Bronze Medium Light what color should i dye my hair red or light brown?
hii i have had one color for way to long. but im stuck between a red color or a light brown color i love both but i need help!!!!!!! which one? i posted a pic of me help me out plezzzzzzzzz
You're very beautiful! You should either keep your hair black or dye it dark brown. Light brown- not to mention red- would look horrible with your skin tone.
I dyed my hair this colour, but I find my complexion looks quite washed out using my usual makeup tips. (coral blush, brown eyeliner, mascara & coral lipstick) I need new day makeup but still want to keep it fairly natural (yes i know the hair isnt natural but I dont want to look like I'm too fake.) What shade of blush/bronze/lip colour should I try??
that's a really good combo of hair and eye color - plum tones always bring out green eyes.
to avoid having a purple face, i wouldn't go overboard with the plum makeup, but here's what i would do:
really soft coral blush/peach blush, plum colored eyeshadow, black mascara, line your waterline if you can pull it off (not everyone can but most people can), line with a really soft black or brown cream/gel liner on the top and bottom lash lines but keep it smudgy and not too intense.
for lips i'd say natural or nude lips, or even just a basic coral/clear gloss. keep the focus on the eyes.
bronzer... whatever works for you.
Pickup Piezo What can I use instead of guitar strings?
I have to make a guitar for my physics class, so I decided to make it an electric by adding a piezo pickup like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpgAwrdOYKw. But I'm not allowed to use guitar strings. What other possibilities can I use as strings?
Get different strengths fishing line or different gauge electrical wire. Solid not stranded.14, 12,10 awg. wire. Any of these will work with the pickup you stated, your body design will have to be acoustic for best results.SS
Zero Boomers why do todays employers consider wet behind the ears college grads more important than older experienced ?
it seems that 22 year olds with a piece of paper a degree either technical or an associates who have zero work experience or nearly zero stand a better chance at a job these days than do 40ish or early 50's year old people in excellent health, who have years of solid knowledge in a field,they have their HS,and some college.
They are seeking not to do stepping stone from one company to another rather one company faithfully give their energy,many years of experience,yet it is an up hill battle if not impossible.
Employers ,Board of Directors all who themselves are this age are ignoring a huge number of potential employees based on age bias,curious.
The younger people fuss about SS well without employment SS and other Goverment programs are the only way for these vast numbers of Baby Boomers to go.
Many employers consider the younger employees to be more easy to train. Some consider the older employes to be set in their ways and more difficult to train, despite having years of work experience. In addition, the younger employees generally may work for much less than what the 45 year old requires in the way of compensation. Companies expect that they can hire a youngster and pay him significantly less than what that experienced person is worth. Also, older employees tend to have families and obligations which may sometimes cause them to miss work, or maybe not be willing to work long demanding overtime hours. Young fresh college grads tend to be single, and able and willing to put in longer hours than those with families.
I thought age discrimination practices were illegal, but I know it happens all the time.
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Conversations in New York
Susan Gordis
Native New Yorkers are a very special group. We are not the people who scurry by visitors who are hopelessly lost and are trying to catch someone’s eye, and we are not the people who are totally devoid of manners in the streets or in stores or, for that matter, anywhere. We are in fact warm and friendly, helpful and polite, and amazingly talkative, and part of that is because we know for a fact that we live in the single greatest place on the planet. In my small amount of global travel I came to love London (where I almost speak the language) and Rome (where every policeman, never mind the populace, is so stunning that it’s heart-stopping), but I can not imagine living anywhere but on my island.
There was a period of time when people were wearing buttons that said, “I AM NY,” but I don’t wear buttons so I never did. But I believe that I am an embodiment of that thinking, so much so that I am virtually unable to make myself pass people on the street who are scrutinizing the street signs, or squinting at the bus numbers at a bus stop, or holding a map. There are maps of the subways and buses, of course, and all kinds of guidebooks, and maps of the streets. I have discovered that people will not let go of their maps even when I stop to help them (and they want my help), so if we do not have a language in common (and I have only one) I often have to physically turn them around to get the map and the island to face in the same direction as the only help I can actually offer. (I get away with that more readily than I would if I were a man, but that’s another discussion entirely.) I do, of course, locate the intersection on the map that coincides with the place we are actually standing (the human version of the arrow marked “you are here”) and that can be a service as well.
The people who speak English almost invariably tell me that they have had nothing but good experiences in making their way around the City, although we all agree that in the business districts they have more difficulty eliciting help. The reason for that, I explain, is that the people they encounter there are not native New Yorkers, but the commuter population who come here because they must in order to earn their living (and often are not happy to be here). It’s impossible for visitors to tell the difference between “them” and “us,” but unless natives are running hopelessly behind to be on time to an appointment or an important rendezvous we stop and make sure that our guests can find out how to get to where they want to go, or at least get their bearings so they can decide what’s next on their calendar. We adore showing off our city.
On West 57th Street on the way to the dentist I found myself saying to an American woman, “It’s morning and the Sun is over there. Therefore that direction is east.” She seemed surprised that she hadn’t thought of that herself, as she learned that in elementary school too, and no third grader had stopped to educate her. After I provided her with a little more information about the buses that run on 57th Street and acquainted her with the signs at the bus stop she seemed happy and secure that she could undertake the next part of her morning with no further assistance. Like most people for whom I stop she thanked me numerous times, and we set off in differing directions, each pleased with our meeting.
On the subway one Saturday last October on my way to the Union Square farmers market I was seated next to a young woman who was looking at photographs she had taken of the Empire State Building in her cell phone. From what I could see they were not terribly good photographs - the postcards one can buy would have been better images, but she had taken them herself. She was seated to my right, and on her right was another young woman, while two others were standing in front of them sharing a pole. One of the standees was wearing a sweatshirt that said, “Indiana State University,” the other was wearing “Columbia University.”
As I am indeed proud of my place I was the one who started to talk first (that’s not unusual, actually). I said to the girl next to me, “So you’ve seen the Empire State Building. Where else are you going and how long are you staying?” “We’re going now to Ground Zero.” (This is a term that used to mean the whole of Manhattan Island during the Cold War, but now of course it means the plot of ground where the World Trade Towers used to stand.) And then she added, “We have to leave tomorrow,” in a mournful tone. I gave the necessary instructions about having to be in the first six cars of the train in order to get to Ground Zero, and then to make sure to include all four of them in the conversation I said, “You are wearing a sweatshirt from Indiana State University. Are you ladies from Indiana?” “Yes,” said the Indiana State University advertiser, “we are.” She was interrupted as she started to say more by her friend the human Columbia University billboard who said proudly, “I had this sweatshirt before I came to New York.” I nodded.
“So what else have you seen so far?” All four began to talk at once, spilling out their feelings about having come to New York for United Nations Day in the hope of bolstering the work of the UN. We were getting dangerously close to my stop and I knew I was going to leave them very soon, so I said, “The UN was the best idea of the 20th Century, and perhaps the worst disappointment, but I’m really glad you have taken the time and made the effort to come here to try to reinforce what my generation had hoped for.” Three of them began to talk at once, but the girl seated furthest from me was quiet. When the cross talk died down she said, thoughtfully, “Thank you for what you just said. Of course we think we are the first ones to want peace and tranquility for everyone. We need to remember what has come before.” I loved her, of course.
I stood up and explained that I was getting off at the next stop, and said, “You four have made me hopeful for what’s coming in the future,” which they all loved, and when the train stopped and I got off I deliberately headed to the stairway that would allow me to look through the windows of the subway car, where they were in a conclave which I believe I had started. I was, as always, proud to have spoken to people visiting the City, and to have given them a little something to think about and take home to Indiana. And I was indeed very pleased that their generation is optimistic about the future of the human race, and they’re trying to figure out how to undo the enormous damage that has preceded them.
The thing about true New Yorkers is that we talk. We talk to each other and we talk to “outsiders.” We talk in the buses and subways, on line in the supermarket and post office, in elevators, in the street when the light is against us as we wait to cross, everywhere. And once someone starts a conversation it leads to people feeling more comfortable about striking up other conversations. Children know all about this, of course, but we adults need to be reminded. Children, after all, talk to one another in the playground, on the sports field, in the hallways at school, and are so good at this that they need to be instructed not to do it with strangers and not to be so garrulous in their classrooms. But once we are old enough to distinguish among people who are unknown to us we can do it too, and I talk quite a lot to lots of different people.
Ravi Verma, proprietor of Up-Front Groups, Guwahati, Assam. Indian author who writes articles on international issues. A content writer for both technical and non-technical articles. Contact:adminravi@gmail.com
What shade of blush/bronze/lip colour should I try??
