in my wedding, and I was his a few years later when he married my sister’s roommate. He is also the godfather of my son, Nicholas. And yet the event that most exemplifies our partnership and solidified our friendship happened over 25 years ago, when we were young and in our carefree 20s.

    Curt and I were attending a pool party at the local Swim and Racquet Club. He had just won the door prize, a beautiful new watch. We were walking to the car, joking about the party, and Curt turned to me and said, “Steve, you’ve had a few cocktails, buddy—maybe I should drive.” At first I thought he was joking, but since Curt is definitely the wiser of us, I respected his sober judgment.

    “Good idea.” I said, and handed him the keys.

    Once I was settled in the passenger seat and Curt behind the wheel, he said, “I’m going to need your help because I’m not sure how to get to your home from here.”

    “No problem, “ I responded.

    Curt started the car and we were off—not without the usual first-time shifting jerks and stalls, stops and starts. The next ten miles seemed like a hundred as I prompted Curt with directions—left now, slow down, right pretty soon, speed up and so on. The important thing is that we got home safely that night.

    Ten years later at my wedding, Curt brought tears to the eyes of 400 guests as he told the story of our partnership and how we drove home together that night. Why such a remarkable story? We’ve all, I hope, offered our keys when we knew we shouldn’t drive. But you see, my friend Curt is blind. He has been since birth and never sat behind the wheel of a car before that night.

    Today, Curt is one of the top executives at General Motors in New York, and I travel around the country inspiring salespeople to form long-lasting partnerships and friendships with their clients. Our willingness to take risks and trust in each other continues to bring meaning and joy to the journey of friendship.

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    February 29th

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    29th February only happens once every four years

    The year 2008 has one extra day in it – February 29th. This is because it’s what we call ‘a leap year’.

    Every four years, the year has 366 days in Replica Handbags it instead of 365 – but why does this happen? Well, it actually takes the planet Earth 365 days and six hours to revolve completely around the sun. After four years an extra 24 hours have accumulated so an extra day is added to the calendar.

    It is called a leap year because hundreds of years ago in England, the extra day wasn’t legally recognised. Contracts that were made were apparently not seen as binding on that day. The British just leapt over that day. Therefore a year with 29 days in February is consequently called a leap year and that 29th day is sometimes called Leap Day.

    If you are born on 29th February in a leap year, there are difficulties in celebrating your birthday as the day only occurs once every four years. So people tend to celebrate on either 28th February or 1st March every year.

    There is a well-known tradition in the UK associated with 29th February, introduced many centuries ago. Women are allowed to break with tradition and propose to their boyfriends on this day.

    This all started back in the 5th Century, when a famous Irish saint, Bridget, complained to Saint Patrick, another famous Irish saint, that women had to wait too long for men to propose. According to the legend, Saint Patrick said any females yearning for a proposal could ask their boyfriend to marry them on this additional day in February.

    This so-called tradition was even written in law in the 13th Century. Scotland passed a law allowing women to propose to men in a leap year. It was said that if the men refused, they had to pay a fine!

    Now in 2008, there are calls for 29th February to become a public holiday. Some people believe that it should be an official day off, because no one gets paid extra for working an extra day in a leap year. For the moment though, the British still have to go to work on this day.

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    Working on love

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    JUST like every Friday, I had to rush into work, barely making it on time. No sooner had I put my bag on the table and sat myself down, than the HR manager came up to me Replica Handbags with another resume. Could this be the one? I asked myself.

    I had submitted my letter of resignation a few weeks before. Procedure dictated that it would be my job to interview the candidates who applied to replace me. But after several weeks of sieving, the right one still hadn’t turned up.

    I wanted desperately for this person to be the one who could relieve me of my position. So, I stood up decisively and walked to the reception area, where the candidate was waiting.

    There she was. I’m young and people seem to think I look naive; I didn’t want to give her that impression. Accordingly, I decided to play it as hard as I could. I coughed like a VIP about to make a big speech and spoke the candidate’s name. She followed me nervously into the interview room. While she was preparing to make her self-introduction, I browsed her resume, making marks here and there. But as soon as she started speaking and I found myself mesmerized by her melodious voice.

    When she had finished, I found that my throat was dry and that I was totally lost for words. I kept swallowing and couldn’t stop blinking. It took me several minutes before I could find the words to speak. “Oh, well… er.. can you tell me what your hobbies are?” What a question! She looked a bit surprised, “Well, dancing…”, then she mentioned several other activities. Walking back to the HR office after the interview, I committed to memory he cellphone number she had written on the resume. The next day, I decided to send her a message.

    After I had pressed the “send” button, I stared at the phone screen. Almost immediately, a vibration traveled through my palm. She had replied to my message.

    After initial greetings, I tried to put her at ease by telling her how nervous I had been at the interview. She relaxed and we spent the next few hours swapping notes about our lives.

    We got into the habit of sending each other text messages, saying what we were doing at the moment.

    One night, I tentatively asked her about her boyfriend. I didn’t quite understand whether she had one or not, but It seemed like I was in with a chance. I decided to push it a bit further.

    “How about now?”

    “I told you I didn’t have one up until now.”

    “That means you’ve got one now?”

    “I am not sure.”

    Upon hearing this, I dialed her number. A hoarse voice answered the phone.

    “Er…you have a cold?”

    “Yeah, but I’m getting better now. You must have something to say. It’s so late.”

    “Er…”

    Waiting for me to say something, she kept silent.

    “Er.. We were talking about boyfriends. Would you be willing to…?”

    “What?”

    I twisted and turned on my bed and pulled the quilt over my head. With a muffled voice, I said, “Would you be willing to be my girlfriend?”

    “Oh… but… I hadn’t thought about that. But I do feel something for you.”

    For the rest of the night, I was confused. I didn’t know what to make of what she had said. She said she likes me, but she is not my girlfriend yet.

    That was a few days ago.

    I don’t know what lies ahead for us, but I do trust my feelings. So when the time is right, I will ask her again, “Will you be my girlfriend? “

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    Chinese cuisine

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    This article is part of the Cuisine series

    Foods

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    Chinese cuisine (Chinese: 中國菜) originated from different regions of China and has become widespread in many other parts of the world — from East Asia to North America, Australasia Replica Handbags and Western Europe.

    Regional cultural differences vary greatly amongst the different regions of China, giving rise to the different styles of food. There are eight main regional cuisines, and they are: Anhui (Hui 徽), Cantonese (Yue 粵), Fujian (Min 閩), Hunan (Xiang 湘), Jiangsu (Su 蘇 or Yang 揚), Shandong (Lu 魯), Szechuan (Chuan 川), Zhejiang (Zhe 浙).

    National cuisine

    A meal in Chinese culture is typically seen as consisting of two or more general components: (1) a carbohydrate source or starch, known as 主食 in the Chinese language, (zhǔshí Pinyin , lit. “main food”, staple) — typically rice, noodles, or mantou (steamed buns), and (2) accompanying dishes of vegetables, meat, fish, or other items, known as 菜 (càiPinyin , lit. vegetable”) in the Chinese language. This cultural conceptualization is in some ways in contrast to cuisines of Northern Europe and the USA, where meat or animal protein is often considered the main dish, and analogous to the one of most Mediterranean cuisines, based typically on wheat-derived components like pasta or cous cous.

    Rice is a critical part of much of Chinese cuisine. However, in many parts of China, particularly northern China, wheat-based products including noodles and steamed buns (such as mantou) predominate, in contrast to southern China where rice is dominant. Despite the importance of rice in Chinese cuisine, at extremely formal occasions, sometimes no rice at all will be served; in such a case, rice would only be provided when no other dishes remained, or as a token dish in the form of fried rice at the end of the meal. Soup is usually served at the start of a meal and at the end of a meal in Southern China.

    Chopsticks are the primary eating utensil in Chinese culture for solid foods, while soups and other liquids are enjoyed[1] with a wide, flat-bottomed spoon (traditionally made of ceramic). It is reported that wooden chopsticks are losing their dominance due to recent logging shortfalls in China and East Asia [citation needed]; many Chinese eating establishments are considering a switch to a more environmentally sustainable eating utensil, such as plastic or bamboo chopsticks [citation needed]. More expensive materials used in the past included ivory and silver. On the other hand, disposable chopsticks made of wood/bamboo have all but replaced reusable ones in small restaurants.

    In most dishes in Chinese cuisine, food is prepared in bite-sized pieces (e.g. vegetable, meat, doufu), ready for direct picking up and eating. Traditionally, Chinese culture considered using knives and forks at the table barbaric due to fact that these implements are regarded as weapons. It was also considered ungracious to have guests work at cutting their own food. Fish are usually cooked and served whole, with diners directly pulling pieces from the fish with chopsticks to eat, unlike in some other cuisines where they are first filleted. This is because it is desired for fish to be served as fresh as possible. It is common in many restaurant settings for the server to use a pair of spoons to divide the fish into servings at the table. Chicken is another meat popular in Chinese meals. While the chicken is cut into pieces, every single piece of the chicken is served including gizzards and head. The emphasis in Chinese culture on wholeness is reflected here. It is considered bad luck if fish or chicken is served without its head and tail, as that is synonymous with something that does not have a proper beginning or end.

    In a Chinese meal, each individual diner is given his or her own bowl of rice while the accompanying dishes are served in communal plates (or bowls) that are shared by everyone sitting at the table. In the Chinese meal, each diner picks food out of the communal plates on a bite-by-bite basis with their chopsticks. This is in contrast to western meals where it is customary to dole out individual servings of the dishes at the beginning of the meal. Many non-Chinese are uncomfortable with allowing a person’s individual utensils (which might have traces of saliva) to touch the communal plates; for this hygienic reason, additional serving spoons or chopsticks (公筷, lit. common/public/shared chopsticks) may be made available. In areas with increased Western influence, such as Hong Kong, diners are provided individually with a heavy metal spoon for this purpose. The food selected is often eaten together with some rice either in one bite or in alternation.

    Vegetarianism is not uncommon or unusual in China, though, as is the case in the West, it is only practiced by a relatively small proportion of the population. The Chinese vegetarians do not eat a lot of tofu, unlike the stereotypical impression in the West. Most Chinese vegetarians are Buddhists. Chinese vegetarian dishes often contain large varieties of vegetables (e.g. pok choy, shiitake mushroom, sprouts, corn) and some “imitated meat”. Such “imitated meat” is created mostly with soy to imitate the texture, taste, and appearance of duck, chicken, or pork. Chinese Buddhist cuisine has many true vegetarian dishes that contain no meat at all.

    In contrast to most western meals, a Chinese meal does not typically end with a dessert. However, a sweet dish is usually served at the end of a formal dinner or banquet, such as sliced fruits or a sweet soup (糖水, lit. sugar water) which is served warm.

    In traditional Chinese culture, cold beverages are believed to be harmful to digestion of hot food, so items like ice-cold water or soft drinks are traditionally not served at meal-time. Besides soup, if any other beverages are served, they would most likely be hot tea or hot water. Tea is believed to help in the digestion of greasy foods. Despite this tradition, nowadays beer and soft drinks are popular accompaniment with meals. A popular combo in many small restaurants in parts of China is hot pot served with cold beer, a combination known as 冷淡杯 (Pinyin: leng3 dan4 bei1, literally: cold and bland cup, despite being strongly flavored), which is the very opposite of what traditional wisdom would admonish. Ideas from Chinese herbology, such as the four natures, influence the food combinations favored in traditional Chinese meals.

    Common dishes found on a national level

    There are many dishes that are considered part of the nation’s national cuisine today. Below are lists of a few of the more common dishes available in China on a national level.

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