Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
monkey picked tea
Touched by a Monkey
The wind blows the blossoms in the garden. The monk breathes in. The air is crisp; the world is good. The only thing missing is some tea. Alas, the tea tree branches are too high and the mountain face is too steep. He stops in thought. His monkey, however, knowing his master wants tea, climbs the mountain face, picks the leaves, and brings them to the monk. And the tea was so delicious, other people began training their monkeys to pick it. So the legend goes.
After searching across four continents, we found this unbelievable tea. The lovely folks who package the tea for us say:
Nowadays the practice of monkeys picking tea has all but died out, except in one small remote village where they still continue this remarkable tradition. No monkeys are harmed or mistreated in order for us to bring this rare brew to you!
And boy are we glad we found it. The legendary flavor is something that can only be tasted to be believed. Monkey Picked Tea is truly in a class by itself. Full of antioxidants, this tea will calm your soul, temper your spirit, and put you in divine touch with your monkey ancestors. source
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Monday, January 3, 2011
light slippers
So this is clever. I hate being blinded by lamps if having to pee in the middle of the night. Then someone came up with this dorky but clever thing. source
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