Are any of you having problems with your tracked tags?
I’ve had this issue for about a week now. I can click on the tag box and see my list, but the list disappears the moment I move my mouse. Following my tracked tags is one of the primary ways I use Tumblr. I don’t know if this is a Tumblr issue, a XKit problem, or what.
wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
wine is an acquired taste. if you don’t like it, acquire some taste
"The fact that Fred and I were in no way similar - nor were we the best male dancers around never occurred to the public or the journalists who wrote about us…Fred and I got the cream of the publicity and naturally we were compared. And while I personally was proud of the comparison, because there was no-one to touch Fred when it came to "popular" dance, we felt that people, especially film critics at the time, should have made an attempt to differentiate between our two styles. Fred and I both got a bit edgy after our names were mentioned in the same breath. I was the Marlon Brando of dancers, and he the Cary Grant . My approach was completely different from his, and we wanted the world to realise this, and not lump us together like peas in a pod. If there was any resentment on our behalf, it certainly wasn’t with each other, but with people who talked about two highly individual dancers as if they were one person. For a start, the sort of wardrobe I wore - blue jeans, sweatshirt, sneakers - Fred wouldn’t have been caught dead in. Fred always looked immaculate in rehearsals, I was always in an old shirt. Fred’s steps were small, neat, graceful and intimate - mine were ballet-oriented and very athletic. The two of us couldn’t have been more different, yet the public insisted on thinking of us as rivals…I persuaded him to put on his dancing shoes again, and replace me in Easter Parade after I’d broken my ankle. If we’d been rivals, I certainly wouldn’t have encouraged him to make a comeback."
"As one of the handful of girls who worked with both of those dance geniuses, I think I can give an honest comparison. In my opinion, Kelly is the more inventive choreographer of the two. Astaire, with Hermes Pan’s help, creates fabulous numbers - for himself and his partner. But Kelly can create an entire number for somebody else… I think, however, that Astaire’s coordination is better than Kelly’s… his sense of rhythm is uncanny. Kelly, on the other hand, is the stronger of the two. When he lifts you, he lifts you!… To sum it up, I’d say they were the two greatest dancing personalities who were ever on screen. But it’s like comparing apples and oranges. They’re both delicious."
and, if you can’t get toasted pearl Couscous handpicked and blessed by a Moroccan shaman on the first tuesday of the winter harvest for your Sautéed Escarole then store bought is fine
This is how I feel everytime I see a recipe that calls for (in my mind) something fancy. I try to expand my culinary horizons, but my bank account won’t let me stray far. “Well. I guess this cheap, off-brand thing that looks sort of similar will have to do.”