excellenceasahabit:

Reblogging for my husband. 
luciwithani:

kateoplis:

"The first thing I do is I dress for airports. I dress for security. I dress for the worst-case scenario. Comfortable shoes are important — I like Clarks desert boots because they go off and on very quickly, they’re super comfortable, you can beat the hell out of them, and they’re cheap.
In my carry-on, I’ll have a notebook, yellow legal pads, good headphones. Imodium is important. The necessity for Imodium will probably present itself, and you don’t want to be caught without it. I always carry a scrunchy lightweight down jacket; it can be a pillow if I need to sleep on a floor. And the iPad is essential. I load it up with books to be read, videos, films, games, apps, because I’m assuming there will be downtime. You can’t count on good films on an airplane. 
I check my luggage. I hate the people struggling to cram their luggage in an overhead bin, so I don’t want to be one of those people.
On the plane, I like to read fiction set in the location I’m going to. Fiction is in many ways more useful than a guidebook, because it gives you those little details, a sense of the way a place smells, an emotional sense of the place. So, I’ll bring Graham Greene’s The Quiet American if I’m going to Vietnam. It’s good to feel romantic about a destination before you arrive.” 
"I never, ever try to weasel upgrades. I’m one of those people who feel really embarrassed about wheedling. I never haggle over price. I sort of wander away out of shame when someone does that. I’m socially nonfunctional in those situations. 
I don’t get jet lag as long as I get my sleep. As tempting as it is to get really drunk on the plane, I avoid that. If you take a long flight and get off hungover and dehydrated, it’s a bad way to be. I’ll usually get on the plane, take a sleeping pill, and sleep through the whole flight. Then I’ll land and whatever’s necessary for me to sleep at bedtime in the new time zone, I’ll do that. 
There’s almost never a good reason to eat on a plane. You’ll never feel better after airplane food than before it. I don’t understand people who will accept every single meal on a long flight. I’m convinced it’s about breaking up the boredom. You’re much better off avoiding it. Much better to show up in a new place and be hungry and eat at even a little street stall than arrive gassy and bloated, full, flatulent, hungover. So I just avoid airplane food. It’s in no way helpful. 
For me, one of the great joys of traveling is good plumbing. A really good high-pressure shower, with an unlimited supply of hot water. It’s a major topic of discussion for me and my crew. Best-case scenario: a Japanese toilet. Those high-end Japanese toilets that sprinkle hot water in your ass. We take an almost unholy pleasure in that.”
"I’ve stopped buying souvenirs. The first few years I’d buy trinkets or T-shirts or handcrafts. I rarely do that anymore. My apartment is starting to look like Colonel Mustard’s club. So much of it comes out of the same factory in Taiwan.”
"The other great way to figure out where to eat in a new city is to provoke nerd fury online. Go to a number of foodie websites with discussion boards. Let’s say you’re going to Kuala Lumpur — just post on the Malaysia board that you recently returned and had the best rendang in the universe, and give the name of a place, and all these annoying foodies will bombard you with angry replies about how the place is bullshit, and give you a better place to go.”
Bourdain: How to Travel

Bourdain Appreciation Life. 


Love this man.

excellenceasahabit:

Reblogging for my husband. 

luciwithani:

kateoplis:

"The first thing I do is I dress for airports. I dress for security. I dress for the worst-case scenario. Comfortable shoes are important — I like Clarks desert boots because they go off and on very quickly, they’re super comfortable, you can beat the hell out of them, and they’re cheap.

In my carry-on, I’ll have a notebook, yellow legal pads, good headphones. Imodium is important. The necessity for Imodium will probably present itself, and you don’t want to be caught without it. I always carry a scrunchy lightweight down jacket; it can be a pillow if I need to sleep on a floor. And the iPad is essential. I load it up with books to be read, videos, films, games, apps, because I’m assuming there will be downtime. You can’t count on good films on an airplane. 

I check my luggage. I hate the people struggling to cram their luggage in an overhead bin, so I don’t want to be one of those people.

On the plane, I like to read fiction set in the location I’m going to. Fiction is in many ways more useful than a guidebook, because it gives you those little details, a sense of the way a place smells, an emotional sense of the place. So, I’ll bring Graham Greene’s The Quiet American if I’m going to Vietnam. It’s good to feel romantic about a destination before you arrive.” 

"I never, ever try to weasel upgrades. I’m one of those people who feel really embarrassed about wheedling. I never haggle over price. I sort of wander away out of shame when someone does that. I’m socially nonfunctional in those situations. 

I don’t get jet lag as long as I get my sleep. As tempting as it is to get really drunk on the plane, I avoid that. If you take a long flight and get off hungover and dehydrated, it’s a bad way to be. I’ll usually get on the plane, take a sleeping pill, and sleep through the whole flight. Then I’ll land and whatever’s necessary for me to sleep at bedtime in the new time zone, I’ll do that. 

There’s almost never a good reason to eat on a plane. You’ll never feel better after airplane food than before it. I don’t understand people who will accept every single meal on a long flight. I’m convinced it’s about breaking up the boredom. You’re much better off avoiding it. Much better to show up in a new place and be hungry and eat at even a little street stall than arrive gassy and bloated, full, flatulent, hungover. So I just avoid airplane food. It’s in no way helpful. 

For me, one of the great joys of traveling is good plumbing. A really good high-pressure shower, with an unlimited supply of hot water. It’s a major topic of discussion for me and my crew. Best-case scenario: a Japanese toilet. Those high-end Japanese toilets that sprinkle hot water in your ass. We take an almost unholy pleasure in that.”

"I’ve stopped buying souvenirs. The first few years I’d buy trinkets or T-shirts or handcrafts. I rarely do that anymore. My apartment is starting to look like Colonel Mustard’s club. So much of it comes out of the same factory in Taiwan.”

"The other great way to figure out where to eat in a new city is to provoke nerd fury online. Go to a number of foodie websites with discussion boards. Let’s say you’re going to Kuala Lumpur — just post on the Malaysia board that you recently returned and had the best rendang in the universe, and give the name of a place, and all these annoying foodies will bombard you with angry replies about how the place is bullshit, and give you a better place to go.”

Bourdain: How to Travel

Bourdain Appreciation Life. 

Love this man.

Good news on a Monday!

I passed my BodyPump video! This was the last step in the (long, drawn out) certification process.

Now to get to better coaching, less counting, and deeper squats!

What food I made today.

The best pancakes that I’ve ever made. From scratch. I didn’t have but a bite; this is my husband’s opinion.

Oven bacon and scrambled eggs to go with the pancakes. (Just for the record-I don’t like breakfast, so I cooked this for my husband and SIL who was visiting. I ate a bagel with cream cheese and a Greek yogurt.)

For dinner we had some type of red meat. I don’t know. But whenever I buy it (when the good cuts are on sale) I prepare it the same way: heat a cast iron skillet with a little bacon fat in it, season each side of the room temp meat with s&p, sear on each side, put in preheated broiler for a hot minute, let rest. Always comes out perfect. We also made rotated Bojangles cauliflower. Delicious. Not much to complain about with roasted veggies, evoo, and sodium.

But. My piece de resistance was that I made Thomas Keller’s roasted chicken. It’s a super easy recipe, but it’s so freaking incredible. (Of course I tasted some to make sure it was suitable.) the skin is soooo crispy and the meat is sooo juicy. Really phenomenal. Worth the fact that it smoked up our house haha.

So now I’m ready for some meals during the week since I’m feeling better than last week and do some more pump classes.

Yay for productive weekends!!

lifethoughtandcharacter:

wanderlustlifestyle:

That I may serve. School mottos because 1) my school has one 2) I know what it is. (Insert side eye to my UVA coworkers who didn’t know their school motto and learned that they didn’t have one!)

Ut prosim.

BULLSSHDBrotherhood, ut prosim, leadership, loyalty, sacrifice, service, honor, duty. The 8 pillars or VT. The acronym is eerily similar to bullshit. Makes it easy for tour guides to remember.

lifethoughtandcharacter:

wanderlustlifestyle:

That I may serve. School mottos because 1) my school has one 2) I know what it is. (Insert side eye to my UVA coworkers who didn’t know their school motto and learned that they didn’t have one!)

Ut prosim.

BULLSSHD

Brotherhood, ut prosim, leadership, loyalty, sacrifice, service, honor, duty.

The 8 pillars or VT. The acronym is eerily similar to bullshit. Makes it easy for tour guides to remember.

I called my friend thinking that she was 3 blocks away, but she was in Oregon and that was seriously devastating.

Tags: hi Kiki

yallhush:

Rory McIlroy & Sergio Garcia v. Phil Mickelson & Rickie Fowler

Bring it on, Europe! It’s Ryder Cup time! USA!

Rickie Rickie Rickie Fowler y’aaaaallllll

Tags: golf life

I will never buy another bag that doesn’t have a zipper/some type of closure mechanism.

deep thoughts. I was just thinking about how I like a lot of tory burch bags, but I won’t buy them because that’s a lot of money on a bag without a zipper. Not that I use my zipper a lot, but I like knowing it’s there.

In news that nobody cares about, there’s a BuzzFeed article about a giant waterslide that someone over in the UK installed in their backyard.

The name of the town is my [former] middle name!

(My husband and I are, like, the most anglo people in the world…3/4ths from England/Wales and 1/4 from Germany. It’s basically the least unique combo ever.)

First paycheck. #moneyaintathing

First paycheck. #moneyaintathing