10,000 germ species live in and on healthy people
WASHINGTON (AP) — They live on your skin, up your nose, in your gut - enough bacteria, fungi and other microbes that collected together could weigh, amazingly, a few pounds….
The original article and other great content can be found at this URL: http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_MED_BODY_OF_GERMS?SITE=RIPAW&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT
A site called KeepVid allows you to download videos. Read more in this keepvid review.
Siena Chiang: How Being Adopted Shaped My Sense Of Style
Because I am adopted, I share very few (read: zero) physical traits with my mother. She is blonde and waifish (we’re talking size double-zero) with a freckly Irish complexion and sparkling blue eyes. I have brown hair bordering on black, am naturally olive-toned and a healthy-looking five-foot-eight (when I bother to stand up straight).
My mom was an actress-turned-costume stylist when I was little, so fashion was part of my vernacular from the very start. Most of my earliest memories are of playing on the escalator in Macy’s while my mom carted racks of clothing up to Studio Services to be loaned out for a shoot. The women who worked in the corporate office on the top floor (and their strawberry-flavored candies) were my best friends.
Until I was about six, my wardrobe toed the line between eccentric, prim and bad-ass on a daily basis. This was at the point when my mom (and my abnormally stylish dad) maintained full autonomy over my sartorial choices. They chose it, and I put it on. In hindsight, I couldn’t be more grateful. It’s given me some awesome archival material for Instagram, not to mention quite a few stellar Facebook profile photos.
But as it goes with most “normal” mother-daughter relations, the latter grows into her own, and finds herself needing to rebel. In my case, this meant going full tomboy. A head-to-toe denim outfit was my uniform for the entirety of first grade. Then when I was 11, I insisted on shearing my long, straight hair into a (totally unflattering) bob. To this day, despite having grown beyond my “sporty” phase, my obsession with jeans is a vestige of that “non-fashion” period — black skinny J Brands are my both my weakness and weekend uniform.
In middle school, my mother and I took trips to the mall in which the inevitable would occur: she would present me with options (probably perfectly fine choices that I’ve blocked out to make myself feel better) and I would freak out at how crazy/awful/stupid she was for thinking that I would ever wear [insert perfectly normal article of clothing here]. It could not have been pretty to watch. I would counter by asking for some outrageously overpriced item (Von Dutch jeans, anyone? Juicy velour sweatsuits?) and we would fight over what was an “appropriate” price range for a 13-year-old’s wardrobe. Half the time I would leave with the purchase I wanted. The other half I would head to the car sulking at how terrible my life was. Ultimately, I ended up with a half-baked wardrobe of expensive things that didn’t match and have since been thrown away. Maybe that’s some weird, poignant analogy for middle school.
At some point between these uncomfortable, middle school years and “adulthood,” I came to a subconscious realization about why I had needed to rebel so fervently: the style that works so well for my mother just does not work for me (refer back to the traits listed in paragraph two). Even by age 10, my body had matured to the point where it was clear that the clothing that best suited us was vastly different. My mom’s attempts to fit me in her nice, little cardigans only exaggerated my already broad shoulders. Her love of mismatched silky florals with a leather skirt or boxy jacket looked freakish on a girl of my age and stature. Instead of continuing to swim upstream, so to speak, I needed to learn how to embrace her point of view while also creating my own.
Only now that I have “matured” into adulthood have I been able to see what a blessing having a stylish mother is, even if we don’t have similar body types or ideas about beauty. She has taught me the importance of being fearless when it comes to trying colors, prints and textures, while also holding true to your basic style principles. She has instilled in me the ability to differentiate between value and cost: just because something has a large price-tag does not mean it is of high quality. Equally importantly, there are things that are absolutely worth spending money on (handbags, boots and watches come to mind).
Perhaps the most important lesson from my mother’s textbook on style is how to be resourceful. Consignment stores and the sale rack are our secret weapons. Mixing a t-shirt from Target with a jacket from J. Crew and a vintage designer handbag found at Decades is not just an experiment in frugality; it’s embedded in how we choose to dress. So while I may not look like my mother or dress like her in any way, you can be sure that the underlying tenets of style were passed down from one generation to the next.
Take a peek at the photos below to see how Siena’s style changed over the years and be sure to check out Stylelist on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr and Pinterest.
Press here to learn about Garmin Nuvi 780 for Christmas.
Siena Chiang: How Being Adopted Shaped My Sense Of Style
Because I am adopted, I share very few (read: zero) physical traits with my mother. She is blonde and waifish (we’re talking size double-zero) with a freckly Irish complexion and sparkling blue eyes. I have brown hair bordering on black, am naturally olive-toned and a healthy-looking five-foot-eight (when I bother to stand up straight).
My mom was an actress-turned-costume stylist when I was little, so fashion was part of my vernacular from the very start. Most of my earliest memories are of playing on the escalator in Macy’s while my mom carted racks of clothing up to Studio Services to be loaned out for a shoot. The women who worked in the corporate office on the top floor (and their strawberry-flavored candies) were my best friends.
Until I was about six, my wardrobe toed the line between eccentric, prim and bad-ass on a daily basis. This was at the point when my mom (and my abnormally stylish dad) maintained full autonomy over my sartorial choices. They chose it, and I put it on. In hindsight, I couldn’t be more grateful. It’s given me some awesome archival material for Instagram, not to mention quite a few stellar Facebook profile photos.
But as it goes with most “normal” mother-daughter relations, the latter grows into her own, and finds herself needing to rebel. In my case, this meant going full tomboy. A head-to-toe denim outfit was my uniform for the entirety of first grade. Then when I was 11, I insisted on shearing my long, straight hair into a (totally unflattering) bob. To this day, despite having grown beyond my “sporty” phase, my obsession with jeans is a vestige of that “non-fashion” period — black skinny J Brands are my both my weakness and weekend uniform.
In middle school, my mother and I took trips to the mall in which the inevitable would occur: she would present me with options (probably perfectly fine choices that I’ve blocked out to make myself feel better) and I would freak out at how crazy/awful/stupid she was for thinking that I would ever wear [insert perfectly normal article of clothing here]. It could not have been pretty to watch. I would counter by asking for some outrageously overpriced item (Von Dutch jeans, anyone? Juicy velour sweatsuits?) and we would fight over what was an “appropriate” price range for a 13-year-old’s wardrobe. Half the time I would leave with the purchase I wanted. The other half I would head to the car sulking at how terrible my life was. Ultimately, I ended up with a half-baked wardrobe of expensive things that didn’t match and have since been thrown away. Maybe that’s some weird, poignant analogy for middle school.
At some point between these uncomfortable, middle school years and “adulthood,” I came to a subconscious realization about why I had needed to rebel so fervently: the style that works so well for my mother just does not work for me (refer back to the traits listed in paragraph two). Even by age 10, my body had matured to the point where it was clear that the clothing that best suited us was vastly different. My mom’s attempts to fit me in her nice, little cardigans only exaggerated my already broad shoulders. Her love of mismatched silky florals with a leather skirt or boxy jacket looked freakish on a girl of my age and stature. Instead of continuing to swim upstream, so to speak, I needed to learn how to embrace her point of view while also creating my own.
Only now that I have “matured” into adulthood have I been able to see what a blessing having a stylish mother is, even if we don’t have similar body types or ideas about beauty. She has taught me the importance of being fearless when it comes to trying colors, prints and textures, while also holding true to your basic style principles. She has instilled in me the ability to differentiate between value and cost: just because something has a large price-tag does not mean it is of high quality. Equally importantly, there are things that are absolutely worth spending money on (handbags, boots and watches come to mind).
Perhaps the most important lesson from my mother’s textbook on style is how to be resourceful. Consignment stores and the sale rack are our secret weapons. Mixing a t-shirt from Target with a jacket from J. Crew and a vintage designer handbag found at Decades is not just an experiment in frugality; it’s embedded in how we choose to dress. So while I may not look like my mother or dress like her in any way, you can be sure that the underlying tenets of style were passed down from one generation to the next.
Take a peek at the photos below to see how Siena’s style changed over the years and be sure to check out Stylelist on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr and Pinterest.
Teenagers all learn how to become something. Now-a-days, they are learning How To Become Scene. Read on for more.
Something’s Not REIT: Real Estate CEOs Are Landing Huge Raises
Filed under: Real Estate, Market News, Investment
Once upon a time on Wall Street, if you wanted to make big bucks, you’d make a beeline for the usual suspects: big banking powerhouses or maybe a private equity or hedge fund. Those companies were where the best money was to be made.
Lately, however, things have taken a turn for the surreal.
These days, if you want to earn some serious coin by managing a company “for the shareholders,” you might be better off running a fuddy-duddy real estate investment trust.
With many of America’s banks…
Something’s Not REIT: Real Estate CEOs Are Landing Huge Raises originally appeared on DailyFinance.com on 2012-06-13T16:45:00Z.
Permalink | Email this | Comments
The original article and other great content can be found at this URL: http://www.dailyfinance.com/2012/06/13/somethings-not-reit-real-estate-ceos-are-landing-huge-raises/
Do you have great Xmas Songs in your music collection. This Holiday Season do it right.
From Supersized to Super-Sighs: Is McDonald’s Growth Era Over?
Filed under: Company News, McDonald’s, Stocks in the News, Food & Drink
The world’s largest restaurant chain is showing signs of tarnish on the Golden Arches.
Goldman Sachs downgraded shares of McDonald’s (MCD) on Wednesday morning, as analyst Michael Kelter slashed both his buy rating and price target on the burger giant.
Challenges overseas and resurgent competition have Mickey D’s reporting a slowdown in growth, and that’s probably not going to turn around anytime soon.
Last week’s report was sobering. McDonald’s saw worldwide comparable-store sales at its…
From Supersized to Super-Sighs: Is McDonald’s Growth Era Over? originally appeared on DailyFinance.com on 2012-06-13T16:08:00Z.
Permalink | Email this | Comments
The original article and other great content can be found at this URL: http://www.dailyfinance.com/2012/06/13/mcdonalds-growth-outlook-bearish/
What do you think is the Best Song Ever? See if it is on the list…
How Offshoring Customer Service Puts Your Financial Data at Risk
Filed under: JP Morgan Chase, Bank of America, Citigroup, Wells Fargo & Co, Banking, Consumer Ally
Would you trust a stranger to keep your financial secrets? That’s exactly what customers do every time they pick up the phone to call their bank, brokerage, or credit card company and talk with a customer service representative.
Obviously such companies must follow strict protocol when handling sensitive consumer data. But how much oversight can a company really have when the people whom they entrust with customer information aren’t even in the same country?
Please Hold While We Pilfer Your…
How Offshoring Customer Service Puts Your Financial Data at Risk originally appeared on DailyFinance.com on 2012-06-13T06:00:00Z.
Permalink | Email this | Comments
The original article and other great content can be found at this URL: http://www.dailyfinance.com/2012/06/13/how-offshoring-customer-service-puts-your-financial-data-at-risk/
Not sure what to get your wife or girlfriend for Christmas this year? Check out this sexy lingerie for Christmas and spice up the Holidays!
The Company That Could’ve Been Facebook Goes Back to School
Filed under: Technology, Facebook
A blast from the past is making new waves in social networking. United Online (UNTD) — the parent company of Classmates.com — is acquiring schoolFeed. (Terms of the deal aren’t being disclosed.)
SchoolFeed is a fast-growing app on Facebook (FB) that connects users of the world’s largest social networking website through their alma mater affiliations. There are now more than 19 million Facebook users tethered to schoolFeed, and the app is tacking on roughly 100,000 new registered users daily.
…
The Company That Could’ve Been Facebook Goes Back to School originally appeared on DailyFinance.com on 2012-06-13T06:00:00Z.
Permalink | Email this | Comments
The original article and other great content can be found at this URL: http://www.dailyfinance.com/2012/06/13/Classmatescom-buys-SchoolFeed-facebook-app-social-network/
If you find yourself without energy today, listen to this rap music and get pumped up.