When The Levee Breaks

Yop, my blotter runneth over. It took me a week to find out what the place where magic happens is. Since the time of my first grade in Elementary school, that place has been a rug. The absolute best part about being at school was the time spent on a rug. I don't have to be Aladdin to understand that the place surrounded by the most magic happens to be a rug. Why so? During a recess, we could wrestle and fight on this rug with fervor only boys have. Fine breaks like these demonstrably cut down on misbehavior and make you focus while studying a little bit more. True magic.

That is not the place I'd like to expatiate on, of course. Though I'd love to have my own rug in the place I am going to depict.

For active readers of this blog, my factors determining the choice of a site are more or less obvious. Mississippi, the home of the Delta Bee, is a southern state of the USA. The Magnolia state is bordered on the west by Louisiana and Arkansas, on the north by Tennessee and on the east by Alabama. As usual, southern states are predominantly socially conservative, and Mississippi ain't no exception. This place is with wonder often neglected by tourists which stems partly from the fact that the state is the poorest in the nation. On the other hand, the place is notoriously known for exceptionally alluring viridity woodlands that create a feeling of cosiness, magnolia flower with the unique creamy sweet scent with a light citrus nuance, and the largest river in the nation with trees planted by the water - I shall not be moved. What a harmonic blend for living.

There ain't no place for the Wicked

If you ask me what is my "magical" or favourite place, I definitely need some time to contemplate about an appropriate answer. Simply put, I don't think like that. I am no longer a 5 year old kid playing at a playground, which might justify my initial tepid reaction. Don't get me wrong, I have grown up in a quite controversial neighborhood and haven't had the opportunity to meet bevy of wonders of the world so far.

While there are several places I really like, only a few are truly worthy of the "favorite" designation. As for now, I think that it is safe to say that I prefer mountains to flat lowlands and waterfalls to seas. Fresh air along with dangerous but equally beautiful untouched nature. That is an ideal picture that has remained ingrained in my mind since the time of my early childhood. Though I will once more say that I don't like long–drawn–out lying on the beach, I don't necessarily condemn such travel destinations. Spending time on the beach may be fine for a few hours, unfortunately, not for days.

For instance, Poprad in Slovakia matches all of the above mentioned expectations. This city is surrounded by beautiful mountains, nature and it is also a place I'd love to come back to.

The Art of Making Sense out of Nonsense

I believe that not many people understand divinatory and tawdry ocult teachings presented in TV. Even I have never got a solid grasp of the esoteric principles up until now. Given that I am now clearly able to clear this issue up, let me break it down for you...

Some not-yet-conceived fixed law of the universe give certain people the ability to gain insight into other people's current and future situations. The people with such power are called soothsayers or more often than that, in our cultural circles, they are erroneously reffered to as naysayers. They are always right on the money and solve your problems in detail, while maintaining maximum precision. The workers of this craft system are always highly skilled, but only the best of the best can work in TV and charge for their highly valuable services. If you don't know what to do, call them immediately. They're better at life and know exactly what to do with limited beings.

Learn from the best in the biz

Don't be misled, there are always two sides to every coin. It is always a lot more convenient to be dependent  on other people, especially if they possess the divine power. This leads me to the conclusion that there is no other side of the argument, which means one thing and one thing only. There ain't nothin' bad about esoteric tv programmes as long as you've got a sense of humour.

Slip and break the 1st Athletic Commandment

My former sports coaches and coordinators used to tell me that regular stretching is as important as exercise itself. Stretching  is the best pre-race warm-up and the best way to improve your performance. It should also help you to avoid some muscle injuries.

I have to admit, I neglected this essential aspect of a usual athletic regime on everyday basis, except for championship and race events. I could stretch for nearly 4 consecutive hours before a race started. What I lacked in consistency, I needed to make up for in intensity. I always felt extremely stiff after stretching my legs and I knew even at the time that it slowed me down. I can't see by any stretch (haha) that it could increase my range of motion as well.

Recently I read a scientific article about revealing that stretching before a run can result in a 5 percent reduction of efficiency. WHAT? I was right all along! Stretching is counterproductive! Aha-haha-ha, coaches, who shot ya'? The sad truth about this is that the world familiarizes itself with this fact too late. That's a huge emotional letdown.

I have never stretched since 2009 anyway. The bee can fly without any preparation.

Link to the research