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The Garden House is a residence that plays with the contrast and similarities between the indoor and outdoor space.

Designed by Takeshi Hosaka Architects, the house incorporates an enclosed, two-story courtyard and the floor plan of the house is built around it, with most rooms having huge sliding doors that open up the interior space to the outside.

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Have you noticed those delicious Sonic commercials on national TV? Every time I watch it, my mouth starts drooling at their unique and extensive menu. Refreshing drinks of different flavors, sandwiches on Texas toast, tater tots with cheese. Yummy!

But there’s only one major problem to all of this… you’re probably asking yourself the same:

Where in the WORLD is Sonic?! I have not seen one yet!

Sonic is like the Big Foot of fast food. You know, other fast food chains around the country don’t advertise nationally because their franchises only cover certain states within the US. Like White Castle, for example… we don’t have those in Miami, but we don’t see ads on the tele. Sonic? Well every time I see a TV ad, I hear the following (imagine male with sexy disco voice):

Hmmm. Hey, J. Awesome. Look at this delicious strawberry slushy and chicken club toaster… Looks good, doesn’t it? It does… it’s yummy… Well, guess what? Good luck finding one! Muahahahahah (insert end of Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ here) Hahahahaha! Hahahaha. Hahaha. Haha. Ha.

How can you do this to us, Sonic? Let’s go to Sonic's website and find the closest franchise to me:

Well, as you can see here. The closest Sonic is around 63 miles away from me. Maybe next time I visit my cousin in Orlando, I could stumble across while hungry… if I take I-95.

Otherwise, not worth it.

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To all who have served our great nation, thank you for your courage, dedication and our freedom.

I wish I could live there.

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But have no fear! Introducing the How-To-Nap guide!

For a productive nap that will refresh you, read on and learn to avoid common nap mistakes like sleeping too long or sleeping at the wrong times. Click on the image to read.

You're welcome...

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This is Lazarus Wine. And yes, it was designed for the blind. Madrid-based Baud decided to incorporate Braille in the package design. The beauty of the bottle is not lost on the general public either with the usage of bright colors. A perfect example of effective ethical marketing. Brilliant!

After this I am officially Obama'd out... seriously.

Place: Miami-Dade Election Headquarters

2:40 pm - I pull into the parking lot a few blocks away from the early voting station, the headquarters office conveniently located behind all the political signs in the grass. Front and side lots are full.

2:43 pm – Walk to the unbelievably long line which wraps the entire building ending close to a liquor store. I consider going home, but doubt the line will be shorter on Election Day. Realize I might as well stand in line on this lovely Sunday afternoon.

2:45 pm - Get in line.

3:05 pm - A man and a woman with a child walk past the line pulling a cooler on wheels, a beach umbrella and portable chairs. Water bottles are free. Glad I ate lunch before leaving, therefore I will not collapse from heatstroke or low blood sugar for at least another five hours, enough time to jump the bodies of the fallen dehydrated victims ahead of me.

3:29 pm - People are campaigning up and down the line, with signs on hand. If they had brought macadamia cookies, they might be more successful, though that would be illegal since it would be vote-buying. Momentarily horrified of the possibility of cookies being against the law in the future.

3:31 pm –Glad I am wearing sunglasses. Grab my iPod and start playing Solitaire (or Klondike as the dudes at Apple call it). Start getting a backache.

3:33 pm – Starts raining and I have no umbrella. I get wet.

3:49 pm – Wet. Wet. Wet.

4:11 pm - Why did I wear a sweater? November in Miami is not cool, especially while standing in the sunlight. Fans are free. Feel slightly better. Shade is not even close. Will take 90 minutes to get to the closest one.

4:26 pm - People in line are having stupid conversations on their cell phones about political views I do not agree with.

5:04 pm – Realized standing for an hour burns plenty of calories. Will count this as my workout for the day.

5:44 pm – People who finished voting walk by and say, "Don't worry. You have about 4 more hours to go" I laugh, but cry on the inside.

6:29 pm – Need to go to the bathroom. I ask the girl behind me to keep my spot.

6:58 pm – After leaving the restroom, I sit on a bench for a few minutes. It feels so good!

7:30 pm – Back in the line. I am just around the corner from the entrance.

7:51 pm - I can see the entrance! Oh my goodness! There are still at least 150 people in front of me.

8:34 pm - Call co-workers to let them know awesome my afternoon has been. I am very close to the door.

8:57 pm – I am finally inside! I am asked for my Driver’s License. They match and I am sent to a voting booth.

9:06 pm - I fill in my bubbles. Takes 5 minutes. Triple-check to make sure I didn't accidentally vote for a Libertarian or leave any items blank.

9:11 pm - Hand ballots to an election worker wearing a hat. I sign and date the envelope. Another election worker scans it through a computer.

9:14 pm - I leave the building. Whole process took 6 hours, 20 minutes, 43 songs, 8 phone calls and 4 solitaire games.

9:18 pm - Drive out of parking lot through a dark industrial area. On my way to my bank’s ATM machine.

9:28 pm – A cop pulls me over.

9:35 pm – I get a $154 dollar ticket for not fully stopping at a stop sign.

10:10 pm - Arrive home. Back hurts. Feet hurt. Pocket hurts. Drink lots of water. Take a shower and change into pajamas. Collapse in bed in a post-voting coma.

And now, inspired by my long and exhausting experience, I will dedicate a song I wrote for you:

Walk The 6-Hour Line… To Vote

And the sun is shining.
And I make the line to vote. The line ends by the liquor store.
So I wait in line, for the longest time.
And now Obama is happy, 'cause I made the 6-hour line to vote.

[Chorus]
And now Obama is happy.
And my back hurts. And the liquor store.
It's a great place to start the 6-hour line.
If your want to vote.

And before it was shiny. But not anymore.
Because it started to rain. And I have no umbrella.
And now Obama is so happy. He’s so happy.
So happy 'cause I made the 6-hour line to vote.
And the line starts. By the liquor store.
And now I’m wet. And now I’m wet. And now I’m wet.

[Chorus]
And now Obama is happy.
And my back hurts. And the liquor store.
It's a great place to start the 6-hour line.
If your want to vote.

Deep, huh?

It was not easy, but definitely worth it. If you do not make a choice, a choice will be made for you.

Please vote.

Excellent, excellent folky song that I can’t help but listen to repeatedly at top volume. It's like breezy-soothing front-porch music. Two soft voices blended in perfection. These guys are clever.

'Tiger Mountain Peasant Song' - Fleet Foxes

What I like the most about Fleet Foxes is their originality: I cannot pin point a band today that is closest to their style. It's like 60's-70's music recorded in a church's basement. This is my favorite song from their latest album 'Sun Giant'. Building vocals, classic guitar and beautiful lyrics. Just breathtaking.

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Fascinating, huh?

 Amazing! (Ugh, I have a headache now...)