tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36159582409115519342024-03-21T16:10:41.258-07:00Alien JournalistAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-68695613012055202652015-05-17T05:44:00.002-07:002015-05-17T06:31:12.451-07:00The Health Nut's Guide To Frugal Smoothies
Nothing
screams “wellness” more than a cold, creamy smoothie. Packed with
fruit and veggies, they are basically medicine in a glass, providing
antioxidants, fiber, vitamins.
They are also extremely versatile. Add
some nut butter or avocado and call it a meal. Having a sweet tooth?
Thrown in a handful of chocolate chips. Thirsty? Try a detox
trifecta: cucumber, spinach, apple. But while Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-5703624838350986182015-04-28T09:40:00.000-07:002015-04-28T09:40:13.569-07:00Soul mates, but clashing personalities
If
my marriage would be run through the love algorithms used
by Match.com and other popular dating websites, a blaring alarm would
go off and the whole system would instantly crash. I wish it was an
exaggeration.
Truth
is, we are not, by any artificial intelligence standards - or human
for that matter - a match made in heaven. What we really are is the
mismatched pair of socks a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-58765220972214229362015-03-16T10:09:00.000-07:002015-03-16T10:09:35.430-07:00 Pecha Kucha –A breakthrough for the creative voice of the masses
There’s
a moment in the beginning of a PechaKucha Night when you wonder if you
mistakenly end up at the wrong show. It happens quite often actually, because
for a first-timer, it looks a lot like a TED Talk.
But
comparing the two would be like explaining the differences between a red velvet
cupcake and a cake pop. While equally delicious, they're nothing alike. On many levelsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-75177046001114020732015-03-10T04:55:00.001-07:002015-03-10T04:55:56.725-07:00Four ways moving to another country is like being born all over again
There are a couple of fundamental moments in our
development that we don’t find out about until later in life. That’s only
possible by scrolling through photo albums of first steps, first words, first
bath etc. These firsts are our parents most treasured recollections, but have
little to no significance to us.
Despite our best efforts to remember, our
brains will bring to the surface Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-89605506627529025802015-02-25T06:05:00.000-08:002015-02-25T06:05:02.384-08:00 Rediscovering family through Skype
A year ago,
I viewed Skype as merely a tool of communication. Today, with over 5000 miles
standing between me and all things once familiar, this little gem of technology
proves to lessen homesickness,
one session at a time.
When my husband and I decided to trade Romania, our small
European country, for the glamour of Chicago, there was nothing holding us
back. No kids, no loans and, thanks Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0Chicago, IL, USA41.8781136 -87.62979819999998241.4995241 -88.275245199999986 42.256703099999996 -86.984351199999978tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-48221345267726000692015-02-17T09:24:00.001-08:002015-02-17T09:24:32.941-08:00Going off the beaten path to adjust in a new country
Last year,
just before packing my whole life in two blue suitcases and moving from an
ex-communist European country to the cosmopolitan city of Chicago, I did what
most people would do. Opened my browser and type in “How to adjust to a new
culture”. Thanks to some handy tips from
Chicago bloggers, I
prided myself on knowing both the good and the ugly about my soon-to-be home
country. Yet, I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-70109017711600533922015-02-09T08:58:00.001-08:002015-02-09T09:00:44.006-08:00Your Valentine’s Day? None of my business
Last week, while on a break at
work, a friend asked me what seems to be the most pressing question of the
month: “So, how are you planning to spend Valentine’s Day?” Her hushed, secretive voice, suggested she
expected me to come up with something naughty, illegal even.
In the past, this issue would
have been a no-brainer. Nowadays, when my husband and I are close to
celebrating four Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-38768310352542207812015-01-19T19:43:00.003-08:002015-01-19T20:00:55.347-08:00The terrible way people shun grief after a breakup
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first ultra-marathon - which is usually nothing less than 30 miles. They say it
is just as hard and exciting as it sounds.
A dozen of race medals are already neatly line
up on a wooden hanger, in your bedroom, but this one will be special. You want
it so badly you spare no effortAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-36253493052553070332015-01-01T07:50:00.000-08:002015-01-01T08:06:06.656-08:00 Mom, are we there yet?<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Dear Mrs. Elizabeth Fenner,
Before
writing these lines, I stared for a couple of seconds at this picture of you. “She
looks like a tough lady (gulp!)” I said to myself. But there was no way I could
back out.
You
see, there are probably at least a hundred of college kids making a bee line at
your door for an internship. Many of them Chicago natives, studying at Columbia or Loyola. Why Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-33308940774513914142014-11-25T20:09:00.000-08:002015-01-27T05:26:47.441-08:00 Four band-aid tricks for a drama-free marriage<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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The last few
years gained Chicago the reputation of an “Ice Age” city, but unlike the famous
animation characters - who survive a meltdown and a confrontation with
dinosaurs - people living here face another great challenge: playing peekaboo
with public transportation.
There’s a
study to prove it. According to the "Urban Mobility Report", Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-24737792659075786732014-11-17T20:42:00.000-08:002014-11-18T09:40:25.662-08:00Five hilarious takeaways from horror movies <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Unless you
are a die-hard fan, you don’t see much
beyond the spookiness of a horror movie. Plopped on your comfy couch, you watch
it while shoveling popcorn in your mouth, shivering with fear whenever a creepy
face comes out of the closet or someone is stabbed in the shower. I used to be like that. But then my husband
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Fully dressed in my winter gear, I could easily pass
for an eskimo. The whip-cream colored puffy coat and matching boots I spend on
a small fortune are both covered in faux fur and my face is half-buried in a
giant white knitter scarf my mom bought for me. While I feel a little
ridiculous, I hear this is the usual winter uniform around these parts.
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With an empty refrigerator
staring back at us, the twelve-pound turkey we bought last week from Target, saving it for Thanksgiving meal, suddenly called our names. A stuffing of
vegetables on their last leg followed by a good butter and seasoning massage
made for an exquisite meal. My husband helped setting the table, while I garnished
the mash potatoes andAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-64535330078129316742014-10-30T19:35:00.000-07:002014-10-31T07:52:35.075-07:00You probably won’t marry your soul mate. Get over it!<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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April, when my name was called over the microphone, as a second-place winner in
a journalism national competition. I knew I was going to be
among finalists. My article – a love story between two math
teachers – had just enough drama to make you shed a tear and also a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04132613538443894703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615958240911551934.post-41594082429281042522014-10-21T20:25:00.000-07:002014-10-24T09:58:06.059-07:00 Living according to the “The Secret” and hating it<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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It’s hard to pin point the
exact moment when I started to project my life in America. My earliest memory
of this kind is from college, when I developed a habit of looking up on Google
Images for stunning, obviously digitally enhanced pictures of Chicago’s skyline
and save them as a desktop background, which I then stared at whenever I was
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