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“Honey for sale. Good for allergies.”
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Now, I doubt very seriously if he thought that up on his own. More likely, the honey supplier put a bee in his ear. Well, no matter, the flashing sign put a bee in my ear! I did a quick health inventory right there on the spot and that’s when I made the connection. A half quart of honey later I was feeling better!
Of course, this was no proof. So, I stopped eating it…got worse…and started eating it and got better. That’s where I am as I peck out this article. I confess that more personal research on my part is needed before I put a nail in it, but it is promising!
Information on the World Wide Wait is sparse. Except for one lone scientist at some college or the other who claims that fructose has the same incidence of allergy alleviation as honey most of the rest of the claims are anecdotal. (Is there any test-tee out there who can’t tell the difference between Karo syrup and honey?? Give me a break!) However, chances are good that you know someone who swears by bee pollen. It continues to be a good seller, so there must be something to it.
I’m not alone, however, in postulating that the best help comes from locally grown honey. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that local honey contains the richest source of ingredients for your local allergies. For example, no help may be obtained if you are ingesting honey rich in stinkweed pollen if you have never been exposed to a stinkweed blossoms. All you are likely to get is a honey high and all the other beneficial effects claimed for the tasty elixir.
The accepted theory of allergy immunization is that when you are given minute amounts of what you are allergic to, you build up your natural defenses. This doesn’t make a dab of sense to most people, but it works, never the less. Local honey contains minute amounts of what makes you sniffle, ache, or suffer pollen induced grouchiness.
Much of the [Wrangler] company’s success is owed to the Cowboy Cut, a model often referred to by its style number, 13MWZ. Introduced in 1947 and to this day accounting for about 25 percent of the company’s sales annually, it was one of the original Wrangler products and the first truly functional cowboy jeans. The 13MWZ (MWZ stands for “men’s Western zipper”) was developed by Ben Lichenstein, a tailor from Philadelphia known as Rodeo Ben, for the Blue Bell Overall Company, a North Carolina-based work-apparel manufacturer looking to break into the Western cowboy market. Its design has remained unchanged for 60 years. Phil McAdams, president of Wrangler’s Western Wear division, knows these jeans inside and out. The pockets are positioned high in the back so that riders don’t sit on their wallets, and the belt loops are set a little wider in front to accommodate a championship buckle. They are made with flat rivets that do not scratch saddles and large zippers that riders can handle with gloves. The tapered legs fit tightly over boots so that they don’t drag like the flared “boot cut” jeans, which have little to do with practicing cowboys; and the inseam is four to six inches longer than the norm so that when a rider is in the saddle, the bottom of the jeans sits just so on the top of the foot.
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Skatopia was a great skatepark.
It was killer.
It had a half pipe and the little pool.
Yeah, that little pool was great. I broke my collarbone, separated my shoulder and broke my wrist, all in one go in that pool.
Doing what?
Trying to learn rock-n-rolls.
How did you hurt your shoulder from a rock-n-roll?
My brother used to call me “Bail Bonds John.” I’d keep trying to do it and I would jump off all the time. When rock-n-rolls came out, I really wanted to learn them. I’d try it and jump off. Try it and jump off. The first time I tried to commit, I was a little tired from all the bailing, so I got carried away and came in like a rock-n-roll fakie with my body turned toward the come in position. I shot down the wall fakie and my arm caught the wall. I tore my whole arm out of the socket and broke my collarbone and my wrist. My feet were still on the board, but I stood up and my arm was hanging down past my knees.
Did you go into shock?
Yeah, after I saw my brother’s eyes were buggin’ out. I was only 12 years old. My brother helped me up, and I lay down into the grass. When I lay down, everything kind of cracked, but my arm went back in to the socket. I took a trip to the hospital, and everything was separated and broken.
I’ve never broken my collarbone. I bet that hurts.
That was my first time, and it hurts.
Pulling your arm out of the socket must be painful.
I still have problems applying pressure with that arm. I’m like a gimp with certain actions, depending on how my arm bends.
Yuck. Was it loose ball-bearings wheels still?
I think we had Roadriders by the time we hit the parks. I know it progressed pretty fast. When the parks started happening, that’s when I really started skating. By the time I was 9 years old, I was skating full time.
Did you session that little driveway park?
We used to call it the local half-pipe. It was two embankments between the driveway cuts. We’d grind the edge down until the dirt and grass went away, and we had a two-inch gap to grind all day. Anything that was happening in the magazines, we did it right there on the local half-pipe. We built little wooden ramps and rode curbs. Then we started finding out about pools. We had four pools in our town, and that’s when we started getting into vertical.
Do you remember “Taters” working at Skatopia?
No, not really. I do remember him being there. It wasn’t until Whittier opened up that I became a local dude at a local park. Up ‘til then at Skatopia, I’d just go pay for my two-hour session. It’d go by so fast, and then it was time to go home. I was just trying to skate. That was my first real action skateboarding.
What was your first pool?
It was in La Mirada and it was called Moya’s pool. It was a left-hand kidney that had barely enough of a hip. These white trash people lived there, and they’d let you skate for $2. There was the La Mirada Plunge at the La Mirada City Park. It was the big Olympic-size square pool. I skated that for a long time. Then another friend named Dave Evans had a square pool with rock coping. We used to session that one all the time, because it was right next to my junior high school. We’d skate to school and stash our boards in the bushes by Dave’s house and as soon as we got out of school, we’d go skate.
You were addicted?
Yeah, and we’d try to get to Skatopia on the weekends. After we found pools, I didn’t think that parks were that great, but I still liked the flow of the parks. I love the flow of snake runs and banks as much as vertical. I loved the flow of Skatopia’s big snake run. Pools are the heaviest, though. You go straight into the action.
Did you ride Paramount?
It was one of my favorite parks. My brother loved Paramount because there was no coping there. You could snap over the top. It had some weird beveled edge. And they had the vert-bowl.
The vert bowl was insane.
I never made it to the top. I saw George Orton do a front side air out of there, though. My brother used to ride it on his back – kind of like a coffin ride. He used to do airs out of the vert bowl on his back.
I remember him well.
He’d get to the top of the last turn, and I’d put both hands on his helmet and push him as fast as I could down to the edge, and he’d go straight up, feet first, on his back, and he’d grab the board by its rail and float back down to the bottom. He’d go to the pro shop if he broke his board and get another one.
Did you ever skate Marina?
Yeah, it was kind of far away, but we went a few times. I dug on Marina. Marina had the some of the first best pools in a skate park.
What about Lakewood?
I liked Lakewood’s little keyholes. The half pipe was gnarly. It got real deep on the end.
When did you first get sponsored?
I think it was 1980. ASPO (Association of Skate Park Owners) was a contest series in the parks for all the un-sponsored amateurs, 1A, 2A and park teams, and I started skating in those contests in late ‘79. I was riding 2A at 13 years old. I was at ASPO at the Reseda Skatercross, and I was riding one of your boards. I had some Blood Revolver wheels on and some Indys. I ran into Denise Barter, and she was stoked I was riding those wheels. She checked me out in the contest, and then she asked if I wanted to ride for Dogtown.
What happened?
I was down, but I never got a phone call back or anything. I found out later that Dogtown was going under. That was the beginning and end of my Dogtown sponsorship. Sponsorship never came up again, until I got booted out of the Whittier Skatepark for being a little punk rock troublemaker kid. I remember Stacy Peralta came up to us out front, riding the curbs. He was giving us the lowdown. He said that this was the next generation of skateboarding. He thought we were something else, so he started sending us these little street boards and then Stecyk came a few times and took photos of us. The whole time I was doing this, I was kicked out of the skatepark. All I was thinking of was how to get back into the skatepark. I was trying to tell Stacy that. He was like, “No, man. We want you on the streets.” I was like, “Street skating is cool, but I ride pools.” He never really listened to me on that, and I always wondered why. Later on, I realized they had a plan. That was my first encounter with the industry types.
[Laughs] The industry types?
They had a plan. I thought the plan was so girly.
Why wouldn’t Peralta let you ride the pools?
I don’t know. I wanted to be in the contests and skating pools. I kept asking, and he never listened. He said street skating is the future of skateboarding. I was bummed. I thought it was all skateboarding.
Why did you get booted out of the Whittier park?
I was just getting too rowdy. We used to torture people. The little girls would show up, and we’d pee in water guns and squirt them in the face. We’d put ice in pellet guns and shoot people. We’d piss off the balconies. The owner of the park pretty much had it with us. We never paid, so they just threw us out for life. When we got booted out of the park, it was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me.
Who was the owner?
Ross Guilotti.
Did he have kids?
Yeah, he had two kids. They skated the park.
What were their names?
Mike Guilotti and Angelo Guilotti. They used to skate around the park naked. They were kind of fucked up.
Brewce Martin syndrome?
Yeah, totally.
Well, Angelo Guilotti now has a pool up in Malibu built for skating.
Really? He was the first person I knew who had edible undies. He wore edible undies to the park one night.
What?
He was one of those naked guys .You know, those guys that have to get naked every time something happens.
What did they have to get naked for?
I don’t know.
Did anyone eat his undies?
I hope not.
You got booted from the skatepark, but Whittier was your first skate team?
Yeah, we were still skating at Lakewood and Big O, but we couldn’t go everyday because we didn’t have cars. I didn’t want to tell my mom I got booted out of the park because it was my perfect excuse to be out of the house. I went to school, came home, got a bite to eat and went to the skate park every single night. We’d go there and just antagonize Ross Guilotti and ride the curbs and sidewalks in the parking lot. My buddy Richard Armijo and I both got booted. It was our purpose to have everyone think we were complete idiots. One of us would fall over and then we’d start throwing our boards at each other. We were out there screaming and raising hell, and people started noticing that. We’d do inverts on curbs and board slides. Whatever we were missing in the pool, we were doing on the curb.
And Stacy Peralta thought this was the newest thing?
Yeah, I think he already had a plan before he saw us. People were already street skating. We weren’t the first ones. When he saw us, I think he saw some unknown kids that were already doing what he was thinking needed to be done. It was our own version, and he was amped up on it. We weren’t really buying his program, though.
He was sending you boards and stuff?
Yeah, he sent us these little street issues. When he first showed them to us, he said, “What do you think about these boards?” I said, “These are like Hobie Mike Weed radical terrain models, just painted over.” He said, “How can you tell?” I said, “I know. I can tell what these things are. You must have gotten them for $2. Closeout special. You could put some camouflage on them and call them the ‘street issue’.” He said, “Well, we have another coming out and it’s called the ‘general issue’.” He sent them and we rode them and Stecyk took photos. They were fun boards, but to me, it was all a joke. It was fun to make people hate us, but we just wanted to ride pools.
It was an antagonistic approach?
You want people to not understand you. You want people to laugh at you. You want people to not understand your scene, because you don’t want to be just like them.
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Michael chats with session drummer extraordinaire Hal Blaine who's thousands of recordings include 40 #1 hits & 150 top 10 hits including work with Phil Spector, The Beach Boys, Elvis Presley, Tommy Roe, The Partridge Family, and thousands more. We'll also get the dirt on recently deceased musicians when Goldmine Magazine's obituary writer Phast Phreddie Patterson checks in, and we'll find out what #1 hit song has been left in Michael's Mailbox!
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But in Michigan, the differing response to Ms. Granholm’s order is part of a broader and, perhaps, more universal wrangle over how to commemorate tragedy when there is so much of it and whether lowering the flag each time a soldier is killed cheapens the tribute by doing it too often.
Since the start of the Iraq war, more than half the states have decided to lower their flags for 24 hours or more when a local soldier dies in combat.
Opponents of lowering the flag see it as a subtle antiwar gesture that may run counter to federal guidelines, which reserve the action for “officials,” not soldiers.
In the documentation for the route, Teemu apologizes because "Most of Jersey City and Newark area waterfront are included , PRR terminal in Jersey City could not be made because of the tile size problem, but PRR Greenville terminal is included". Only in V-Scale would someone apologize for only including "Most of Jersey City and Newark area waterfront"
But the evidence of daily life has not been scrubbed from the house. The line of walnut cabinets that define the sleeping area are a little scuffed. The ceiling shows signs of the old, leaking roof. The kitchen, a simple open plan of cabinets and an almost antique electric stove, is a real estate agent's nightmare. You can hear the officious salesman: Just tear that out, put in some stainless steel and you're good to go.
Which, fortunately, will never happen. In 1986, when Johnson was getting into his 80s, he willed the house and its surrounding 47-acre campus to the National Trust, though he retained the right to live there until his death. A ribbon-cutting Thursday helped introduce the house to its nervous neighbors in New Canaan, once a center of modernist architecture, now a tony, leafy enclave with a distressing number of tacky McMansions.
Woody Allen directing an opera? In Los Angeles? It's set to happen in September 2008, according to Placido Domingo who's general director of the Los Angeles Opera.
REPORTER: The New York filmmaker is scheduled to direct "Gianni Schicchi," part of a trio of one act operas by Puccini.
REPORTER: “Gianni Schicchi" is set in medieval Florence. It's Puccini's only comedy. Allen says he has "no idea'' what he's doing. But he jokes that incompetence has never prevented him from plunging in with enthusiasm.
REPORTER: Domingo says he's often asked movie directors to try their hand at opera. He says he'd been after Allen for four years.
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Introducing a show of European color photography, which he has curated at Hasted Hunt Gallery, the well-known photographer Martin Parr laments that in "the rather dysfunctional history of colour photography, the seminal exhibition by William Eggleston in 1976 at MOMA . . . is often cited as the start of serious colour photography." He goes on to mention photographer Stephen Shore's contribution "to the establishement and acceptance" of the medium and notes that, before the '70s, "colour work had predominantly been associated with commercial or even snapshot photography."
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Five proposals for the 40-acre park area at the southern half of the island offer the clearest evidence so far of what the island’s future could hold. The designs, commissioned by the Governors Island Preservation and Education Corporation, should be regarded as preliminary sketches. After the winning design is selected next month, it will no doubt face significant revisions. Even so, the five proposals hold clues to what’s right and wrong about how public space is designed.
It might tell us that it was one of hundreds like it that used to lie quietly in the halls of Paimio sanatorium. Someone then thought tat orange and red go better with the hallmark L legs.
Once known as communes, until the word became overly associated with hippies and other cultural relics of the 1960s and ’70s, intentional communities have a long history in this country, going back to the Shakers and even, I suppose, the Pilgrims. I’d long wanted to visit one, to see how utopian ideals were surviving in the more cynical America of today, and so I logged on to www.ic.org and searched for intentional communities in Wisconsin and Iowa. At first, I found what I had expected: devout Christians, pagan farmers and a polyamorous “family” (my wife, Jean, vetoed that one). Almost all, however, wanted serious members, not casual visitors like me.
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