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Key secret to the Universe of bodysurfing or Boogyboarding?

Is there a secret to keeping water from rushing up your nose when you go under:nervous:

Yes...blow a gentle (or not so gentle, depending on the force of the water) stream of bubbles out of your nose while under...timing is crucial here so you don't run out of air.

Some of us just get used to a snootfull of salt water (and full sinuses)! :yes:

One of my Kapunas (older, wiser, much revered elders) in Hawaii said that it was very healing for the sinuses and good for building lung capacity!

I suggest you begin by trying it in a swimming pool or gentle river first!
 
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I lost the nose.:blush:

what a coincidence! My son did the same exact thing.

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lkwdblds

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My goal is to flow admiration to you in abundance!

Aw shucks you guys. I don't know what to say. I feel like I've been called up on Oscar night...and Lakey is handing out the annual 'beingness' awards. Oooh oooh. I know a Mark Twain quote for that. Let me go fetch.

THANKYOU
(people are going to expect me to live up to all that ya know. I'm a cooked goose.) Lakey, you are a connosseur of the arts and you lavish way too much on me. I like your music appreciation tutorial. Priveleged to be the subject of your keen eye... inspection lately. Now let me go hide under my blankey.

Hats, all I am doing is flowing a lot of admiration your way. I have been giving a lot of sessions lately, mainly to Edey, and I tried Roger's tip to flow admirations to one's entities. It works like a charm, I can feel rigid adversarial beings quickly feel much better when admiration is shined on them.

I am not comparing you to them but I do feel admiration for you and I have a lot of admiration to flow so I am flowing you a large amount. You deserve admiration and I've got it to give and I come up tone when I flow a lot of it to a fellow traveler through life. Its not just you, I've tried doing it to Pepin and Sharone as well but because you write and project yourself with an artist's carrier wave I have flowed you the most.

Perhaps that was Yvonne's secret to all her charisma back at the old CCLA. She had an enormous amount of admiration to flow and she exercised that ability of hers to flow it to everyone and her staff and public loved her for it. I really want to thank Roger for that technical tip which he recently gave me. Flowing a lot of admiration to someone who both deserves it and needs it really gives the one who does the flowing as much empowerment as it gives the recipient!. I am just seeing this now empirically by doing it myself.
Try it, you'll see, you shoot right up the tone scale as soon as you do it.
Lakey
 

Hatshepsut

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Yes...blow a gentle (or not so gentle, depending on the force of the water) stream of bubbles out of your nose while under...timing is crucial here so you don't run out of air.
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My nostrils are too open inside I think. It comes from living where the air is so hot that ya need to take in all the oxygen you can get out of each breath:confused2:
 
HOT Off the Presses!

Titanic sunk by steering mistake, author says


Reuters –
– Wed Sep 22, 11:50 am ET
LONDON (Reuters) – The Titanic hit an iceberg in 1912 because of a basic steering error, and only sank as fast as it did because an official persuaded the captain to continue sailing, an author said in an interview published on Wednesday.

Louise Patten, a writer and granddaughter of Titanic second officer Charles Lightoller, said the truth about what happened nearly 100 years ago had been hidden for fear of tarnishing the reputation of her grandfather, who later became a war hero.

Lightoller, the most senior officer to have survived the disaster, covered up the error in two inquiries on both sides of the Atlantic because he was worried it would bankrupt the ill-fated liner's owners and put his colleagues out of a job.

"They could easily have avoided the iceberg if it wasn't for the blunder," Patten told the Daily Telegraph.

"Instead of steering Titanic safely round to the left of the iceberg, once it had been spotted dead ahead, the steersman, Robert Hitchins, had panicked and turned it the wrong way."

Patten, who made the revelations to coincide with the publication of her new novel "Good as Gold" into which her account of events are woven, said that the conversion from sail ships to steam meant there were two different steering systems.

Crucially, one system meant turning the wheel one way and the other in completely the opposite direction.

Once the mistake had been made, Patten added, "they only had four minutes to change course and by the time (first officer William) Murdoch spotted Hitchins' mistake and then tried to rectify it, it was too late."

Patten's grandfather was not on watch at the time of the collision, but he was present at a final meeting of the ship's officers before the Titanic went down.
There he heard not only about the fatal mistake but also the fact that J. Bruce Ismay, chairman of Titanic's owner the White Star Line persuaded the captain to continue sailing, sinking the ship hours faster than would otherwise have happened.

"If Titanic had stood still, she would have survived at least until the rescue ship came and no one need have died," Patten said.

The RMS Titanic was the world's biggest passenger liner when it left Southampton, England, for New York on its maiden voyage on April 10, 1912. Four days into the trip, the ship hit an iceberg and sank, taking more than 1,500 passengers with it.


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Alan Walter recalled being on the Titanic, and losing his life. He claimed to be 42 year old John Jacob Astor who was travelling with his 18 year old second-wife Madelene.
 
Hahahahahah:D What's his secret to keeping water from going up inside his non nose.

Sweetness, I will be trying it in the bathtub first. You got me on way too high a gradient :thumbsup:

The waves crash over him. He just snorts it out. It used to worry me big time. That was when I got him a couple of life jackets. I feel better when he's out there wearing one.
 

Hatshepsut

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Perhaps that was Yvonne's secret to all her charisma back at the old CCLA. She had an enormous amount of admiration to flow and she exercised that ability of hers to flow it to everyone and her staff and public loved her for it. I really want to thank Roger for that technical tip which he recently gave me. Flowing a lot of admiration to someone who both deserves it and needs it really gives the one who does the flowing as much empowerment as it gives the recipient!. I am just seeing this now empirically by doing it myself.
Try it, you'll see, you shoot right up the tone scale as soon as you do it.
Lakey

OK :happydance: I do remember how Roger mentioned how he felt in Dexter Gefland's space. Dexter does 'wants' handlings and runs power. I know what you and Rog are saying about admiration. When the beings you are addressing feel completely safe and admired they can stop confronting with a valence and let go of the safe solution they are habitually mocking up. It is definitely an area I can work on some more.
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Klondike Gold Rush Poet Robert Service

The Shooting of Dan McGrew

by Robert W. Service
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.

When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.

There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head — and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.

His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands — my God! but that man could play.

Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars? —
Then you've a haunch what the music meant. . . hunger and night and the stars.

And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowned with a woman's love —
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true —
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge, — the lady that's known as Lou.)

Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through —
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere", said Dangerous Dan McGrew.

The music almost died away ... then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill ... then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell. . .and that one is Dan McGrew."

Then I ducked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark,
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.

These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two —
The woman that kissed him and — pinched his poke — was the lady that's known as Lou.
 
Izakaya: Japanese small plates pubs are suddenly hot

By Jackie Burrell
Bay Area News Group
Posted: 09/22/2010 12:00:00 AM PDT
Updated: 09/22/2010 06:18:43 AM PDT


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Sasa chef Philip Yang holds a plate of Seared Albacore Tuna at his restaurant... ( SHERRY LAVARS )

First came the tapas craze. Then Greek mezes. Now, the Bay Area's love affair with small plate cuisine has a Japanese twist. Suddenly, izakayas -- casual Japanese-style pubs -- are popping up all over.

Izakayas are cozy places to hang out with friends, sip a little sake, and share small plates of sashimi, grilled skewers, deep-fried morsels and hiyayakko, a chilled, silken tofu with toppings.

Recently, at least four new, high-profile izakayas have opened nearby in recent months, including Walnut Creek's Sasa, Berkeley's Ippuku, Mountain View's Bushido -- and Sozai in San Francisco.

Some of them arise unexpectedly. Former Chez Panisse creative director Sylvan Mishima Brackett has taken to creating pop-up, one-night-only izakayas . Last weekend, his Peko-Peko izakaya took over the kitchens at Bar Jules in San Francisco.

"The food is obviously great, but it's the whole experience of an izakaya," says Brackett. As you might expect, there's an izakaya in every neighborhood in Tokyo, their doors marked with red lanterns, and a chalkboard listing the evening's offerings. "People's houses (in Japan) are pretty small, so people tend to go out to these places together and eat and drink and talk. I love the feeling. It's lighthearted and fun and intimate, loud and rowdy and totally different from most of the kinds of Japanese places I've seen in America. The food is pretty heavily seasoned and amazingly delicious -- a folded omelet, which is a big izakaya thing, deep fried things, grilled chicken. I thought, 'My God, why isn't this a humongous thing in America?'"

Even raw fish-ophobes will be happy at an izakaya, where sashimi typically shares the menu with other marinated, grilled or pickled specialties. Certainly, the sheer number of izakayas suddenly blossoming on the food scene has not gone unnoticed.

Fans line up at Cupertino's 3-year-old Gochi Japanese Fusion Tapas for chef Masa Takei's take on casual, elegant small plates, including sashimi, tataki -- briefly seared, marinated and sliced albacore, mackerel or bonito -- and hiyayakko. And a bustling, capacity crowd descends on Oakland's Ozumo and San Jose's tiny Izakaya after work and on weekends.

Even in Japan, izakayas have changed dramatically over the last few decades. "When I moved to Japan as a teenager, izakayas were mom-and-pop kind of restaurants that seated six or 10 people," says Philip Yang, who opened Sasa this summer. "It was a neighborhood place -- and exactly the way my grandma cooked at home."

It was during a more recent visit to Japan -- after Yang had given up his career as a computer engineer, graduated from the Culinary Institute of America and opened his own sushi restaurant, Blue Gingko, in Lafayette -- that he discovered that izakaya had changed. They had become larger and more polished. The food, he says, was fresh, seasonal and elegant. And for the stressed-out Japanese, izakayas had become somewhere to "wind down a little bit," says Yang, "You have a couple of small drinks, small plates and move to the next izakaya. I want something like that!"

Yang spent two months educating his new restaurant staff. Izakaya is about a state of mind, he says, as much as it is about small plates. But those small plates have signature flavors -- fresh, simple, clean tastes. His favorite? Lightly seared ahi, sliced and served with a citrusy ponzu sauce and garnished with grape tomatoes, slivers of red onion and a drizzle of truffle oil.
Just, please, don't call them tapas, he says with a laugh.

"Why don't they call tapas a Spanish version of izakaya?"

DINE: New izakayas are popping up all the time. Here's just a sampling. In the South Bay, try Gochi Japanese Fusion Tapas in Cupertino (www.gochifusiontapas.com), Bushido in Mountain View (www.bushidoizakaya.com), Saizo in Sunnyvale, and Tanto in San Jose and Sunnyvale.

In the East Bay, try Sasa in Walnut Creek (http://sasawc.com), and Ippuku in Berkeley (http://ippukuberkeley.com). Get the scoop on Peko-Peko's next izakaya pop-up by following their Twitter feed @eatpekopeko.

COOK: Learn to cook Japanese tavern-style cuisine at an izakaya class at 5:30 p.m. Oct. 19 at Pans on Fire, 310-B Main St., Pleasanton; 925-600-7267; www.pansonfire.com.

READ: "Izakaya: The Japanese Pub Cookbook" by Mark Robinson (Kodansha, 160 pp,$25.)
 
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Now I gotta go raid the fridge

sounded like a good idea. I got a couple slices of a baguette and drizzled balsamic vinegar and olive oil on them, and ate some Early Girl tomatoes. they're my favorite. They are machine tomatoes (meaning they're picked by a machine and not by hand). They have a tough skin (so the machines don't break the skin) and are really tasty and full of flavor.
 

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Happy Birthday, Bruce Springsteen! (I know Hatsy, myself and others appreciate the good dude). Good day, people! :)

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I know, it's AC/DC, but it indicates. I am sure Bruce likes them too. So there. :rock: :party: :D
 

Ted

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OK :happydance: I do remember how Roger mentioned how he felt in Dexter Gefland's space. Dexter does 'wants' handlings and runs power. I know what you and Rog are saying about admiration. When the beings you are addressing feel completely safe and admired they can stop confronting with a valence and let go of the safe solution they are habitually mocking up. It is definitely an area I can work on some more.
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Ah, yes. Safe space is a primary requisite for good, effective auditing. This is why no auditing is occurring at CoS. The space is not safe and has not been safe for a long time. If the pc/client cannot say, "This is how I feel," without fear of repercussion, the session is in trouble.
 

Hatshepsut

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We have tomatos with tough skin growing in the yard . Lots of baby ones too. I think you must be on a diet . I grabbed a hunk of cheese and a twix. My blood sugar was dropping. I couldn't get back online when I came back to the desk. Can't wait for the new towers with 4G.
You are right Nancy looks kinda camp. But those were the days of Cher and That Girl...and added hair pieces and Cleopatra eyes. Remember Priscilla Presley.
 
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