Street artist fra.biancoshock installed an ingenious antistress station in a Milan bus shelter consisting of bubble wrap sheets in three stress relief dosages: 3 minutes, 5 minutes, and 10 minutes. via Laughing Squid
Offices could have a padded cell in which stressed-out employees can scream their lungs out, punch the wall, or break a set of cheap plates (bit more difficult with padding).
Etang Discher is second from the right.
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Sounds like Azarenka. (That is not tennis-watching kittens behavior but kittens fascinated by laser pointer behavior.)
– Especially love letters. The last words our best friend, a lawyer, said to us before she died. She knew of our propensity for writing everything down.
On a rolltop desk: Added risk of strangulation.
How Often Do People Have Sex at the Office?
By Arianne Cohen in Businessweek
As someone who reads people’s sex diaries professionally—for my books and website I collect thousands of them—I am here to report that former CIA Director David Petraeus is really just a talented guy who, considering his marital and work history, is a typical American male.
Petraeus has been married for 38 years. Very few human beings sleep with just one person in a 38-year period. Most people simply aren’t married that long. According to the Census, the majority of marriages end long before the 38th anniversary mark (the average divorce occurs eight years after the wedding), and of the marriages that stay intact for 38 years, approximately half involve at least one other sexual partner.
Various news outlets reported that Petraeus had sex under his desk at CIA headquarters. This makes his case a rare one. Although the workplace is the most common place to meet a new partner, few people actually have sex at the office—in the 3,500 diaries I’ve read, a grand total of 11 office affairs actually took place within the workplace walls. Workaholics logging long hours, particularly those working 12- to 18-hour days, account for seven of those 11. (Oh, and regarding the issue of on the desk vs. under the desk, I’ve discovered that people who prefer steadiness and balance—and the kinds of sexual positions given names such as “missionary,” for instance—opt for the floor. The desk is the domain of more acrobatic love-makers.)… Read on.
We had tea at TWG, that new place inside Greenbelt 5.
– It’s very pretty.
– Cluttered.
– Flattering lighting and shiny wooden shelves. Could use some books.
– The staff seem self-conscious. Relax, it’s just tea.
– Expensive tea.
– Lovely silver and crockery. Wonder if someone is assigned to do nothing but polish the silver.
– The linens are nice too.
– They certainly have a lot of tea varieties. (To wait staff) We’ll share a pot of tea.
Waitress: Sorry, we don’t allow sharing.
– But tea is a social event.
Waitress (after conferring with someone): We’ll allow it this once.
– The tables are too close together. How can you be snooty if you’re all smooshed together?
– I know, we can’t discuss anything really interesting.
– Maybe the point is to make friends with other tea drinkers?
– Something tells me there won’t be many unescorted straight guys to introduce ourselves to.
Pot of tea from Php195, pair of muffins with clotted cream and jam on the side, Php150.
– (Tea arrives) How is your tea?
– Hmmm…uhhh…tastes like Lipton.
– This one’s good. Red chocolate tea from South Africa. It’s red and…chocolatey.
– There are no tea leaves in the pot. You can’t ask them to add hot water.
– So you have to order another pot.
– Maybe that’s how it’s done in Singapore.
Waitress: How is your tea?
– Well…
Waitress: Oh, really? (goes to next table)
– But I hadn’t said anything yet.
– Must be psychic.
Here’s a much more intriguing story about tea: Tea by the alarming Saki (H.H. Munro).
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