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"I got more views in one hour than I got in a month." -Mariano
After Rogue Magazine's Sep 2012 issue? Did Cecile Zamora's expose matter? Has he become less famous? Judging from his instagram.com/bryanboy account, I don't think it affected him a bit, if not made him more popular!
One thing I was just wondering, does he require anything LV to photobomb his photos?? Well not every photo, it's ummm, most of the photos.
Is it true that he is a social climber? Credit card fraud? User? Druggie? Did he sue Rogue? Well, I was wondering how did he retaliate?
And by the way, where's the Gucci Gang now? Are they still alive?
Warren wants me to sit straight. He says don't cross your legs. Instead prefers me to keep my knees locked together firmly, yet subtly, with my hands in my lap, ready to secure my dress from any attempt to rise, like I was some little fantasy of the past.
As he sits across from me, sipping his tea, we listen without emotion to some twee indie band whose name I hadn't bothered to remember. On vinyl, of course. But that wasn't me when he wasn't there. When he's not around I might listen to Poison on the radio, or Bob Seager, or even sometimes when I'm feeling really naughty, Jimmy Buffet. I hate Jimmy Buffet, mind you. But listening to him, singing about cheeseburgers and cliches, just knowing how it would destroy Warren to see me gaining such pleasure from something so low brow, made me gain a true appreciation for the man in the Hawaiian shirts.
When Warren's at home we only watch British dramas, Reruns of Leave It To Beaver (he watches it ironically, of course), or foreign films. Occasionally, when he's had a joint or two, he'll put on some stand-up comedy, but only if it's cynical and edgy enough.
When he's at work though I'll flip on some Dancing With The Stars, or if I'm really angry with him, Three And A Half Men.
For dinner he made us two bowls of Udon, which I had said was exquisite. We ate on the handcrafted floor mats of course--Warren is an ardent believer in minimalism. He didn't know that in the hideaway ottoman was a full bag of nacho cheese Doritos that would be devoured and disposed of by tomorrow morning.
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Sweden's Truckfighters, arguably among the cream of today's stoner rock crop, assembled a superb set of songs for the band's 2005 full-length studio debut Gravity X. "Fuzz" is the operative word when describing the Truckfighter's sound in the tradition of Kyuss, Slo Burn, Fu Manchu and, more further down the timeline, Blue Cheer. Truckfighters create their own thick wall of noise, with meaty riffs and deep, earthy tones. But it's not all doom and gloom. There are melodies and more subdued moments, which are parsed together superbly on "Momentum", which is one of the best tracks on Gravity X. The song's quieter moments eventually give way to monster drum rolls and the chugga-chugga phaser/fuzz guitar effects, before it stomps to satisfying close. Thick bass lines dominate the record, perhaps no better than on "In Search Of (The)". And Truckfighter's keep the song arrangements interesting, from the refrains of trumpet on "Subfloor" to the jam band-like instrumentals ("Intermission", "Altered State"). But it's in the straight ahead stoner rock on tracks such as the opener "Desert Cruiser" and "Deal" that listeners discover the Truckfighter's area of expertise.
– 4 pigs out of 5
I'm sorry to put it so bluntly - I'm sure the tech that you've developed is OK, but seriously do something about the User Journey.
Thank you for writing all of that stuff that I didn't read when I came to the site as well, and showing me the various plans that I don't care about - I did watch the video though which was enough of an introduction to get me started.
How about this for a business strategy - STOP DEVELOPMENT. Think about a user journey that makes the site easy to use when you first arrive as a new user, make your UI intuitive so that I can do the things that I care about with minimal effort.
Hmm, I can't really see the difference yet...
Tell me why I should switch from Tumblr!
I don't practice Kundalini Yoga much anymore. I did it in college a bit, one of the few yoga centers in Eugene was a Kundalini Yoga center, complete with a Guru Granth Sahib. I thought Yogi Bhajan was amazing, and got to hear him speak in 2000, when I spent the week at Casa De Guru Ram Das. They kicked me out, eventually, which is a small point of pride, but I wish that I had done something more exciting to deserve it. That is another story. As my practice evolved, I gravitated towards vinyasa, and then yin. Kundalini fell by the wayside. My studies in ayurveda led me to the conclusion that I would be best served by grounding and calming practices, instead of kriyas that sought to force energy up my spine through any means necessary. I got an email from the wellness center down the way the other day, saying that there was a Kundalini Yoga teacher visiting from mexico, that she was offering a class, and it was ten bucks. I didn't have any other plans for saturday afternoon, and decided to walk over and participate. I walked over as mindfully as I could. I have been reading The Miracle of Mindfulness By Thich Nhat Hanh, and have been redoubling my efforts to keep my mind in present time awareness. Its been a while since I've read any TNH, and I forgot how much I liked him. I might even ask my meditation and/or yin yoga students to give the book a try. So, I was walking, aware that i was walking. Then I was sitting in class with everyone else, aware that I was sitting in class with everyone else. I was ready to put my body in shapes, and be aware that my body was in those shapes. Practice began, and I was enjoying well enough. Ong Namo, Guru Dev Namo. It had been years since I chanted that. Rolling my hips open, Breath of Fire, many long minutes of leg lifts. Then I got grumpy. A voice in my head, one that is often convincing, told me, "I hate this. I hate this. I hate kundalini yoga." I was aware that there was a voice in my head that was hateful. I was about to agree, to defer to the opinion of this voice. But then, another voice countered, "So what?" Yeah. So what? My body felt good, and my breath was flowing, and the hatred seemed pretty unsubstantiated. I went on back to practicing, the So What mantra spinning round the stupa of my mind. Inhale So, exhale What. The voice came back, it sounded younger this time, brattier, "I hate Kundalini Yoga!" "Why do you hate it?" "It's Hard!" The voice whined, if it had feet, it would have stomped its feet. All I could do was offer a little internal shrug, explain that the yoga practice was going to continue, and that the voice was certainly welcome to vacate the premises should it so desire. So, that's pretty much it. My back got a little tight after that, which also tempted me to slack off, but I decided that it was a pranic thing, and that by being mindful of the way that the energy wanted to move through my body, and practicing in a way that would support it would be the best thing to do. I think it worked. Class ended, and I was aware of it ending. So, class was good. I liked it. I doubt I'm going to go full turban or anything, but I think I'll work it into my regimen a little more often. I know that its standard mindfulness jargon to discuss how we are not our thoughts. Its not uncommon for meditators to have a thought that they identify with, and then through practice have the insight that the thought is not them, and certainly not aligned with their highest aspirations. Its not even new for me. But, Its a good thing to remember, especially because thoughts can also come wrapped up nice and tight with a collection of unpleasant emotions. Thought have one way of convincing us, and emotions, another. Just like the book title suggests, getting enough space to see them for what they are is nothing short of a miracle. The brat was endearing, in its way, and it certainly felt good to relate to him with a bemused attitude and a firm hand. Brats need discipline. And I'm super fond of my new mantra, "So What?" I think I'm going to get a lot of milage out of that one. Today wasn't the first day that I was confronted by a bratty voice shouting opinions that are both urgent and irrelevant, and I can't imagine it will be the last. I'm glad I've got a response, and I am aware that I am glad.
Nipun Mehta founder of non-profit ServiceSpace delivered this speech at Harker School. He explained both good and bad realities of present world and present generation. For detailed speech, please check it out here. I hope you'll find it both inspiring and interesting.
Last couple of years Northern Virginia has seen some drastic weather including hurricanes and tornadoes.
In 2012, there were 11 tornadoes in Virginia, with no deaths, and $3 million in property damage. In 2011, there were 51, with 10 deaths. (The most in any year was 87 back in 2004).
In Northern Virginia area we have shelters that are available on an ad hoc basis. For example, here is a list of Virginia shelters that were open during Hurricane Irene back in 2011. You'll want to keep an eye on Ready Virginia (they have an app now) since hurricane season just started.
Tornadoes have hit every part of Virginia especially in past few years.
Sign up for your jurisdiction's emergency alert system and do take it serious. Follow the emergency instructions as per your jurisdiction alert.
I don’t consider myself strong. I am fit, but I am not strong. Hopefully this is evident by my picture that I have included. I cannot bench press more than 200 pounds. I can only do maybe 10 consecutive pull-ups without stopping. Of course my numbers will keep improving the longer I train, but eventually they will plateau. I don’t have a problem with this. This is because of my goals. As a college athlete, I want to be fast, agile, flexible, and strong enough. I don’t need big muscles like a bodybuilder. Let me say that again in case it was not clear: I am not trying to get big. I’m six feet tall and I weigh about 180 lbs, and I don’t think I would ever want to go much higher than 195. In fact, if I got too big, it would be a detriment. With huge muscles you lose things like flexibility.
With these goals in mind, I follow a regimen designed by the trainer at my college. I go to the gym 4 times a week: 2 days mostly focused on upper body exercises, and 2 days mostly focused on lower body exercises. On top of this, I do conditioning 3 times a week(I usually combine a conditioning day with an upper body day). All of my conditioning is based on HIIT, or High Intensity Interval Training. You can read up on HIIT to learn more about the science behind it, but most trainers agree that it is one of the best forms of cardiovascular exercise. Starting HIIT when I got to college was a huge change. I ran cross-country in high school so my idea of conditioning was long, slower paced runs(pretty much the opposite of HIIT). Now, I usually run repeats of shuttle runs or sprints at shorter distances(nothing more than 800 meters).
So that’s it for my goals and how I train. It’s what works for me. One of the biggest things to realize is that everyone has individual fitness goals and needs, and that what works for me or you will not necessarily work for somebody else. I will leave you now with a little story about from when I went to the gym about to weeks ago.
It was a leg day for me, specifically front squats. My gym only has one squat rack, so you either have to wait for somebody to finish or work in with somebody else. This day there was an absolutely huge guy doing back squats. This guy was probably 5 foot 8, and he looked like he weighed at least 230(I later found out he was a former bodybuilder). He was squatting 405, sets of 5. I asked him if he was almost done, and he said that he had 5 or 6 more sets, but that I could work in I wanted. I asked him if he was sure, giving him a chance to reconsider, because working in would have had us repeatedly racking and re-racking several plates(I was doing a progression from 135 up to 255). He insisted I work in, saying he needed the break between his sets. So I did. This guy kept watching my form when I was working, and then after I finished my set at 225, he struck up conversation. He said something along the lines of, “You know, what you’re doing is very impressive. I wouldn’t be able to do all the sets you’re doing right now.” Needless to say, I was pretty surprised, but he explained that he didn’t have enough flexibility to front squat as much as I was doing. This really gave me a feeling of validation about my fitness goals.