How To Find The Perfect Nicholas Cage Film
We’ve all been there before. One thousand channels and nothing to watch, ten different streaming services and nothing to see. “Let me check out what’s on Netflix,” you think, and then twenty minutes later your food is cold and you still haven’t found the perfect movie. It’s frustrating, I know! So what’s the secret? How do you break free of the dreaded “Watcher’s Block,” as I like to call it?
Tarot for the Modern Age
As a person who makes their living as a psychic reader, I know my way around a tarot deck. Instagram knows this too, apparently, and is constantly showing me ads for new decks up for sale, usually incredibly beautiful ones created by independent artists that rely heavily on social media to promote their businesses. These aren’t your typical tarot cards with medieval-style art that I’m sure come to mind along with images of crystal balls and clouds of incense. Instead, the decks up for offer on social media are modern and geared to a younger audience.
How To Declutter Your Life
Step One : Decide What to Throw Away When your cousin who lives next door opens up a pig farm partially on your property and puts a port-a-potty by your porch for his wedding reception, it may be time to consider whether or not you want to put up with that sort of thing anymore. When his mother starts trying to take your mother’s inheritance after your grandmother dies and their other sister doesn’t really do much to stop it, it may be time to think about how much of this you’re really okay with. And when your grandfather shrugs his shoulders and says that it isn’t a big deal that your cousin is creeping into your yard at night or sending you nasty emails or puncturing your boyfriend’s tires, it might just be time to consider decluttering the people in your life.
The tides in Puerto Peñasco, Sonora are some of the most drastic in the world. Low cliffs that in the early morning look out over pebbled coves become perfect diving spots, safe to jump from by lunch. Differing by 20 feet on some days, the rising water at high tide laps up entire rock formations, erasing concrete paths and even stairways that lead into the sea.
The message came in as Raul was waist-deep in the desert, sifting through sand. Shaking the rusty sieve, he cursed under his breath as yet another shard of pottery was uncovered. This was hopeless. Flinging the jagged piece of clay to the side, Raul wiped his hands on his khakis and looked up at the brightening sky. Eight nights in the desert and he’d found nothing but some fragments of ancient pots and a splinter or two of animal bone. Another treasure hunt, another complete bust. It had been the same the past five expeditions in a row and Raul’s frustration was growing. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he stroked his calloused thumb over the soft black cover of his notebook and pulled it out. He wiped his hands again--he could barely remember a time when he wasn’t perpetually covered in dust--and found a blank page.