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Select from our stunning range of gowns or design your own for a perfect fit whatever body shape or size.

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Bridal Shoes, Gold and Silver plated Swarovski - evening clutches, Gold, Silver and Rhinestone jewellery, Veils, Ring Pillows, "keepsake" cake toppers and knives plus votive candle holders and bonbonniere and mush more to dress your day and impress your guests to make it a wicked and memorable occasion.

Manolo Blahnik shoes for weddings

The Spanish designer Manolo Blahnik has created another amazing collection for 2009-2010. Originally from Santa Cruz de la Palma, one of the most beautiful of the Canary Islands, he became the founder not only of one of the most famous shoe brands in the world but also made “manolo” a word synonymous with great shoes. Here are some of Manolo Blahnik’s beautiful pieces, which we thing would look just right as wedding shoes for 2010.

Loved by women, including the infamous Carrie Bradshaw, a pair of Manolos make you feel like a star. There’s no-one else that designs high heels like Manolo Blahnik, with his exquisite understanding of femininity, sensuality and fantasy, all wrapped up in a shoe. This is why we think that a shoe from Manolo Blahnik’s collection is perfect for any bride.

This is intense. Are you seated? Of course you’re seated, that’s a stupid question – who stands around in their laundry room reading tech news? Anyway, if, in the unlikely event you are not seated, you would like to be, please take this opportunity, because I’m about to let fly with some totally rad shizz all up in your eyeballs, or something, and I’d hate for you to, like, fall and break your wrist on the awesome I just spread all over the floor.

What a mess of an opening paragraph. Anyway, seems Microsoft is taking the concept of ‘touchscreen’ to its logical conclusion with a new patent, which will allow objects to be actually felt. I’m not talking, like, that Toshiba patent I rapped about awhile ago, with the electrical currents, but honest-to-Cthulhu felt.

The screen described in the patent, according to New Scientist, uses plastic cells that can raise individually, giving tactile feedback – which would certainly make touchscreen devices, finally, once and for all, a viable gaming platform (buttons!) and even provide the visually impaired a way to read content via braille. A polymer sprayed on the underside of the plastic pixels is UV-reactive, and depending on the wavelength of light striking said underside, the ugg boots pixel will raise to whatever height. It’s pretty cool stuff.

No telling when this shape shifting screen tech will be ready for prime time, but of note is that there’s no way currently to adapt this tech to mobile devices, due to the resolution of the, er… touch-touchscreen. It’s definitely designed with big screens in mind.

The Microsoft Surface just got a whole lot more wicked awesome.

A cancer survivor who had sperm frozen 16 years ago - when he has first diagnosed - is to become a father.

Christopher Stone, aged 33, was just 17 when he was told that he had testicular cancer.

And now, after repeatedly battling the disease - he is looking forward to the birth of his first child, conceived through IVF.

Christopher, from Heeley, Sheffield, was told the most effective treatment was to have an operation to remove the affected testicle - a procedure that doctors initially believed had been permanently successful.

Before the operation, samples of sperm were collected and stored to ensure that Christopher had the option of trying to have children at a later date if he chose.

The disease returned on several occasions over the following years, most heartbreakingly in 2006 when Christopher was told he had testicular cancer again and would need a second operation.

But today his check-ups have been reduced to once a year, and he and his wife Fiona are looking forward to the birth of a baby boy in January.

Christopher said: ‘It’s absolutely amazing. We’ve cheap ghds  been under the care of the Jessop’s hospital and the second lot of IVF was successful.

‘Physically I feel fine and, although it’s still worrying each time I go for an appointment, it feels now like we’re turning a corner and looking forward.

‘Once the baby is here in January it will definitely feel like a new chapter - we’re really excited and just can’t wait!’

Christopher was only a teenager when he first became concerned about symptoms that suggested something was wrong.

‘It was pretty horrendous for a 17-year-old boy to think about and to deal with,’ he said.

‘And then to be told the only effective treatment was to have the operation - well, that’s a tough thing to get your head round at any age, but especially at that time in your life.’

Doctors believed they had caught the disease before it spread, but months later Christopher was told he would also need chemotherapy at Weston Park Cancer Hospital in Sheffield.

Christopher had started a degree in IT at Sheffield Hallam University, but was forced to give it up because of the demands of his treatment.

But, soon after the chemotherapy, things started to look more positive, and he married college sweetheart Fiona when he was 20.

Just two weeks after the wedding, Christopher faced another setback, with news that doctors had found tumours in his stomach. The couple spent their honeymoon in the North General

Hospital while he had surgery, only to discover he needed anothered hardy operation six months later to remove benign tumours from his throat.

After these setbacks, Christopher began to move forwards. He returned to Sheffield Hallam University to complete a degree in business information systems before getting a job.

But by the summer of 2006 he noticed the all-too-familiar symptoms again, and he was given a second testicular diagnosis.

Christopher said: ‘It was 10 times more devastating thanwhen I was 17. Having to undergo that operation again was heartbreaking.’

After a course of radiotherapy, Christopher was finally givenugg boots  the all-clear and now his follow-up appointments have been reduced to annually.

He has been backing the Movember fundraising and awareness campaign for men’s cancer - where supporters grow a moustache throughout the month of November

There were two girls there, contemporaries of Julia’s; they all seemed involved in the management of the ball. Mulcaster knew them of old and they, without much relish I thought, knew him. Mrs Champion talked to Rex. Sebastian and I found ourselves drinking alone together as we always did.

At length Julia arrived, unhurried, exquisite, unrepentant. ‘You shouldn’t have let him wait,’ she said. ‘It’s his Canadian courtesy.’
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We had no great liking for Mulcaster, but the three of us were in high spirits when, having got leave for the night from our colleges, we drove off on the London road in Hardcastle’s car.

We were to spend the night at Marchmain House. We went there to dress and, while we dressed, drank a bottle of champagne, going in and out of one another’s rooms which were together three floors up and rather shabby compared with the splendours below.  As we came downstairs Julia passed us going up to her room still in her day clothes.  ‘I’m going to be late,’ she said; ‘you boys had better go on to Rex’s. It’s heavenly of you to come.’

‘What is this party?’

‘A ghastly charity ball I’m involved with. Rex insisted on giving a dinner party for it.

See you there.’

Rex Mottram lived within walking distance of Marchmain House.

‘Julia’s going to be late,’ we said, ‘she’s only just gone up to dress.’ ‘That means an hour. We’d better have some wine.’ A woman who was introduced as ‘Mrs Champion’ said: ‘I’m sure she’d sooner we started, Rex.’ ‘Well, let’s have some wine first anyway.’

‘Why a Jeroboam, Rex?’ she said peevishly. ‘You always want to have everything too big.’

‘Won’t be too big for us,’ he said, taking the bottle in his own hands and easing the cork.

"No need to explain, ma’am."

"Sure there is," she said. "Sure there is—there’s always a need to explain. I know you’re thinking this is another May-December gold-digger routine. But it isn’t. Mel’s well-heeled, his art alone . . . But we have a prenuptial, and I don’t know the details of his finances—don’t want to know. I get an allowance. I’ve never asked him to amend his will. He’s the nicest man in the world. Until recently we—"

"Ma’am—"

"—just had the greatest time. Traveling, taking cruises, living life. Lau-ren only met him a few times, but she liked him—he made a point of telling her how gorgeous she was, ‘a regular Marilyn.’ She never got that from her father. Lauren’s never gotten anything from her father, and maybe that was my fault."

She sobbed. I sat down next to her.

"So Lauren didn’t come by often," said Milo.

"She was always busy. With school and all that—the times she was here, she loved Mel’s jokes." Her eyes hardened. "Lyle never told her jokes. Lyle wouldn’t know a joke if it— There wasn’t much to laugh about in our family. I’m sure you remember that, Dr. Delaware."

I nodded.

 He was a handsome fellow with dark hair growing low on his forehead and heavy black eyebrows. He spoke with an engaging Canadian accent. One quickly learned all that he wished one to know about him, that he was a lucky man with money, a member of parliament, a gambler, a good fellow; that he played golf regularly with the Prince of Wales and was on easy terms with ‘Max’ and ‘F.E.’ and ‘Gertie’ Lawrence and Augustus John and Carpentier - with anyone, it seemed, who happened to be mentioned. Of the University he said: ‘No, I was never here. It just means you start life three years behind the other fellow.’ His life, so far as he made it known, began in the war, where he had got a good M.C.  serving with the Canadians and had ended as A.D.C. to a popular general.  He cannot have been more than thirty at the time we met him, but he seemed very old to us in Oxford. Julia treated him, as she seemed to treat all the world, with mild disdain, but with an air of possession. During luncheon she sent him to the car for her cigarettes, and once or twice when he was talking very big, she apologized for him, saying: ‘Remember he’s a colonial,’ to which he replied with boisterous laughter.  When he had gone I asked who he was.

The elevator vibrated the walls, the door groaned open, and Jane Abbot ran out, as if escaping suffocation. Her eyes were sunken and inflamed and she looked old, and I tried to think of her as a young flight attendant, smiling easily. "I’m sorry, he’s just—it’s been getting worse. Oh, God!"

She collapsed on the sofa, cried softly. Stopped and talked to her lap. "Bobby—his son—died ten years ago. Skiing accident. He was Mel’s only child. Mel’s wife—Doris—had been ill for a while. Bad arthritis, she bound up to the point where she couldn’t move. Bobby’s death made her worse, and eventually she needed round-the-clock care. After my divorce I went to nursing school, got my LVN, hired out for private duty. I took care of Doris until she died. Terrific lady, never lost her spirit. For five years I cared for her, sometimes I did two shifts a day. Basically, I moved in here. Mel was older than her, but back then he was in great shape. We all got along great. He had the best sense of humor—they both did."

She clawed a cheek. "The man used to be pure sunshine. And brilliant. He had a repertoire of thousands of jokes, could rattle them off by category—you name it, he’d know twenty gags. After Doris’s funeral I moved out and got a job at a rest home. Two months later, Mel called me. When he asked me out, I thought it was for old times’ sake—to thank me. When he showed up at my apartment all spiffed up with a corsage, I was taken aback—shocked, really. I had no idea. But I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I went along with it. He took me to The Palm, we ate steak, drank great wine, and I ended up having the best time of my life. He was . . . We dated for a long time. I finally agreed to marry him two years ago. I quit smoking for his health. I know the age difference is … but it’s not what it seems."

‘Oh, just someone of Julia’s,’ said Sebastian.

We were slightly surprised a week later to get a telegram from him asking us and Boy Mulcaster to dinner in London on the following night for ‘a party of Julia’s’.  ‘I don’t think he knows anyone young,’ said Sebastian; ‘all his friends are leathery old sharks in the City and the House of Commons. Shall we go?’ We discussed it, and because our life at Oxford was now so much in the shadows, we decided that we would.
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When things go terribly wrong with technology, you may have to go that extra mile to find the right answers.

I’ve been having a rough couple of technology months. First, my test system gets attacked by powerful malware that forced me to rebuild the laptop from scratch and then, just this past week, my family’s desktop PC went bonkers (yes, that’s the technical term).

The laptop drama was a bit more straightforward. I’d been using this Windows 7 test system for over a year and hadn’t bothered to put any security software on it. It had never had an infection or a hiccup; Windows 7’s own baseline defenses seemed to be doing just fine. Then one day, pretty much out of the blue, my search results started acting like they were possessed. I’d perform a search on Google or Bing, click on the desired result and end up somewhere else. It was never something objectionably like adult material, weird photos or even incessant pop-ups. Instead it was just a site, which vaguely related to the original search, trying to sell me something.

I turned to PCMag’s security analyst Neil Rubenking, who quickly identified the problem as the nasty TIDserv malware. This pernicious bug has apparently beaten the defenses of some of the best security software—which made me feel a tiny bit better about not protecting the laptop. At his suggestion, I downloaded MalwareBytes, which found traces, but couldn’t clean it. Neil and I then turned to Symantec, which has developed PowerEraser, a tool that is supposed to clean your PC when nothing else can. It failed, as well. Finally, Symantec sent me beta software they had developed specifically to handle the TIDServe Malware. Guess what? It failed, too. Meanwhile, the infection was showing its nastier side. The more I ignored the links in the redirect sites, the sicker my laptop got. Soon, it would only boot to a full screen 50% of the time (the other half I got a white mouse on a black screen). Ultimately, I rebuilt the system from scratch (backed up my data and reinstalled Windows 7). Then I installed Microsoft’s free security suite, Microsoft Security Essentials.

Problem Number 2

My desktop problem was, in some ways, scarier and much harder to solve. One day I came home and my wife told me the computer was acting funny, she also mentioned—in passing—that we had a power outage (this will become important later). Every time she tried to visit her Hotmail account, Facebook or any log-in-based site, the browser (Internet Explorer 8 and Chrome 5) told her that the site had an invalid security certificate and warned her the destination might not be safe to visit. She could override the warning and get to the site, but this was getting annoying.

I decided to first run a Norton Internet Security 2010 full system scan to see if the system had somehow become infected. I ran the scan overnight and found nothing, but also noticed that the NIS icon in the task bar had a red "x" in it. I was no longer protected. NIS has a nice big "Fix" button on the interface, which is a one-click way to clear up most security issues. I clicked, it ran, but the red x remained. Was this Symantec’s way of telling me my subscription had run out?

There was still a week left in my security software subscription, but I went ahead and upgraded anyway. It didn’t help. Norton Internet Security couldn’t download new signatures or fix itself. I also tried to run Windows Update, but my system told me the service was disabled and I might need to restart my system. However, when I checked the status of the Windows Update Services in the Services Control panel, it was still enabled. An hour and a half on the phone with a very helpful Symantec technician only led me to the realization that my problem could be worse than I thought.

Remember the power outage I mentioned? During that conversation with the Symantec support tech, it became clear that the power outage may have in some way damaged my computer and could be the source of all its issues. My HP PC and peripherals were all plugged into a surge suppressor. I know that’s little protection against a real power surge, but, hey, we’d never had one before. In any case, the Symantec technician suggested trying to restore the PC to a previous state and said that it might even be necessary to reinstall Windows.

Sheesh.

The good news was that my PC was probably 85% backed up. As I continued to work on repairing the system, I also backed up my remaining data to a half-terabyte Iomega NAS I have in the basement. With that completed, I decided to try a system restore. Opening the Windows Utility, I found half-a-dozen fairly recent options, with two-thirds of the restore points from before the power surge. I knew I would have to reinstall my Norton Internet Security 2011 Update, but if this fixed my PC, it was worth the trouble.

It didn’t.

I still couldn’t update Norton Internet Security or open any sign-in-based Web page in any browser without first accepting a "security risk". I started to face the painful fact that I would likely have to rebuild this PC, too. The only good news was that starting over with a PC is one of the best ways to return it to its more youthful, peppy, new-car-smell-like state.

I found my Windows 7 Ultimate 64 disc, ran the installation…and then things got worse.

No Escape

Windows couldn’t authenticate. It would try, fail and tell me I wasn’t running a genuine version of Windows. Windows Update still didn’t work, and Web browsing to any page where I had to sign in was still virtually impossible. I could, however, search on Google. I typed in the description of my problem and the security alert ("There is a problem with this website’s security certificate") I saw every time I tried to access email, Facebook, etc; The results were alarming. Some blamed malware, but many others pointed to BIOS issues. I even found a few that mentioned a power surge. Some of the crowd-sourced support sites recommended flash-updating the BIOS, others, a CMOS battery replacement.

Your CMOS actually never truly shuts down—it runs on a battery and maintains the correct time, date and other information necessary to boot the system. Your main viewport and control panel for the information on the CMOS is the system BIOS. According to the posters, a surge or power outage like the one I had could scramble or even destroy the CMOS and BIOS. If Windows and the PC’s system clock were out of sync, it could result in a variety of issues, including browser-related ones, and even the inability to use Windows Update.

I rebooted my system, but held down F10 so I could access the BIOS. The day and time looked fine. I booted into Windows again and checked the date, it looked fine. I began to despair that I would have to replace the CMOS, battery or, if the surge had done more damage, my entire motherboard (which likely meant, for me at least, buying a new PC).

I booted into the BIOS at least two more times until I finally caught the error. Yes, the day and time were correct, but not the year. I’d assumed that out-of-sync "clock", really meant "time" and not the entire date. My system thought it was 2013! There was a three year discrepancy between the subsystem and Windows. I changed the date in the BIOS, rebooted and found I had solved my PC problem. Web browsing worked without an issue. Windows Authentication worked. So did Windows Update and Norton Internet Security.

What did I learn from my two Tech Nightmares?

Block it first: When I read Neil Rubenking’s security software reviews, I often note how most of the applications do much better at blocking malware than they do at cleaning infected systems. I think I’m a living proof; if you don’t block the bad stuff, good luck prying its talons from the guts of your PC.

Windows is terrible at self-diagnostics:. Even when it reported why Windows Update wasn’t working, it was wrong. The software simply has no solid way of telling you exactly what’s wrong with it. I wonder if part of this is because the OS and BIOS are still separate. If Windows could somehow automate BIOS and OS synchronization or at least error check on its own, situations like this wouldn’t last very long.

Rebuilding your PC isn’t always the answer: If you’ve read this far, you probably realized that wiping my system and reinstalling Windows was, in the case of my home PC, an unnecessary step. Don’t get me wrong, Windows is still an OS that could use a good scrubbing every once in a while, but I probably wasted two or three days preparing for the scrub and then completing it.

Surge protectors are useless things: I’ve been relying on a $20 surge protector to shield the delicate components of my PC from unexpected power outages and surges and it couldn’t handle the real thing. Consumers think Uninterruptible Power Supplies (UPSes) are heavy, ugly things—and many are—but they handle power inconsistencies like nobody’s business. I’ll be looking for a good one.
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This is a guest post from Kent Thune, The Financial Philosopher, who applies timeless wisdom and inspiration to investing, personal finance, and the economy.

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” — Reinhold Niebuhr

Recent volatility in the financial markets and a weakening US economy have tested the resolve of even the most patient of investors, and cast a shadow of doubt upon the most resolute in personal finance. What if the stock market continues its decline? What if the economy slips into recession? What should I do, if anything, to protect my investments? Where can I find the answers?

While these questions are normal in the face of uncertainty, the problem with them is that they are reactionary and seek answers from external sources. Those kind of questions suggest we have not sought answers from internal sources and, perhaps, have failed to ask questions that may be a bit more difficult, such as “Who am I?” and “Where am I going?”

I believe that it’s important for us to limit our attention to those external sources we can not control, to instead allocate attention to things we can control, and, ultimately, to set forth on our own path rather than the path of others.

“Not being able to govern events, I govern myself.” — Michel de Montaigne

From a financial perspective, there are significant events that are not within our control:

Financial markets. As legendary economist John Maynard Keynes famously said, “The markets can remain irrational longer than you can remain solvent.”

The economy. As with financial markets, the economy moves in cycles. That’s about where our absolute knowledge ends. To paraphrase Mark Twain, history may “rhyme” but it does not repeat itself.

Government actions. Fiscal acts (i.e. tax rates), monetary acts (i.e. interest rates), and geo-political acts (i.e. foreign government) have an incredible impact on the Big Picture of our finances, but no individual has any meaningful control over them.

There are, however, many items that are within our control as investors:

Asset allocation. We have the power to select a diversified mix of stocks, bonds, and cash. We also have the ability to control investment selection and investment types, such as mutual funds vs. individual securities, index funds vs. actively-managed funds, or even the use of “life-cycle” funds.

Holding period. While timing the market is a fool’s game, time in the market is prudent. Based on history, between 80% and 90% of the returns attributable to market performance come from just 2% to 7% of the time in the market. Miss the market’s greatest moves and you’re doomed to under-performance.

Savings rate. This is a “no-brainer”. All other things being equal, increasing the amount you are saving or investing will have a much larger impact on your long-term account value than market movements or economic activity. Of course, in order to have a positive savings rate, we must spend less than we make.

All of the above controllable determinants of investing depend on your goals, objectives, tolerance for risk, and time horizon. None of these can be accurately determined without asking those challenging questions I mentioned previously: “Who am I?” and “Where am I going?”

“If I have even just a little sense, I will walk on the main road and my only fear will be straying from it.” — Lao-tzu

Lao-tzu sought the Tao or The Way. Buddha called it Nirvana. Socrates promoted “the examined life”. And Maslow suggested it is self-actualization, which we all seek. Before success in finances or any other area in life, we must first know ourselves. Here are some suggestions for finding your own “path” and staying on it:

Find yourself. Who am I? Why do I think and feel differently than others? How can I leverage this knowledge to benefit myself, my relationships, my personal finances? First, you are a human, then you are an individual. For the understanding of yourself as a human, I suggest the book, Emotional Intelligence: Why It Can Matter More Than IQ, by Daniel Goleman. For understanding yourself as an individual, I suggest the online version of the Jung Myers-Briggs

Type Indicator. These are only beginnings. Self-awareness is a life-long pursuit. Seek information that will enhance knowledge of yourself.

Define yourself. Our “path” may be easily diverted by social conventions and language. For example, what is your definition of “retirement”? Where did your definition come from? Is your ultimate financial goal financial freedom? What is your definition of freedom? Define other words for yourself as well, such as rich, wealth, success, strength, weakness, and happiness. Otherwise, you are following the definition of others.

Allocate attention. Meaning, happiness, and control in our lives best derive from internal sources. So how do we limit external noise? A good start is with our informational media consumption (i.e. television, internet, paper media). If we are consumers of information, we must stop to think of what it is that information consumes — our attention. Were you seeking the information or was it seeking you? Be aware that information sources, especially those that are in the business of selling advertising, are trying to “capture” your attention. Capture your own attention first by creating a “portfolio” of information sources: For example: 40% Music, 30% books, 10% blogs and internet, 10% periodicals, and 10% television.

Think about “thinking”. Anyone can think. But to strengthen our reasoning capabilities we must learn to “think about thinking.” To provoke this level of thought, try studying philosophy. For some relatively easy reading, start with The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Philosophy, then gravitate to philosophies or philosophers that speak to your interests.

No matter which direction we are walking or what life brings us — whether it is personal finance or anything else — we cannot be wrong as long as we are following our own path. We will make mistakes, of course, but they will be our own. And, because of our self-awareness, they will help us to grow stronger and to continue in the right direction
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My Head Hurts…

While the subject of “Personal Reality” might seem somewhat esoteric, philosophical and even confusing to some, it’s something that’s not only relevant to every one of us, but also something that impacts on virtually every area of our existence and human experience in a tangible and practical manner. All the time. Just as we each have different DNA, so too do we each inhabit our own “personal” reality. That is, the way we experience our world. Notice I say “our world” because the world and our world are two very different places. For the most part, one is absolute (forgetting that whole global warming thing for a moment) and the other is in a constant state of flux and transition; often changing drastically in a matter of minutes. You and I both know people who exist side by side with someone else (often in the same house), yet each of those people live in a total different reality. You may well be that people. Er, person. Why? Because physical environment (for the most part) doesn’t determine reality, we do. We make things good or bad. Hard or easy. A lesson or a failure. An opportunity or a problem.

A Universal Reality?

How you and I will experience things is determined by each of us individually, not by what “appears” to be going on to the rest of the world. There is no universal reality because every moment of every day you and I are interpreting, processing and reacting individually to a non-stop stream of information and stimuli from our physical world; the place we inhabit. Not to be confused with the place we live; our head. It could be suggested that the majority of our living (how we each experience life) is actually a cerebral, emotional and spiritual experience, not a physical one. Although some people work very hard to make their life all about the physical; which invariably leads to misery (another exploration for down the track).

We Create Hard. And Easy.

Yes there are universal situations, circumstances and events but there is no universal reality because things only have the meaning that we give them. Just as things only have the power (influence, control) in our lives that we allow them to have. Which also means that there are no “difficult” situations (for example); only different situations to which we each react individually. Some well, others not. Difficulty is a human construct; a label that you and I each assign to the various happenings in our world. Despite what most of us believe, there is no universal “hard” or “easy”; only our personal interpretations of, and reactions to, what goes on in our day-to-day practical lives.

Where we Live

By “living in our head” I mean that our experience of the world – that is, how we see various situations, circumstances and events, how we allow those things to affect us, what they mean to us and how we react to it all – is individual, unique and self-determined. Which is why we can see two people going through what appears to be the same experience at the same time (some might erroneously say, the same reality) – a very similar court case for example – yet they are both impacted in totally different ways. One learns a valuable life-lesson, grows emotionally, becomes more aware, compassionate and enlightened, while the other suffers from extreme physical, emotional and psychological stress – all self-created by the way (situations don’t create stress, people do) – loses confidence, becomes angry and bitter and slides into a depressive state for a period of time. Why? Because the two individuals weren’t actually going through the same “experience” at all; they were each creating their own experience. One positive. One negative.

The Puppet

puppet1Until we acknowledge that we each have the power to determine our own reality and create our own experiences, we will continue to be a puppet having our strings pulled by situations, events, circumstances and other people. We will continue to be the Reactor and not the Creator. Step one on the path to enlightenment, consciousness and lasting change (from the inside out) is to acknowledge that we can control our own destiny, we can each create our own reality, our world is not “the” world and our history will only become our future if we allow that to happen. Step two (in the Harper book of life-philosophy) is to understand that good or bad, hard or easy, happiness or misery are all choices – and to then live accordingly. And remember; by not making a decision, you are making a decision. Be mindful that the decisions you don’t make will have just as much impact on your personal reality as the decisions you do make. One way or the other. So don’t delude yourself. If you have the ability to think, reason and choose, then you have the ability to change your personal reality for the better. If you consistently choose to not take action, to not use your potential and to not take back the power you’ve given away, then you vicariously choose mediocrity and misery and have nobody to blame but yourself. Subscribing to the “things will work themselves out” philosophy is ignorant, naive, apathetic and shows a distinct lack of courage.

You are the author of your life. Start writing.

But What About My Sick Aunty?

Okay, I can hear some of you saying “but what about people who are diagnosed with cancer; surely their reality is decided for them?” And I would reply, is their disease their reality? Does it define them? Determine them? Is their reality determined by what’s happening to their (temporary) house? Is it possible for a terminally ill person  to experience joy, pleasure, connection, fulfillment and happiness? A personal reality of calm and contentment perhaps? Of course it is. One of life’s great curiosities is that we often see terminally ill people who are much happier (happiness being the one universal goal) than their healthy counterparts. Why? Because they have let go of that which made them unhappy; fear, insecurity, greed, anger, bitterness… ego; the destructive crap. They have created a new reality to inhabit. A much better one. While they will deal with the disease in a practical and intelligent manner, they will also have an ever-present awareness that they are not their body or their disease, therefore they do not need to be miserable. And yes, I know that this paradigm messes with our very Western thinking but that is our loss – and another example of logic and science getting in the way of potential. Cultures much more evolved than ours have understood and embraced this wisdom forever.

One Doesn’t (need to) Equal the Other

In truth, the absence of physical disease doesn’t necessarily equate to happiness or success (we see evidence of this every day), just as the presence of disease doesn’t necessarily equate to misery or catastrophe. So while cancer may affect my body, there is no need for it to determine my reality. I will choose my reality, my reality will not choose me. A disease is not me and I am not it. Just as the chair that I currently sit on is not me, neither are cancerous cells that might inhabit my body, me. While others may rationalise misery and catastrophe, I will choose happiness and calm. Because I have that option. Because my reality is my choice.
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Everybody’s seen an elderly person whose nose and ears look thismuch too big for his head. In fact, what elderly person doesn’t look that way? (Just joking, elderly people!) This observation has led many to the seemingly logical conclusion that since these people’s noses and ears couldn’t have always looked so darn huge, they must have grown bigger over the years. It’s now become part of the conventional medical folklore that a person’s ears and nose continue to grow throughout his or her lifetime, eventually resulting in ears as big as handlebars and a schnoz you could land a plane on.

But not so fast. Just because your grandpa’s got a big ol’ honker and ears (the hair inside of which he trims every day with the clippers you got him for Christmas) doesn’t mean that his body has somehow mustered up unending resources to devote to these two cartilaginous protuberances. Continually growing appendages may seem like a medical miracle, but the truth is far more mundane.

The Straight Talk
It’s not true. Not even a little bit. No matter what ghds you might read on popular question-and-answer Web sites, this one is pure hooey.

If you stop to think about it, the myth doesn’t even make much sense—in old age, our bodies start conserving their resources for the most vital functions; hair thins, skin wrinkles, and vision blurs, all in an effort to keep the brain firing and the heart beating. Why would the body expend its precious energy to grow two nonessential parts?

The origin of this bit of folklore may have come from—of all places—sharks. A shark’s body is made mostly of cartilage, which keeps growing larger throughout the animal’s lifetime. Since human noses and ears are also made of cartilage, someone once thought it made sense that human cartilage must also grow forever. But human bodies actually work quite a bit differently than sharks’ bodies, if you can imagine. Human cartilage stops growing after adulthood. If it didn’t, we would expect to grow giant protuberances on other areas of our ed hardy clothing bodies where large concentrations of cartilage exist, like our knees, shoulders, ankles, and sternums. As a matter of fact, even sharks don’t grow forever; their growth slows down considerably as they reach old age—just another example of an elderly body conserving its resources.

Humans’ propensity toward confirmation bias (seeing only evidence that backs up what we already believe) leads us to think that this myth must be true since so many old people have big noses and ears,, but it actually only seems that way. The reason they appear so large is that as we age, our skin produces less collagen and loses elasticity, and when you throw the forces of gravity into the mix, what you get is sagging. Our earlobes and the tips of our noses stretch and droop, just like everything on the body not being held up by bone.

Coupled with the fact that the skin all over the face is losing fat and collagen (and thus plumpness and shape), and that the hair is probably thinning and receding, the ears and nose sometimes start to look a lot bigger in comparison with the ugg boots rest of an elderly person’s features. Then again, sometimes they don’t—depending on genetics and skin care choices, some older people don’t have especially droopy skin, and therefore their ears and nose look perfectly normal throughout their lives.

There’s one more growth-related myth that pops up in discussions of our miraculous “growing” ears and nose: the myth that our fingernails and hair keep growing after we’re dead. This myth is also untrue. Once a person is dead, her cells cease functioning—end of story. However, if you look at a body that has been dead awhile, its hair and nails sometimes seem longer because the skin around them starts decomposing and pulling away from the body.

The Takeaway
Whatever happens to your nose or your ears in old age will be the result of gravity, because this one is 100 percent false.read more pls at:
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