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January last year
There is a 36 second video of men carving meat
And seasoned with salt sprinkle to hit the arm.
Before The Salt Tablets Spread and fall into a piece of meat in style.

Such videos are shared online worldwide

30 million views in a long time

His video became viral " how do you have a salt sprinkle?"

How interesting is this salt man's history

Invest man will tell you about it

Nusret Gökçe aka salt before anyone else or salt bae

He is a Turkish who happens to be in a poor family, has a father as a miner.

Gökçe's childhood life is pretty tough. His family has financial problems.

So he only had a chance to study in elementary school.

When I didn't continue studying, he had to start looking for a job.

He was only 13 years old, internship as a kitchen washing boy in turkey. His Hometown Works 18 hours a day.

And then he became an assistant in the meat shed.

Like this is the lowest point of life

.. but at this point, I made a dream for gökçe..

From being around in the kitchen all day, making him love the atmosphere of cuddle restaurants. Love cooking and making him inspired to have his own restaurant.

After knowing what he liked, he didn't wait.

Gökçe took his storage for about 2 hundred thousand baht. Departure to Argentina with a dream of owning a restaurant.

At Buenos Aires, Argentina Gökçe aims to learn as much about the meat industry, including using various kinds of vegetables.

From studying and loving what he likes, his dreams come true at 27 years old.

Gökçe flew home to Turkish with the skills collected from Argentina. He opened his first restaurant called Nusr-et steakhouse.

The name of nusr-et steakhouse is a name of nusret to play with the word et that means meat is a small steak shop with 8 tables and 10 employees.

But I can't believe that it's a good day. Dean night. Cuddle young businesses in the 10 richest people in Turkish like Mr. Ferit Şhenk with property worth over 67,200 million baht. Come to eat steak at this shop..

Şhenk is the president of the doạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạạ

Whether it's garanti bank, the largest bank in turkey, including Porsche, Audi and Volkswagen Dealers, and owns franchise, many luxury restaurants.

With the impression of gökçe's taste and style

Mr. Şhenk decided to invest in gökçe's steak shop with a common goal to expand the steak shop around the world.

According to this investment, gökçe can quickly expand his steak shop business.

Within Just 7 years, he owns over 13 meat carve factories and restaurants in turkey, United Arab Emirates and the United States and 600 employees.

Gökçe became a high-end steak chef in Dubai. A Billionaire land.

There are plenty of meat shops around the world, but nusr-et steakhouse is unique.

With the point of selling experience, taste the unique meat menu, this shop becomes Muhammad Bin's favorite restaurant. Waiting for the almaktum, the city of Dubai.

Gökçe has an interesting way of presenting his menu. Even though he has cuddle restaurants, no matter which branch he goes, he will walk to present his way to make meat in his form since carve, chopping, sprinkle salt in front of customers. Every table

Until January last year

He decided to take a video of meat carve and sprinkle salt on a steak dish that no one like and unbelievable that this himself makes people around the world know him as salt bae.

At this point, the more it makes him loud.

Stars all over the world are interested and taste the experience at gökçe's shop, whether it's DJ Khaled, Drake, including Leonardo Dicaprio.

He currently has up to 13.5 million instagram followers and is growing fast.

.. so fast that his business will ipo..

Ferit Şhenk Billionaire, President of the do√uş holding, sees growth opportunities in steak shops and luxury restaurants.

So he plans to separate the group of the do√restaurant entertainment & management to register to the stock exchange by 2019 with salt bae's shop and famous Japanese restaurants like zuma included.

Ending with Mr. Gökçe interview

He was asked how life is now compared to before.

Gökçe replied, " my life hasn't changed. I used to wash dishes 18 hours a day. Now I'm still working 18 hours a day.."

This sentence can mean

Although his salt sprinkle is the creativity of the year that makes people around the world know.

But the passion in the deep heart of a man sprinkle salt may just do what he loves most and he is happy with it..
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Reference
-https://www.therichest.com/world-entertainment/15-things-you-didnt-know-about-salt-bae/
-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doğuş_Group
-https://www.cnbc.com/2018/01/26/this-is-how-salt-bae-became-the-most-famous-butcher-on-instagram-in-the-world.html
-https://www.bustle.com/p/how-did-salt-bae-start-the-origins-of-this-meme-are-pretty-tasty-31231
-https://brandinside.asia/salt-bae-ipo-steakhouse/
-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salt_BaeTranslated

Character Transformation is Progressive

“But we all, with unveiled face seeing the glory of the Lord as in a mirror, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, even as from the Lord, the Spirit.” (2 Corinthians‬ ‭3:18‬ ‭WEB‬‬)

The thing about character is that it takes time to change. The transformation is progressive. For the world, they try their best by the strength of the flesh to change after experiencing setbacks or if they have something they really desire.

For born-again believers, we have the Holy Spirit who transforms us as we go through life. He teaches us with God’s word, shapes us through experiences, giving us victory in Jesus’ name.

If you have been cultivating a relationship with the Lord in the past decade, you can look back and see how much you’ve grown in character.

Much of the transformation comes from the renewal of your mind through receiving God’s word. In the past you used to believe something that was fleshly, but now you know and believe the truth, and that has set you free from certain strongholds and bondages.

Like an expert farmer, God prunes you so that you become even more fruitful, able to bear the fruits of the Spirit in greater measure.

““I am the true vine, and my Father is the farmer. Every branch in me that doesn’t bear fruit, he takes away. Every branch that bears fruit, he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. You are already pruned clean because of the word which I have spoken to you.” (John‬ ‭15:1-3‬ ‭WEB‬‬)

Every unfruitful branch of wrong belief is snipped off to make way for growth through right beliefs. Sometimes the godly sorrow which God’s word produces is painful to endure, but you come out healthier and more beautiful.

Sometimes people around you do not pay attention to your transformation. They stubbornly view you in the same way as ten years ago, speaking in reference to things you did in the past. However, God knows, and you know that you have been transformed. Seek not man’s approval because that is just vanity. It serves no purpose except to delight your flesh.

“He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that produces its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.” (Psalms‬ ‭1:3‬ ‭WEB‬‬)

Time will tell, as the fruits you bear become so drastically better in quality and quantity. It will become clear as day that you are no longer that dried-up, naked tree from before. You are a tree planted by the waters, fearing no heat or drought, producing fruits unceasingly in its season!

God makes everything beautiful in its time. Believers fall into frustration, burnout and turn their backs on God because they do not understand the truth of “God’s Appointed Time”. Understand His system of times and seasons, and learn to be fruitful in every season: https://www.miltongoh.net/store/p23/gods-appointed-time-milton-goh.html

Nobody’s Fool　　( January 2011 )

Yoshitomo Nara

Do people look to my childhood for sources of my imagery? Back then, the snow-covered fields of the north were about as far away as you could get from the rapid economic growth happening elsewhere. Both my parents worked and my brothers were much older, so the only one home to greet me when I got back from elementary school was a stray cat we’d taken in. Even so, this was the center of my world. In my lonely room, I would twist the radio dial to the American military base station and out blasted rock and roll music. One of history’s first man-made satellites revolved around me up in the night sky. There I was, in touch with the stars and radio waves.

It doesn’t take much imagination to envision how a lonely childhood in such surroundings might give rise to the sensibility in my work. In fact, I also used to believe in this connection. I would close my eyes and conjure childhood scenes, letting my imagination amplify them like the music coming from my speakers.

But now, past the age of fifty and more cool-headed, I’ve begun to wonder how big a role childhood plays in making us who we are as adults. Looking through reproductions of the countless works I’ve made between my late twenties and now, I get the feeling that childhood experiences were merely a catalyst. My art derives less from the self-centered instincts of childhood than from the day-to-day sensory experiences of an adult who has left this realm behind. And, ultimately, taking the big steps pales in importance to the daily need to keep on walking.

While I was in high school, before I had anything to do with art, I worked part-time in a rock café. There I became friends with a graduate student of mathematics who one day started telling me, in layman’s terms, about his major in topology. His explanation made the subject seem less like a branch of mathematics than some fascinating organic philosophy. My understanding is that topology offers you a way to discover the underlying sameness of countless, seemingly disparate, forms. Conversely, it explains why many people, when confronted with apparently identical things, will accept a fake as the genuine article. I later went on to study art, live in Germany, and travel around the world, and the broader perspective I’ve gained has shown me that topology has long been a subtext of my thinking. The more we add complexity, the more we obscure what is truly valuable. Perhaps the reason I began, in the mid-90s, trying to make paintings as simple as possible stems from that introduction to topology gained in my youth.

As a kid listening to U.S. armed-forces radio, I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but I loved the melody and rhythm of the music. In junior high school, my friends and I were already discussing rock and roll like credible music critics, and by the time I started high school, I was hanging out in rock coffee shops and going to live shows. We may have been a small group of social outcasts, but the older kids, who smoked cigarettes and drank, talked to us all night long about movies they’d seen or books they’d read. If the nighttime student quarter had been the school, I’m sure I would have been a straight-A student.

In the 80s, I left my hometown to attend art school, where I was anything but an honors student. There, a model student was one who brought a researcher’s focus to the work at hand. Your bookshelves were stacked with catalogues and reference materials. When you weren’t working away in your studio, you were meeting with like-minded classmates to discuss art past and present, including your own. You were hoping to set new trends in motion. Wholly lacking any grand ambition, I fell well short of this model, with most of my paintings done to satisfy class assignments. I was, however, filling every one of my notebooks, sketchbooks, and scraps of wrapping paper with crazy, graffiti-like drawings.

Looking back on my younger days—Where did where all that sparkling energy go? I used the money from part-time jobs to buy record albums instead of art supplies and catalogues. I went to movies and concerts, hung out with my girlfriend, did funky drawings on paper, and made midnight raids on friends whose boarding-room lights still happened to be on. I spent the passions of my student days outside the school studio. This is not to say I wasn’t envious of the kids who earned the teachers’ praise or who debuted their talents in early exhibitions. Maybe envy is the wrong word. I guess I had the feeling that we were living in separate worlds. Like puffs of cigarette smoke or the rock songs from my speaker, my adolescent energies all vanished in the sky.

Being outside the city and surrounded by rice fields, my art school had no art scene to speak of—I imagined the art world existing in some unknown dimension, like that of TV or the movies. At the time, art could only be discussed in a Western context, and, therefore, seemed unreal. But just as every country kid dreams of life in the big city, this shaky art-school student had visions of the dazzling, far-off realm of contemporary art. Along with this yearning was an equally strong belief that I didn’t deserve admittance to such a world. A typical provincial underachiever!

I did, however, love to draw every day and the scrawled sketches, never shown to anybody, started piling up. Like journal entries reflecting the events of each day, they sometimes intersected memories from the past. My little everyday world became a trigger for the imagination, and I learned to develop and capture the imagery that arose. I was, however, still a long way off from being able to translate those countless images from paper to canvas.

Visions come to us through daydreams and fantasies. Our emotional reaction towards these images makes them real. Listening to my record collection gave me a similar experience. Before the Internet, the precious little information that did exist was to be found in the two or three music magazines available. Most of my records were imported—no liner notes or lyric sheets in Japanese. No matter how much I liked the music, living in a non-English speaking world sadly meant limited access to the meaning of the lyrics. The music came from a land of societal, religious, and subcultural sensibilities apart from my own, where people moved their bodies to it in a different rhythm. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. I never got tired of poring over every inch of the record jackets on my 12-inch vinyl LPs. I took the sounds and verses into my body. Amidst today’s superabundance of information, choosing music is about how best to single out the right album. For me, it was about making the most use of scant information to sharpen my sensibilities, imagination, and conviction. It might be one verse, melody, guitar riff, rhythmic drum beat or bass line, or record jacket that would inspire me and conjure up fresh imagery. Then, with pencil in hand, I would draw these images on paper, one after the other. Beyond good or bad, the pictures had a will of their own, inhabiting the torn pages with freedom and friendliness.

By the time I graduated from university, my painting began to approach the independence of my drawing. As a means for me to represent a world that was mine and mine alone, the paintings may not have been as nimble as the drawings, but I did them without any preliminary sketching. Prizing feelings that arose as I worked, I just kept painting and over-painting until I gained a certain freedom and the sense, though vague at the time, that I had established a singular way of putting images onto canvas. Yet, I hadn’t reached the point where I could declare that I would paint for the rest of my life.

After receiving my undergraduate degree, I entered the graduate school of my university and got a part-time job teaching at an art yobiko—a prep school for students seeking entrance to an art college. As an instructor, training students how to look at and compose things artistically, meant that I also had to learn how to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. This significant growth experience not only allowed me to take stock of my life at the time, but also provided a refreshing opportunity to connect with teenage hearts and minds.

And idealism! Talking to groups of art students, I naturally found myself describing the ideals of an artist. A painful experience for me—I still had no sense of myself as an artist. The more the students showed their affection for me, the more I felt like a failed artist masquerading as a sensei (teacher). After completing my graduate studies, I kept working as a yobiko instructor. And in telling students about the path to becoming an artist, I began to realize that I was still a student myself, with many things yet to learn. I felt that I needed to become a true art student. I decided to study in Germany. The day I left the city where I had long lived, many of my students appeared on the platform to see me off.

Life as a student in Germany was a happy time. I originally intended to go to London, but for economic reasons chose a tuition-free, and, fortunately, academism-free German school. Personal approaches coexisted with conceptual ones, and students tried out a wide range of modes of expression. Technically speaking, we were all students, but each of us brought a creator’s spirit to the fore. The strong wills and opinions of the local students, though, were well in place before they became artists thanks to the German system of early education. As a reticent foreign student from a far-off land, I must have seemed like a mute child. I decided that I would try to make myself understood not through words, but through having people look at my pictures. When winter came and leaden clouds filled the skies, I found myself slipping back to the winters of my childhood. Forgoing attempts to speak in an unknown language, I redoubled my efforts to express myself through visions of my private world. Thinking rather than talking, then illustrating this thought process in drawings and, finally, realizing it in a painting. Instead of defeating you in an argument, I wanted to invite you inside me. Here I was, in a most unexpected place, rediscovering a value that I thought I had lost—I felt that I had finally gained the ability to learn and think, that I had become a student in the truest sense of the word.

But I still wasn’t your typical honors student. My paintings clearly didn’t look like contemporary art, and nobody would say my images fit in the context of European painting. They did, however, catch the gaze of dealers who, with their antennae out for young artists, saw my paintings as new objects that belonged less to the singular world of art and more to the realm of everyday life. Several were impressed by the freshness of my art, and before I knew it, I was invited to hold exhibitions in established galleries—a big step into a wider world.

The six years that I spent in Germany after completing my studies and before returning to Japan were golden days, both for me and my work. Every day and every night, I worked tirelessly to fix onto canvas all the visions that welled up in my head. My living space/studio was in a dreary, concrete former factory building on the outskirts of Cologne. It was the center of my world. Late at night, my surroundings were enveloped in darkness, but my studio was brightly lit. The songs of folk poets flowed out of my speakers. In that place, standing in front of the canvas sometimes felt like traveling on a solitary voyage in outer space—a lonely little spacecraft floating in the darkness of the void. My spaceship could go anywhere in this fantasy while I was painting, even to the edge of the universe.

Suddenly one day, I was flung outside—my spaceship was to be scrapped. My little vehicle turned back into an old concrete building, one that was slated for destruction because it was falling apart. Having lost the spaceship that had accompanied me on my lonely travels, and lacking the energy to look for a new studio, I immediately decided that I might as well go back to my homeland. It was painful and sad to leave the country where I had lived for twelve years and the handful of people I could call friends. But I had lost my ship. The only place I thought to land was my mother country, where long ago those teenagers had waved me goodbye and, in retrospect, whose letters to me while I was in Germany were a valuable source of fuel.

After my long space flight, I returned to Japan with the strange sense of having made a full orbit around the planet. The new studio was a little warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, in an area dotted with rice fields and small factories. When the wind blew, swirls of dust slipped in through the cracks, and water leaked down the walls in heavy rains. In my dilapidated warehouse, only one sheet of corrugated metal separated me from the summer heat and winter cold. Despite the funky environment, I was somehow able to keep in midnight contact with the cosmos—the beings I had drawn and painted in Germany began to mature. The emotional quality of the earlier work gave way to a new sense of composure. I worked at refining the former impulsiveness of the drawings and the monochromatic, almost reverent, backgrounds of the paintings. In my pursuit of fresh imagery, I switched from idle experimentation to a more workmanlike approach towards capturing what I saw beyond the canvas.

Children and animals—what simple motifs! Appearing on neat canvases or in ephemeral drawings, these figures are easy on the viewers’ eyes. Occasionally, they shake off my intentions and leap to the feet of their audience, never to return. Because my motifs are accessible, they are often only understood on a superficial level. Sometimes art that results from a long process of development receives only shallow general acceptance, and those who should be interpreting it fail to do so, either through a lack of knowledge or insufficient powers of expression. Take, for example, the music of a specific era. People who lived during this era will naturally appreciate the music that was then popular. Few of these listeners, however, will know, let alone value, the music produced by minor labels, by introspective musicians working under the radar, because it’s music that’s made in answer to an individual’s desire, not the desires of the times. In this way, people who say that “Nara loves rock,” or “Nara loves punk” should see my album collection. Of four thousand records there are probably fewer than fifty punk albums. I do have a lot of 60s and 70s rock and roll, but most of my music is from little labels that never saw commercial success—traditional roots music by black musicians and white musicians, and contemplative folk. The spirit of any era gives birth to trends and fashions as well as their opposite: countless introspective individual worlds. A simultaneous embrace of both has cultivated my sensibility and way of thinking. My artwork is merely the tip of the iceberg that is my self. But if you analyzed the DNA from this tip, you would probably discover a new way of looking at my art. My viewers become a true audience when they take what I’ve made and make it their own. That’s the moment the works gain their freedom, even from their maker.

After contemplative folk singers taught me about deep empathy, the punk rockers schooled me in explosive expression.

I was born on this star, and I’m still breathing. Since childhood, I’ve been a jumble of things learned and experienced and memories that can’t be forgotten. Their involuntary locomotion is my inspiration. I don’t express in words the contents of my work. I’ll only tell you my history. The countless stories living inside my work would become mere fabrications the moment I put them into words. Instead, I use my pencil to turn them into pictures. Standing before the dark abyss, here’s hoping my spaceship launches safely tonight….

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少し前のゴロちゃんの様子になりますが、離乳食をはじめてから完了期までの1年間をまとめてみました。人生初の食事から少しずつ食べることが上達していくゴロちゃんの様子をお楽しみ下さい！皆様の参考になれば嬉しいです♪




The footages were shooted a little while ago, but I made this 1 year compilation video of Goro's baby food life from her first meal to the phase of going off baby food.
Please enjoy each phase of Goro-chan, who gradually grows and improves eating skill from the first baby food of her life! I am glad if it becomes a reference for your parenting♪



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・【生後151日】初めての離乳食 ～人生最初の1口、表情が最高！～ Let’s try first baby food. [151 days after birth]
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・【生後227日】離乳食、大人しく食べない赤ちゃんと悪戦苦闘　Happening during baby's meal. [227 days after birth]
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・パパでもできた簡単離乳食レシピ ～もぐもぐ食べる姿にパパ感動！～【生後1年1ヶ月/離乳食/レシピ】 Papa's cooking for baby foods.
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