Take a break - play hard to feel alive!                
“In the name of Godstop a momentcease your work, look around you.” ― Lev Nikolayevich, Graf Tolstoy

When you work, don't play at all; when you play, play hard.” Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr.

"So many Americans watch the news and it doesn't really give them the idea of the world. They don't read or travel. They have no idea that America is part of the world and not the world itself. It has horribly warped our sense of place in the scheme of things. Knowledge without mileage equals bullshit."  Henry L. Garfield

 to reach ASAP Big Sur, where one can climb a few Sequoia sempervirens and one might become THE GEN X Shishkin,
and 'Yose', to descend into the Alcove for a theatrical view of the America's #1 Valley, admired long before by 'Teddy'.
Then change the Diablo for something suitable for a romantic drive to enjoy the #1 attraction in a neighboring state,
return to California on a Mustang and calm yourselves down in the icy-cold waters of Lake Tahoe.
After Mustang gets sick and dies on the way to the top of the Volcanic Park, replace "the Beast" with that Alpha and ride her through the mountains to the Francis Ford Coppola Estate in Napa, and déguster its Illegals-overgrown Vitis vinifera, stolen long time ago from Shiraz, until you feel very huangry and ready to launch at the CIA.
Apres launching, have your mind-calming Camelia sinensis any way you like it in this SAMOVAR, before taking off
 not in this AlphaBet's Jet or any 737A/B to reach the Islands and winPHOTO-CONTEST IN A RESTRICTED AREA,
encouraged by a photo-shooter who is not someone photographed mostly by teens after playing with Nalu like this
and never like that, but the one non-professional who promised never play again like so,
since he kane must return in one piece to kana wahine e kali ana no ka ia i loko o kēia paredaiso,
carry wachine exhausted on the Kalalau Trail to the hidden place, where one Jessica could have taken a shower in a pool with a higher primate and pose more elegantly, e.g. like Thumbelina in 'Dyuimovochka', watched by more adults,
and then have siesta on диван под музыку in the Living Rooms at Fort Alexander,

before having a DayDream Heli-Tour de Paradise sans Celebrities like

Перебежчик с очередной неразборчивой Американской красоткой 
в числе других убожеств, корчащих из себя очень важных людей, 
translated by the Yandex Artificial Intelligence Interpreter "Still-running, 
but not flying high since leaving his loving wife, defector with one of his 
American born promiscuous 'pretty' women, the ex-Girl of King Kong 2, 
among other miserable posing as very important persons", retranslated 
by the not so intelligent NSA/Google tool "Un déserteur et une ex-petite 
amie promesseuse américaine d'un kong, parmi d'autres innombrables 
posture misérables en tant que personnes très importantes", and better
'Mnogokratny izmennik so sleduyushej taskayushejsya pjushei i prochim 
sbrodom, vkluchayshim poteryavshih za moryami i okeanami besplatno
poluchennye na Rodine chudesnye umeniyaoklevetavshih Otechestvo
za <30 Serebrenikov, zabyvshih Otchestva, naplodivshih vnebrachnyh 
uebkov gde zahodit solntse i t.d., okreshennym tam zhe Prazdnuyushie',

not in the Hollywood's Blue Hawaiian Star, but in the most luxurious copter, Kamov-62, alongside the greatest, as helping save sick, wounded, or otherwise suffering, and accomplish other most challenging noble missions, Mi-26T2 Halo copter, safeguarded by Mi-28NM NIGHTMARE for Ka-52-like Sikorsky-97 Riders and old Mi-28-like neWest Apaches deserving the punishment for killing innocent speaking different languages not only across the Pacific and not only like in the mo$t Apocalyptic movie directed by the "New Hollywood's Father" who now sells unwanted 'Live Cinema', vine, et al products of his family LLC operating independently from the Godfather of American Criminal Cinematograpy who gave a great lesson to a Darling "afraid of making a mistake" and helped a poor Boy struggling in the world of Juniors, 

with our favorite World's Stars, including:

(in seats 1 and 2 in the 15-VIP Ka-62A couple of workaholic and generous Movie Stars born far away from the U.S. and known to their educated fans all over the world as "Cold breeze over the mountains" [Kee-ah-noo] Reeves and the Devilishly-Sweet-not-only-in-November Charlize Théron [Tron] of South Africa,

(in the most accessible seats 3 and 4) If they are still alive, L'incroyable "French Elvis" and Mireille "with Organ in place of her larynx" and her heart enchanting the whole world,

(in popular seats 7 and 8) Two popular Gen X Chanteuses, Vanessa Chantal Paradis, and another "France's little treasure", Alizée Jacotey, who both can teach countless Milennial girls, shouting something from their 300-word English vocabulary while shaking whatever they got augmented and implanted, to perform truly sexy,

(in the next seats 9 and 10) The next-Gen Siren with a birdy surname, once carried by the first man in Space, singing in the most powerful language, and the next-Gen Actress playing good enough to bring even the Artist with the literally most melodic surname to the Heaven of her Nebesnyh Eyes,

(in superb seats 11 et 12) A few younger, post-Cold War-naïve, born in ex-colonies of the West, artists playing with their incroyable language and formidably vocal, e.g. Paul Van Haver (Stromae) et Adila Sedraïa (Indila), who can, and hopefully will, sing something helping stop neo-colonial interventionism and save lives of many in Africa, Middle East, and other parts of the world, struggling to gain liberté, égalité, fraternité,

and (in seat 15) The brilliant Song Writer, Singer, Composer, Actor and Activist, Gordon Matthew Thomas Summer, Commander of the British Empire, pseudonamed Sting [not that brain-damaged American "Sting"], the Englishman who gave a great interview, recommended to xenophobes, reminding "that the Russians love the children..." more,
accompanying a party of extremely powerful Incognitos 001 - 090 aboard the Halo copterwho anonymously support Private Nonprofit Research Investigators without Borders and deserve to be entertained on the dream charity tour by the World's Stars flying in the Ka-62. The party shall be safeguarded by the Halo copter pilotesses wearing Magie Noire under ZVEZDA's -9G Suits with intimately integrated underwear and Magic Night Vision-capable Night Hunter's helmets with Eyes - Gun et additional still-classified capabilities superior to those of all overpriced analogs for F-35. Heligirls were trained by Pilotesse who has beaten all 'top guns' like this and like that, as well as by Miss Intimissima et cetera, et cetera, and finally mom Irina Valeryevna Shaykhlismanova and Supermom-Supermodel-Superactivist of Supernova Class, Natalia Mikhailovna Vodianovato never play Angels with selfish guys and be able to get from any powerful man as much as possible to help Medical Scientists without Borders, whose PI with Research Scientist and Senior Coordinator, enjoying a relevant music in Mi-28NM, will bring the Incognitos and the World's Stars to the well hidden, safe Pacific Paradisewhere all will enjoy the Charity Gala Dinner and Stellar Entertainment Event hosted by the Surreal Beauty, accidentally unveiled during a blow of a cold breeze toward the mountains, that will be followed 

with the Night Dream Photo-Conquest of Paradise,


to maximally enjoy a double Nesterov loop above the closed U.S. Military Airbase,

and then fly away Südwest with Air Tahiti, instead of killing time on any of these over-rated and over-priced cruisers, to

French Polynesia and explore it affordably like this or on her, bearing the name of the Father of $ymbolism,

ultimately reaching the most pacific state of human mind in this Paradise or the better valued Intercontinental Pай

on Pora Pora mai te pora,

before asking I kona akua to return to Puget Sound via Milford Sound, Great Barrier Reef, and Blue Mountains.

If that Voyage would be too much, ride a Tacoma from Seattle Nord for ~6 hrs and play in SMITH at
 the top ski resort,

and then descend from Summit to Sea and sunbath with M.S. SMITH in another Beautiful British Columbia's place.

If you can't do that, push a Focus up to Paradise in Washington and sunbath on the harder snow under Mr. Rainier  

or test a more-emitting Wagon for Folks, made in a country lecturing all other states how to reduce their green gas-producing productions, for ~3 hrs, and play in unspoiled

and Diabolically beautiful places loved by German and other car drivers,

where un Homme with inherited habitus

can exercise while producing something absolutely necessary and artistic,

so His Chef Privé,

has enough power and inspiration to prepare from what he caught, killed, picked, pressed, and distilled a healthy and gourmand dinner, including, par example, Уха Тройчатка or at least Fish Consomme, Перепел Начинённый Соловьиными Языками or at least Duck Confit, Wild Mirabel Souffle or at least Plum Pudding with Calvados, and  Her Sob's favorite Dog Rose Syrup, served in a thin-walled Ag-crystal glass singing "Zzzum Wohlll" in G7 Soprano,

after which Sob can satisfy almost any wish of his Chef and their Creation, e.g. to see their favorite Angel, 

and then navigate trough the Devil's Pass...

Or play like this: take WA Ferry to Bainbridge Island at sunrise and cycle westward restlessly to catch that sunset

before spending a full-moon night with a pro camera on this Cape to be Flattered by professional imagery collectors,

and fly back to Seattle at sunrise to catch this moment,

or at solar noon to document this,

or during nautical twilight to see that, 

or at the astronomical dusk to take "the moment before the night water touch-down" .


If ready to play harder far away, take off (not in a fundamentally unsafe jet) to see things much bigger than Mt. Rainier,

e.g. this (let's forgive English only-speaking for putting their names over what the "Rest" of the World called millenia earlier so beautifully and respectfully "The Mother of Mountains" [Dzhomolungma]),

or this, that must be correctly transliterated "Kala Patthar" or removed from NEPAL.COM WEBSITE FOR ENGLISH ONLY-SPEAKING.

Or take an Airbus or a better valued Airliner to conquer differently magnificent and gorgeously named Peaks

after an overnight warm-up climb to the Cold War-pausing Summit's place-overlooking peak,

or a night stroll through the 'Reykjavik on Thames'struggling to get Freedom from District of Brussel$,

or a midnight promenade in Ville-Lumière losing Liberté to the District of Corrupt, housing Belgian et al €-terrorist$,

or a day trip to a more secure place where one can safely bring His and Monet's most Impressive Creations together

and capture His Gen X Esmeralda dancing for Her Уродец more excitingly than did Gina Lollobrigida for Hollywood,

and then "Not The Cubist's Jeune Fille Scaling-up Velikoe" 

in her Creator's favorite French town where he can experience the Artsy-missed Joie de Vivre, 


try to hide her in a public park from Paparazzi during Festival de Cannes,

photoshoot the Ms in Biology and Wife of the Fisherman's Son on a Mammal's Tail in another coastal town nearby,

get her a Mini, NICEly complementing her elegant NEO-RETRO mini, instead of an over-priced Châteaux,

photo-document "La plus jeune maman avec sa fille autrement magnifique à d'Eze",

salute them, not Princesse$ laundering $omething nearby,

where a good family man, not a criminal Prince, teaches his Well Born to drive more defensively than did Grace Kelly,

instead of just going out with His 008' Girl dressed to play under the Sun near the Casino.

If going with her to play further East via Italy, make Romans hail her,

permit Venetians watch her,

allow Amalfians paint her,

let Florentians give her something Aphrodite would die for to wear,

leave Caprians a thank you photo-note "...NA ANDREEVA".

and ask her to play "Таис Афинская looking at не-Македонский"

before sailing to Greece where she can pose like a Goddess

making every next-Generation Traveles$a jealous,

and then catch a not-less-legendary-than-the-first-supersonic-Airliner IL-96 to arrive in style to the Imperial Capital of the Grandest Country on Earth, that gave Humanity the anomalously high per capita number of the Greatest in everything, from Science and Art to Statesmanship, the City all Russians call simply Piter, the only place on Earth where their hearts stop beating for a few seconds... every time they return to see it...

...and where Westerners can discover what a Grand Gallery lives right under that Palace's roof,

  and what the Classic Ballet - living nearby - means,

and how the most unforgettable Romantic Dinner with Entertainment looks like,

and then go on the longest railroad journey to see, among other grand wonders, the oldest, largest and deepest lake,

equally enchanting while frozen and explorable on an unchained 4WD
or an unshod wild horse minimally scratching the Bailkal's Royal Sapphire-like surface,

and then go to break the thickest sea ice while aboard the most powerful ship [of Arktica, not Typhoon, class, FYI],

and, after partying with the VICTORIous,

take a Mig [translatable also as "a remarkable moment"] to ice skate, ski, cycle or play any other game in the best Olympic town with F1 track and a subtropical Elysium beach w/o silicone-filled, protein-supplemented bay-watchers,

weed+coke-surviving NB Associate, WADA-allowed Western dop-using "Athletes", and other low-flying MADE-IN-USA,

and then keep traveling throughout the largest and richest land to befriend, not disappoint, supremely educated and  unbelievably forgiving people of the less populous, yet strongest Nation, that saved the beautifully diverse civilization  from every "super-power", including Tatar-Mongol Ords, Teutonic Orders, Ottoman Empire, Napoleonic Europe, und Das Drittes Reich, and then ended the U.S.-started 'Big Blast' contest, brought Humanity to Cosmos, built the first space station (with the name bringing World and Peace together), allowed astronauts left without a single spaceship to fly to Space in Russian rockets, from the Russian Cosmodrom, and did so many other great things for all mankind.

After that educational trip, even a brainwashed Westerner might re-enter the Western Frontier

to work on something greater than iPhony wearable$ reporting everything about everyone to NSA via social nets - trapscontrolled by gov-protected collectors of billion$ from sales of others' profiles to *.gov-bribing makers of humanity-sickening foods, drugs, drinks, games, shows, guns and other goods for progressively fattened, addicted, isolated, single, electro-dating, impotent, invertoperverted, immunodeficient, drugged, intoxicated, neurodegenerated, nearsighted, mad, pepper sprayed, angry, self-armed, shooting, shot, profitably incarcerated, sexually abused, and so on exceptionally miserably existing masses of the 'Free world' free to watch electorably logorrheic, mythomanic and shamelessly hypocritical representatives of all-the-garbage-producing monopolists, biosphere polluters, neocolonial campaigners, criminal intelligence directors, global terrorism ensurers, teen-hackable pseudo-cybersecurity builders, illegal interventions-justifying national news fabricators, architects of trans-oceanic offensive alliances and secretly prepared trade partnerships, GMO merde-spreading transnational industrialists, global financial fraud pioneers, banksters, and other legally shielded untouchable parasites doing anything to keep having more fun every next quadrennium while 99% of Homimis sapiensis working for them harder for less every next quarter of bill$ printing, already astronomical National debt rising, mediocre Medicare reducing, prescription drug cost rising, public education, transportation and infrastructure neglecting, secret aqua-boarding centers maintaining, brutal police forces growing, assault weapons disseminating, F[raud]-35 covering, "miniature" nukes developing, 9/11-sponsoring Saudi protecting, Homeland-secrets-via-private-home-servers selling, democratically elected foreign leaders overthrowing, Russia-hating neo-fascists supporting, the wisest statesman insulting, with more intelligent foreign federal services messing, and doing many other idiotic things, ending - not surprisingly - in total fiasco like this

to realize - unfortunately too late - THAT


Where shall we play next big games? Probably in Asia, which we recently enjoyed exploring, since there is now an opportunity to do the most advanced research and better lives of billions, as any intelligent has realized years ago... So, think about it while checking some of our recent JPGs :)

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