Every airline flight in the world over 24 hours.
i can’t stop staring at this
It looks as if Europe and US are having a pissing contest.
I play bass. I love animals. All-in-all, pretty generic.
Watching dr. Who and I have no idea what’s going on. Starting in season three: probably not the best idea. Go bbc!
I think it’s funny how working at a summer camp effects people. You can almost point them out in a crowd. Every august, scrolling through your dash, news feed, or wall, counselors change their profile pictures. Their statuses, tweets, and posts are all either about camp, contain camp jokes, or both. The more interesting part about it is you can also watch as camp slowly diffuses out of a persons life. Come September (I will remember), the statuses slowly contain less quotes, and the pictures tell stories of school life in place of camp life, but I’ve noticed that in the people that took the summer as more than just a job and took it as an opening of the eyes, mind, and heart. You can still see the camp life in their eyes and in their smile. It’s always interesting to see who those people are.
Camp isn’t just a summer job. It’s a place where you can find yourself in the new people you meet. Start habits to last a life time. Learn life lessons. Make memories to look back on. Every summer is different. But each year ends the same. School is starting, and all I can do is remember camp and wanting to linger. A little longer. A little longer here with you. But as the years go by, I think of you and sigh. This is goodnight and not goodbye.
Some call it fun and some may call it madness, so come on along and wipe away your sadness, happy campers are we having fun beneath the trees, and when we are done, we’ll remember all the fun we had at Interlochen.
I can’t believe this summer is already gone and over. It was a hell of a stressful one and I feel like I’ve finally got the feel of the dynamic of everything down and now it’s time to go. There have been ups and downs, and twists and turns, but I will never forget the memories I made this summer. I’ve gotten closer to more staff members this year than any other, and I won’t forget any of them. The campers weren’t completely horrible either. I mean, having the daughter of the produced/writer/director of Disney films like Tarzan and brave was pretty cool.
So now that the sun has set, the moon and stars are out, I listen into the woods and can already hear les preludes playing, ringing through the trees. I can hear the crying and the goodbyes on main camp and parents are trying to Shepard their children back home while counselors are trying to do the same thing so they can get at least two hours of sleep that night. I can smell the post camp dampness, I can feel the emptiness on the edges waiting patiently for the last camper to leave so that it can take over until next summer when everyone, including me, comes back. And when I do, I will sit where I am now, and if I listen closely, I’ll be able to hear them coming for another summer of fun beneath the trees.
We need this because reasons. This one’s for the coffee drinkers amongst you - British designer Joshua Renouf has come up with a coffee making alarm clock which can wake you up with a fresh cup of joe.
When a tree grows, it makes a lot of tough choices.
"Do I grow close to this tree, or in the middle of the field? The tree will keep me company, but could potentially stunt my growth. The field would give me plenty of sun, but nutrients might be scarce. Do I stay with one trunk, or do I split down the middle? If I decide to split, when do I do it? Sooner, or later? Will I have enough strength to support both sides equally now, or do I gamble that there will be enough later. And what if one side doesn’t get enough sun on it’s side and tries to grow into my space? My sun will be blocked by my own second half. But it could also help me get more sun so I can grow even bigger. Can my roots even support my branches if I split? What if the soil is too soft for me too get too big? What if I grow too big on one side and break down the middle? Half of me will be gone, rotting at my base. But if that does happen, will it really be gone, or will I just soak it up in my roots as it decomposes? On the other hand, what if I decide to stay single trunked and grow tall? Sure it’s sunny now, but there are other saplings around, and buildings could be built around me and could block my sun. Those dark patches will stall my growth. I’ll have to grow left to get more sun. Agh, the shade again, gotta grow to the right again. 50 years later I’ll be all curly. I won’t look like the other trees that are growing straight and tall with two or three main branches, instead I could have dozens of smaller branches sprouting up my trunk."
Trees live hard lives. Every choice they make is shown on the outside for everyone to see. But we don’t care what they look like. We think they are all beautiful just the way they are, regardless of the choices they make. And so the trees grow, not caring what we think of them. We could learn a thing or two from the trees. Except trees aren’t conscious of these decisions, nor can they change what happens to them. They are just trees, and they don’t worry about anything. They grow where their seeds land, and move to toward the sun, and let the chemical signals within and between their cells make their decisions for them. Maybe we could still learn something from the trees.