Are these guys crazy? Well, to me these guys are some of the craziest world changers I’ve known so far. I’ve heard stories of people making a difference but to shoot it on video and post it up…. this just went another level!

Good job guys! You guys are the heroes of CHANGE!!!

There are many great quotes referring to the delicious cannoli.  The two below are my favourites.

“Leave the gun, take the cannoli”… Clemenza from The Godfather.

“I’ve never had cannoli before.  But if they are supposed to taste this good, I should have had them much sooner.” - My husband’s exact words when he tried the cannoli I made for this month’s Daring Bakers Challenge…

The November 2009 Daring Bakers Challenge was chosen and hosted by Lisa Michele of Parsley, Sage, Desserts and Line Drives. She chose the Italian Pastry, Cannolo (Cannoli is plural), using the cookbooks Lidia’s Italian-American Kitchen by Lidia Matticchio Bastianich and The Sopranos Family Cookbook by Allen Rucker; recipes by Michelle Scicolone, as ingredient/direction guides. She added her own modifications/changes, so the recipe is not 100% verbatim from either book.

Leave the gun... take the cannoli - Clemenza from The Godfather

Lisa has also been kind enough to put in PDF the  Cannoli recipe.  The only change I made was to increase the amount of marsala wine (I added another 1/4 cup) and an egg until the dough was wet enough to knead.  Unfortunately my first batch was too dry so I had to start over – but it was worth it!

As for the filling, I used a combination of candied oranges and dark chocolate.

Daring Bakers Challenge: Cannoli

Grazie Lisa for a great challenge!  Your detailed instructions made a world of difference – it gave me so much confidence to tackle the challenge.

En natt i Stockholm för över ett halv år sedan slutar jag snusa och jag kommer antagligen aldrig behöva göra det igen det men nu sitter jag där på balkongen med en cocktail av föräldralösa känslor i bröstet och röker en cigarett.

blåser rök på orion och tänker att det är inte så dumt för någon som för två år sedan inte såg ut att överleva decenniet.

men vad folk än säger om ensamhet så är den ensam. och det finns säkert både metoder och taktiker för sånt där men hur återhämtar man sig från en dödsstöt?

jag börjar misstänka att jag aldrig kommer att lista ut det.

och nikotinet och universum blåser liv i en känsla som virvlat in i min puls med hösten, som löven i vinden på trottoaren i morse när jag satt på en trappa och väntade på en anledning att gå därifrån, och jag längtar baklänges in i ett hjärta jag aldrig förtjänade igen.

och om du inte var där skulle du få se en kreativ dåre som brann som en fackla i nyårsnatten av efterklokhet på sin balkong och alla Öresundståg på väg hit eller dit, om inte bara jag var här om inte du var där…

panoramavyer i min navel, grön starr i mina ögon.

och störst av allt är kärleken, säger jag till mig själv och låter precis som man ska låta när man tror att man lärt sig av sina misstag och jag kan inte hjälpa att det har sagts förut för det är precis så jag känner.

Jag önskar att inte allt bara vore en oändlig slump.

I am by no means an actress. At fourteen years old, I dabbled in the art. I wrote a Shakespearean themed play to act out with a friend on a stage in front of parents, teachers and classmates. My monotone lines and blank stare were enough to scare me away. It just was not for me. I prefer to write the lines, and watch others perform. I’m a puppeteer; I run the show.

One might attribute my lack of acting skills to stage fright. It is an easy excuse. “My lines suffered from my stage fright.” No, thank you. I just cannot act. Now, you may presently be thinking: “What in hell does this have to do with writing?”

Everything.

Page fright, publication fright, whatever you would like to call it. It is the reason you have yet to submit a piece of your work to any type of publication.  You are afraid of rejection, of not being good enough. Who knows, you may not be.

Rejection means everything. It is the water to your seed of writing. You may pinch yourself to see if you are dreaming, what I am telling you is not a nightmare. Without rejection, you will be lead to think your writing does not need room to grow. It does, all writing needs room to grow. Rejection forces it to do so.

My first submission to a literary magazine took place at Rider University two years ago. I sat in my dorm, horrified. I had the guidelines in one screen, and my pieces in others. I refused to pick what to send to the magazine, I was afraid of what the outcome would be. I forced myself to submit a short story, and various poems. Not everything was accepted. To my surprise, that was thrilling. I was forced to confront the fact that my writing has yet to become perfect.

Now, I am daring you. Write a short story; write it about anything. Then, when you have tortured every last sentence to your idea of perfection, search for a literary magazine currently accepting submissions.

Submit.

The headline read, “Renowned climber dies in Himalayas.” I don’t know what drew my attention to a small article at the bottom of the page, tucked in the middle of a recent edition of the Columbus Dispatch.

Above all, he was a supreme climber who moved the boundaries of possible. He had an amazing gift and amazing strength. He was a mountaineering genius whose accomplishments have been admired by the whole world.”  [Comments made about veteran climber Tomaz Humar who was found dead in the Himalayas after he was injured and stranded.]

As I read the account, I wondered if — at the end of his life — this gifted climber felt the risks were worth the payoffs of reaching higher, being among the first to go solo, winning awards, and enjoying international fame.

This news story caused me to reflect. To question my own actions.

How does one know when to take the risk or take a pass?

To jump in the game or sit this one out?

When the next step is one step too far?

When innovation and courage becomes reckless?

I wondered if I may have been too quick to take risks in the past, cheered outlandish bravado instead of properly inspecting liability, treated the future carelessly.  The introspection and questions continued to linger.

Well, as luck would have it, I discovered answers a few days later — in the Sports Section of The Wall Street Journal of all places.

The article, “What’s so great about punting?” related how Coach Belichick was being ridiculed because he had recently made a risky decision which cost his New England Patriots the game to the Indianapolis Colts.

The call in question was to go for the yardage rather than play it safe and punt. The result caused Belichick to be called a fool and pundits declared it the worst coaching decision they had ever seen the coach make.

Hey, I thought, at least my foul-ups aren’t broadcast on television, discussed during post-game shows, and dissected in national newspapers.

But what I found to be most interesting was the research presented later in the article.  According to a recent study, people have an overwhelming tendency to make the supposedly safe choice — to err on the side of caution — even though doing so may lead to worse results.

Players who did something aggressive were more successful
than those who did something offensive.

Subjects made four times as many passive mistakes
as they did aggressive ones.

People embrace caution because of the regret they face
when it doesn’t turn out well for them.

It didn’t work out for Belichick this time.  But what if it had? Research shows that more often then not, the real gamble is playing it safe. Maybe the coach’s decision wasn’t that risky after all.

I realize every risk won’t result in success.  That my decision might be dangerous and uncomfortable, and I may suffer loss. But I also know that I will never reach distant shores if I choose to remain upon the dock, fearing that my little ship of dreams may be dashed upon the rock [F. Bolen].

If mistakes will be made whether I go for it or not, I figure I might as well embrace the risk. Climb to the top and enjoy the view. Push away from the dock and head toward the distant shore. Live the life I’ve imagined.

“To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. To not dare is to lose oneself” [Soren Kierkegaard].

Whatever you are, dare to be a good one!

Deanna

Choice designer Aranel Ah of BOOM has done it again. Today she released some autumnal turtleneck sweaters that are fantastic. In the graphic, I am actually wearing the Men’s version. I dunno why but I love wearing the boy’s stuff more than the ladies. Maybe because in real life I am cursed with breasts and I hate them, so in Second Life I live out my deep rooted fantasies of having a more modest bosom to lay men’s heads upon. Some people like to fuck furries, I just want a nice B cup for my dirty pillows.

Okay, so back to Miss Ah’s gorgeous sweaters! Here’s the SLurl to her main store on Existence: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Existence/181/22/21

The tops have been packaged up into groups of four colors, or sold individually. Honestly, it would be much more cost effective to buy the Plump Packs at 350 linden. Each comes with all the usual suspects: gorgeous textures, sculpted prims for sleeves and collars, AND all the layer options you could hope for! Overall, it makes you love BOOM even more than you do already.

Next, DARE is taking part of the “Weekend Fever” which starts Saturday at 12AM. The theme for these poses is the color BLUE ie the sky and all that belongs in it. Be like a bird, be like a feather, or drop like a stone. You can do all of the above with Chance Greatrex’s new poses. They will be priced at 50 linden, so chop-CHOP! Get ‘em while you can!

top – BOOM…………. Basic Turtleneck – rust Mens
bottom – Fishy Strawberry…………. Equinox Jeans – siena
tattoo – Garden of Ku…………. Angels & Demons – medium
ring – Uzuri…………. Chifu Ring
boots – KBoots …………. brown
eyes – Silhouette …………. Mood Eyes – sunny
skin – &Bean…………. Lake Betty – pale
hair – lamb…………. Whoop Dee Doo – snickers
poses – DARE (50L on Saturday)

I’m a huge fan of Pink Outfitters and of the House of London shops. So when I got the notice of London Dailey’s Birthday Sale, I skipped over gleefully!

Everything and anything PINK is ONLY 50 linden! Holy Shit! It’s fantastic!

The sale ends November 24th, so make sure you take advantage of this sale. Also Ms. Dailey wanted it noted that Fresh Fx Skins are part of the sale, however they are 50% off and NOT 50 linden. *waggles finger* No need to take advantage of the Birthday Girl! She’s earned her stripes and well worth the linden!

Lastly I wanted to say the graphic shows so new poses by from Chance Greatrex of DARE. They don’t seem to be on sale yet. So PLEASE pester Chance. Aside from being the MOST lovely man in Second Life, he would love a little chin scratching admiration.

NOTE: The poses are now on sale at DARE, only 200L for a set of six poses. Go now! Do! Buy!

top – Pink Outfitters…………. Brit Krust – bright pink (50L)
skirt – Pink Outfitters…………. The Builder Jumpsuit – shocking pink (50L)
glasses – DECO…………. Swank Glasses – black
cigarette – Naith Smit Designs…………. cigarette black
shoes – Cherry …………. Bow Slingbacks – pink/black (50L)
eyes – LeLutka …………. sky
skin – &Bean…………. Lake Barbie – pale freckles
hair – Tiny Bird …………. Hey Jude III – wheat
poses – DARE

Today marks six weeks.
Six weeks since that afternon lying on your bed, playing truth or dare.
Six weeks since you accepted my dare.
And six weeks since i accepted yours.
I loved that afternoon.
I love you so much.
I am loving you more and more every day.
My love is like an ever rising tide.
Its going to flood the place soon.

The Love tHat GrabbEd me BAck

Yeah, I’ve always been the weirdest and sarcastic person ever been known by me and I suppose the people who once knew me.

I am “the hated”, the black sheep in white sheep’s clothing.

I have always believed my life of pain and hatred that at least nobody can and would dare to love me. I was just so unlovable, simply because I myself don’t know how to show it. I was really unloving. Yeah, I wasn’t loving, I was rather hating!

Well if you could evaluate me by your standards, I could say I would fail. Well, who will like a person who don’t like to talk to you. Keeps silent, as if he hears no one. Would you like a person who shows signs that he don’t like you. Frowns, sage-like nods, etc. Just make a clear description of a kind of person that you would hate and you can count me in!

I had always chose to hurt rather than heal. I don’t know why, but my vocabulary just picks those painful words. The sad thing about me that time was, I tell people all lies. But if the Truth is just not what they want, well, Truth just came out to them the harsh way.

I never really loved anybody before. I need to apologize to all the girls who thought I have loved before. Yeah, I need to be honest with you. I was definitely lying to your face that time. I am just a great lyer, am I not? (Again I apologize, I don’t think this would matter to you by now. But, I know this would hurt you at some extent.)

I was a liar, a thief, a deceiver, a troublemaker drawing everybody close to trouble, the Hater and the Hated who hates a million times back, as evil as one can be. Who would love me? Who would care for me? Who can understand? Who would dare to be close to me?

Even my cousins don’t go near me anymore. Even the children curse me. Even, my own parents left me to struggle. Who then can I trust? NOBODY!

If his love was true, he would have heard me when I spent my night crying and praying to him! If he really was love, He would been at my side, when there’s nobody that I could really trust.

“Who hears me when I pray? Or is somebody really there listening whenever I pray? Is he sleeping each time I pray? Is he always on break each time I pray? Why does when I call to him no one seems to answer? I must be fooling myself here, no one really is up there to listen! Why should I call to somebody that doesn’t exist?”, I said to myself.

DETOUR>

Well, I was invited by a leader of that ministry,well, I did not have any idea that it was a ministry then. All I know is that I have found a family that loves me even when I don’t love back.

Well in that closed pink room, the leader have me seated on one of the beds. And I was just thinking,”what might this thing be?”

His voice were so gentle, the kind of gentleness that I don’t think I really deserve. But he was gentle, so I imitated his gentleness.

There was just something inside that room, that had really  penetrated my whole being. And I was still unable to understand it and withstand it.

The leader started speaking and for the first time, I became attentive to something which is related to a God. It was like my spirit was excited of something that is about to happen.

As the leader asked me,” do you believe in the Bible?”
My initial answer was a big “No”. I was really at nowhere that time, and I forgot my sarcasm.

He told me how legitimate the Bible is. And for the first time, I believed on it with all my heart. Somebody I don’t know was helping me to believe. I can even hear an inaudible voice that speaks so gentle and kind, aside from the words that are uttered by the leader.

My heart was kinda crushed when I realized that I’m in the wrong way. All of these times I’ve been believing that I was unloved. That I wasn’t heard. That I was fooled by God. All of the years that I believed the he plays with me. All of those was wrong. I was the one who hindered him from coming into my life. My sins just hid his face before me that I can’t be heard, though he was trying to hear me.

I remembered how I hated God before. HOw I accused him of not loving me. How I accused him of being a hypocrite. How I accuse him of being untrue. Those words just came back to me, and crushed my heart the more.

How could I hate the one who died for me? Oh, how cruel am I to say those things to be heard by him. How could I do that to the one who came to my rescue and died to rescue me?

My heart was just crushed! It was like it fell on a stone, as though the pieces of it just shattered and scattered around. My heart groan in pain, of the truth that was just delivered from heaven.

Who am I now that the Lord of Heaven should come down to rescue me? Who am I now that I should deserve to be considered as his son? Who am I now that he should suffer for the things that I did, for the all the wrong things that I enjoyed doing? Or Am I even worthy to escape the punishment that is set for me?

“I don’t deserve this!”, I said to myself after he have me read the scriptures that points out his love.

I remembered all the things that I did, from the lies to those evil tactics and deeds that I schemed. I was just so worst! I CANNOT REPAY THIS GREAT KINDNESS THAT THE LORD HAS SHOWN ME. I CANNOT EXPLAIN WHY HE DID THAT, BUT HE DID!

After a long while, at last I believed that love exist. Yeah TRUE LOVE STILL EXISTS! AND IT IS WITH THE LORD!

This world cannot contain his kindness. And no one will ever worthy to be compared to Him! NO ONE EVER IS LIKE HIM!

My heart was just pounding back and forth. My tears flowed like rivers of water, I cannot ever express how I felt. And all I have in his presence was gratitude.

And after that, I was never the same again.

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Just finished eating a raw chicken bread, no sweat.  Looks like somebody owes me $20
You’re gonna die dude, salmonella for sure
I ate chicken, not salmon, dude.

Picture by: DFW333 Submitted by: DFW333 via Fail Uploader

Truth or dare? Dare. Following the cruel treatment quiet vital and functional elements, bringing the object to muteness.

‘Now Again’, work by Boukje Janssen

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James Bond and hot girls!! I had the idea to dedicate a post about 007 films when I bought MIMIKRI’s last release of capes and immediateley I had Grace Jones on my mind jumping down the Eiffel tower….

Hello!

A whole week dedicated to internet research looking for  James Bond casts, characters and accessories (like guns! I had not ONE in my inventory –.- and found these on Xstreet as freebie…)

I want to show you the female side of James (hahaha) , and fashion interpretations of Bond girls like Famke Janssen, Grace Jones, the famous Golden Girl Shirley Eaton and others !

Really hope you like!!

Skin – LeLutka, Eclat light 1

Hair (+Hat) – [OH] , Oh My Boy gold

Shirt – Crazy , Lex Top

Coat – COCO , Trenchcoat Gray  NEW

Tights – *LINC* , Wool Panty Gray south west  NEW

Shoes – TESLA , High Oxford black

Earrings – Paper Couture , Faceted black diamond set

Shades – [ e l y s i o n  o p ti c ] – Vajrasattva Silver  NEW

Neckribbon – M A I I K I , part from Poof & Puff black outfit

Gloves – Lunas Boutique , Group gift

Glove Cuffs – M A I I K I , part from Poof & Puff black outfit

Bag – Null , Gainsbourg bag (colour and texture scripted!!)  NEW

Skin – LeLutka , Eclat Umber

Hair – MADesign Hair , Army Crop

Bodysuit – PIG , Sheila Bathing Suit black

Leggings – &Bean , Slick n’Shiny Silver

Cape – Mimikry , Helena Leather Cape black  NEW

Boots – Bax , Ankle Boots black patent

Necklace – Shampooo , Chain necklace black

Glasses – Ermmm… made by me  *o*  (couldnt find the one I needed for this outfit)

Gloves – GL Goodlook Design , part from Sexy Girl outfit

Skin – LeLutka , Eclat Light 1

Hair – Boon , JPN670 blonde  NEW

Coat – B@R , Empress  NEW

Body – SK Design , SLIM 2,0 snake  NEW

Boots – J’s , Western Boots light grey

Gloves – LeeZu , Nif Nif gloves

Hat + Arm fur – YIP , part of Yip’s Snowbear  FREE

Skin – Dutch Touch , Cleao Coffee punk 2

Hair – ETD , Juliana brown

Top – Vassnia , Wet Chupacabras , wet Shirt 1

Jacket – Aoharu , BT Short Riders Jacket black  NEW

Gloves – Naive , VIP Hunt GIFT

Pants – Adam n Eve , Leather unzip pants (What’s new group gift)  NEW

Boots – Storm Schmooz , Over knee Boots

Necklace – (NS) , Grenade Chain

Bracelet – Sn@tch , part from Backstage outfit, Croc spiked cuff

Earrings – Glow Studio , KOS Silver  NEW

Skin – SkinTight , Molten Golden

Dress – Mimikri , Blossom black

Hair – !Lamb , PoppySeed tacky gold  NEW

Socks – Zaara , part from Nishar Leggings dirty black  NEW

Shoes – Stiletto Moody , Bare Lauren bronze V1,24  NEW

Hair Bow – LaGyo , Simply A Bow black  NEW

Necklace – LaGyo , Memories, my old car  NEW

Bracelet – Ryca , Chain Bracelet gold

Panties – Baiastice , Culotte gold

Poses – Dare , right one from the BLACK set  NEW

Here I am, basically locked in my room, because I don’t like people who I hardly know in my house, listening to music and chewing a mintie, with my  lip swollen from biting it. To put it simply, I like  pain.  And for some unknown reason, the most extreme thing I’ve ever done  popped up into my head.

This  happened a while a go, and the reason I did it will seem, quite strange. I used to go  on a truth and dare website, and I was dared to do it.  It horribly scared me, but  it seemed so exciting. I put some thought into it, even watch videos of doing it.  This wasn’t to  be permanent  so that put some ease into my mind. I was dared to pierce my nipples.

I got a few different sharp  objects,  a towel,boiling water, and some ice. (And, yes I do and did  know that boiling water doesn’t sterilise.) My  heart  beat so fast, and I was feeling really jittery, I suppose would be the word. I had everything ready. no one else was home. I sat down, behind my bedroom door (just in case  they came home early) and  took some deep breaths, to calm down, though  really it did the opposite.

I  took my dress off  and iced  my tits. I first took a safety  pin out of the water  and got the towel. I  put the towel in my  non dominant hand . squeezed my right breast. tried to poke the pin in. It  wouldn’t pierce the skin. I tried a few times, I stopped. I gave myself a mental pep talk and iced my left breast. I did it the same as my right breast, except this time I used a thumb tack,(the kind that has a long metal bit and a shaped head, that is vaguely conical, not the golden ones with the concave heads) I pressed on the tack. It hurt, but in a good way. I  felt it pierce the skin.  It felt impossible to describe. I let go of the breath I didn’t  realise I was holding. and started to push it again.

But the angle was wrong, so I took it out. I repostioned it and pressed again. it went through one side,  by this time, I was shaking and my  heart was pounding. I pushed and I could see the the pin  pushing against the  other side of my nipple, the  other side was a bit harder to get through, I closed my eyes,squeezed my breast hard and really pushed, and   it moved.  I opened my  eyes and saw my nipple and moaned.  it was through my fucking nipple.

This side bled a bit,but it made it hotter. I repeated this on the other side, which I got right, the first(technically, second) time. it was amazing to see the push pins through my nipples. The left hurt a tiny bit, the right one didn’t, well it did, but it didn’t seem like pain. it was just fucking amazing. This made me so horny and wet, I took some pictures (for proof, which, sadly I had to delete, my brother wanted to borrow my camera) I left them in for about 10  mins.

Stupid thing to do? Yes. Regret it? No.
Many people will do things I would not dare think of, and I’ll do many things that other people wouldn’t even dream of.  My breasts were a bit tender for the rest of the day, but you couldn’t even notice anything different the day after. no prick marks,  no reddness or bruises.

I have always said, “ I am my own worst enemy…”  but where do I get this from?  I have learned over the years that if I dare to dream, only I can make things happen.

Through all my struggles when I grew up, learning hard lessons from my father and grandfather about “if you give an inch, you will receive tenfold back”, and how to take the “higher road” even if you can’t see the lesson to learn.  I continue to enlighten myself with the positive cheers not only from my supporters and champions, but from myself. If a negative situation arises in your life, look at it head on and take the positive from it.  God always has a reason for the way things happen.  It is up to you to see it in a new light.

It has to come from within.  If you can learn to believe in others then you can learn to believe in yourself.

There is a reason why each of us decided to embark on the most challenging task of all in life, to become an entrepreneur.  We have a dream!  We believe in our capabilities to endure the test, to become an inventor, a dreamer, or an owner of the best parts of us, our skills and knowledge!  It’s our soul that gives us our passions.  I believe that if we follow our hearts, our minds and our souls, our passions can take us to places that we never heard of.

We may not always continue on the path that we went to school to learn, and our soul’s path may have taken us down another road.  Our soul has been speaking to us, our supporters have been telling us to pursue our dreams!
Isn’t it time to listen to our hearts and souls and learn from others to achieve those goals?  One person can not know everything there is to know about running a business.  We sometimes do not know everything about income taxes or corporate taxes, that is what a supporter like Laurice is for!  We don’t know everything or have the time to devote to marketing or event planning, that is what I am here for! Or we need some insight into how to strategize our business plans and manage our projects or give you steps on time management, that is Tonya’s expertise!   It is our best asset to realize that sometimes we need the help of others to help guide us so we can grow from those experiences.

My suggestions to help you dream!
*Network, find others in the areas of expertise you do not know and develop your knowledge.
*Network to reach out and teach someone else.
*Impart your wisdom and expertise to a non profit, volunteer your time.  You might just gain some more exposure, at the same time as contributing to the community and giving back.  It really does make a person feel good!
*Don’t be afraid, pick up the phone and make that cold call! Set the appointment. ASK for the appointment. When you are direct, you will more likely land the appt.
*When you call someone, introduce yourself, not just the company.  Make it more personal, they are more likely to respond.  And try to make a joke in there some where.  Laughter eases the awkwardness of a cold call!
*Most of all, BELIEVE, in yourself and your capabilities. Learn the hard lessons and to not make the same mistakes again. Only you can make your dreams come true!

We are all here today to help each other.  There is a reason why God has given us each other.  To help, to grow, to guide, to inspire, and to teach others!

(Recycled Monogramed K Cards by Pistachio)

When I was younger, I wanted to have pink hair. In fact, I did. For one Halloween. I dressed up as a punk rocker. It was the 80s.  My mom sprayed my long, dark hair with pink glittery hair dye (obviously non-permanent). It was fun and daring. Later in life, I was again enamoured with pink hair. I was older and had greater autonomy. My mom didn’t like the idea of destroying my lovely hair. She warned me that people might not take me seriously with pink hair. Ugh. The kiss of death. To my mind, there could be nothing worse than not being taken seriously. And so ended my love affair with pink hair. Until now.

(Photo via Flickr)

Pink hair for me represents boldness and daring. It encompasses that dare-to-be-great situation that Lloyd Dobbler talks about in the movie Say Anything. Pink hair is savvy and risky and genius rolled into one. And it doesn’t give a flaming apple pie about your issues with taking it seriously.

In my next year, I wish for pink hair.