In one word, tell us what traveling means to you!

In one word, tell...:

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Check this out, Hostelworld asked fans on Facebook to describe traveling is one word, here are some answers:

Living

Destiny

Life

Adventure

Freedom (I think that's the most common one)

Love (that was my thought too)

Fulfillment

Increasing global understanding (you lost points on the one-word requirement)

Experience

Fun

Enrichment

Horizon (I like this)
Making awesome pictures to make your facebook friends jealous! ( =D )

and the most interesting:

放( A Chinese word mean :to release , to free, to let go, to put )

There are so many different lives in the world, but during our whole life, we only get to see one.
I think no matter how well we think we know a person, we can never know what it's like to be them.

"Shoes for crazy young people"

Is this a shoe, a piece of art, or a statement?
Maybe it's all three because that is what we are trying to get to here in the 21rst century!

Гильке

Как сон всё это начиналось
И обернулось вдруг судьбой...

je veux l'amour, le joie, de la bonne humeur

Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz,
Je n'en veux pas
Des bijoux de chez Chanel,
Je n'en veux pas
Donnez moi une limousine,
J'en ferais quoi
Papalapapapa
Offrez moi du personnel,
J'en ferais quoi
Un manoir à Neufchâtel ,
Ce n'est pas pour moi
Offrez moi la tour Eiffel,
J'en ferais quoi

Je veux de l'amour, de la joie,
De la bonne humeur
Ce n'est pas votre argent
Qui fera mon bonheur
Moi je veux crever la main sur le cœur
Allons ensemble découvrir ma liberté
Oubliez donc, tous vos clichés
Bienvenue dans ma réalité

J'en ai marre de vos bonnes manières
C'est trop pour moi
Moi je mange avec les mains
Et je suis comme ça
Je parle fort et je suis franche
Excusez-moi
Fini l'hypocrisie moi, je me casse de là
J'en ai marre des langues de bois
Regardez-moi
Toute manière je vous en veux pas
Et je suis comme ça
Je suis comme ça

Je veux de l'amour, de la joie,
De la bonne humeur
Ce n'est pas votre argent
Qui fera mon bonheur
Moi je veux crever la main sur le cœur
Allons ensemble découvrir ma liberté
Oubliez donc, tous vos clichés
Bienvenue dans ma réalité 


--Zaz

Nouvelle Vague, Женя Любих

Из другой галактики, фото Антарктики...

5th Grade

From my 5th grade album:

My favorites:
School subject: Music
Hobby: Write about my flowers every day
Sport: Soccer
Food: Fruits
Place to eat: Flying Pizza
Movie: Doctor Dolittle
Book: Wayside School
TV Show: The World's Funniest
Song: Russian Fold Song, Swings with Wings

The person I most admire is my step dad because if I ask him something I perfectly understand his answer.
When I grow up, I want to be a veterinarian because I really like animals.
My most memorable Tremont experience was to run a mile in 9 minutes and 15 seconds.
Someday, I'd like to meet a well-known composer because I really like music and I want to be a composer (I already made up three songs).
If I could change the world, I would change it by writing a lot of pretty music.
The best advice I could give next year's fifth graders is do your homework.

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Childhood is kind of like being drunk - it was so clear to you then, but you have no idea what you meant now.

Dynamism!

Boccioni "The Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash"
1912

Honestly, I'm not always a fan of futurism.  But this painting feels so energetic and joyful, that it's hard to resist.  As if somebody was taking a picture of the woman, then noticed the dog, and lowered the camera to the dog, and was completely mesmerized by the little running thing, with all of its short but quick paws.

Film called Thursday

Interesting... :)


Thursday from Matthias Hoegg on Vimeo.

Piet

Piet Mondrian
Still Life with Ginger Jar II
1911-12

Mondrian's early paintings leave me with really quite a pleasant sensation.  It is the way he divides space, which is not at all aggressive as so many other cubist works seem to be.  Everything in the room - the space, the air, the objects, are broken up into pieces - soft rounded shapes, not really rough blocks.  It feels as though I am wallowing through a room, and the pieces are hanging from the ceiling on strands of thread.  There is a light wind, that puts the pieces is a small, calming, constant motion.  And as I walk in the room, I have to use my hands to move away the pieces in front of me, but once I pass they float back into their original positions.  Everything is soft and welcoming.