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For video of the Romain Interview, visit http://SlytechProtection.com/blog


Romain Straps it On

Romain de Marchi says: Stop letting the economic crisis paralyze you; don’t listen to the talking heads on TV news; don’t slow down. Your life and the lives of those around you depend on your passion and stoke.

YOU’VE NEVER HEARD ROMAIN DE MARCHI SAY ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE

MAUI, HAWAII – For a moment there I thought I was pondering the intricacies of the Universe, God, and life with Deepak Chopra – the esoteric Indian doctor, author, philosopher – not Romain de Marchi – ball-to-the-walls, huck-myself-down-any-freakin’-thing – snowboard legend.

Prejudiced with images of his suicidal rippings in epic Absinthe films, tabloid sensationalism knocking him as a party freak, and his tattoo covered body, I went into this, our first longer meeting, thinking it would turn out to be another “shoot the shi*t interview” with another fortunate, yet undeserving rider. I got adjusted, hard.

Romain on Travelling

RDM: When I travel I like discovering different philosophies and new cultures. I try to learn more and more the world. TV I don’t think is a good example to learn the world. To me it’s better to be on the terrain and figure out by yourself. That’s what I’m looking for when I go travel: meet new cultures and new people basically.

SWB: How does riding factor into your travels? Can you describe that stoke that you feel?

RDM: Well, I always… when I’m travelling, it’s not really the places you go to, but the experience you share with people. I like the fact that when I go to different resorts, I meet different people and they give me their stoke-ness of wanting to share with me their culture, their mountain and their way of seeing their mountain. That’s what I appreciate a lot when I get to see different places. So, that’s what really stokes me out.

Romain on Fatherhood

SWB: I saw your daughter Annella there. Tell me about her!

RDM: Well, she’s almost 2 years old and she’s growing up by the minute. She’s a fan of Dora as you can see on the T-Shirt and she loves her mama a lot. No, it’s fascinating, I mean, it’s ahhhh, it makes you more mature, makes you go forward in life, to be able to see your kids, the way they interpret life, to see their innocence and their soul. I think it gives you a lot of inspiration! They really inspire me.

SWB: so how did you start to feel in riding after you became a parent? Were there differences in your behavior after you became a parent?

RDM: Yeah, a lot of people said: now that you have a kid your ride should be different, you should be more cautious. Actually for me it went the other way around. I’m more crazy now than before. It really pushed me to go out there and do what I love. Now more than ever, I do it for more and more reason. First it was just for me when I was younger, but now it’s also for my daughter and my kids because I want them to feel my passion and translate that to them, so now I go out there and try to get as stoked as I can, so when I get home they can see how happy I am to do what I love to do and they can feel that. So for me it went the other way around.

SWB: interesting! So she made you live life even more to its fullest?

RDM: Even more.

Romain on the World Economic Recession

RDM: I’m not gonna say it doesn’t affect me. It affects everybody, but, I think that many people live in fear and they’re like “ohhh no, I can’t do this, I can’t do that.” People have been brainwashed with that and they’ve stopped living. I bet if each individual in the world like they did before the crisis, everything would be good, because money would still be spent, people would still be happy and do happy things and the world would still go around. Now everybody is watching TV saying “ohhh no, I can’t do this, because the TV said it’s fear, it’s economic, and it’s the world war, the terrorism and what not…” I think that’s pretty sad that people have been brainwashed like that and have stopped living just because some dude said it on TV. Of course, the economy isn’t as good now, but I think we are as much responsible for it as the people who are leading our country. I think we should keep living and everything is going to be fine.

SWB: ohh man, that’s a great insight. People paralyze themselves by listening to these so-called experts on TV and…

RDM: yeah, it’s been like that for centuries, you know like, create fear so that we can control people. I try to have my own opinion. I know times are hard, but it’s hard for everybody, but you keep living and if you can’t pay the mortgage one day and what not, then well, sell the house and do something else. The world is not going to end just like that. We have many options in life, so it’s not worth worrying about a mortgage or things like that.

Romain on Back Protection and Why Everyone Should Wear One

RDM: For sure it gives you extra confidence. If I hit a rock at least I have the Slytech 2nd Skin to protect my spine.

But I also try not to rely on it too much, because then you forget how your muscles work in your body; they are the first armor, right?

The Slytech 2nd Skin is more prevention. It’s not because I have a back protector that I’m going to launch a bigger thing. Whether I ride the resort or I jump, I always wear it in case something happens. It’s a precaution. It’s not like, “ohhh yeah, I’m just going riding the resorts, so I’m not going to put it on.” No, I put it on anyway.

Whether big jump or not, you know, now that I’m getting older, I got a family, so I kinda need to have that extra protection for me. But I’m not forgetting as well that my body is my first armor. For my state of mind it’s more uhhh… like in a car, you can have one airbag or you can have 5 airbags. Same thing with second skin: I’d rather have more airbags than just 1.

SWB: There are all kind of back protectors out there. What was it about Slytech 2nd Skin to make you choose to use it?

RDM: It’s easy to put on. It’s really comfortable to wear it. The good thing is, the foam they use, it’s really molding your back, so you really don’t feel it. I’ve tried other ones and they’re really uncomfortable. They’ve been using that for dirt biking at first. I feel pretty confident: dirt bikers get more beat up than snowboarders. When they fall, they hit the hard ground! Snow is soft. It makes you feel even better that it’s tested by dirt bike people.

SWB: How were you introduced to the Slytech people?

RDM: What went down is… basically, I got hooked up with Shred and they said, “hey, you want to try the Slytech 2ndSkin?” and I’m like “YEAH SURE!” They sent me some and I went riding and I didn’t feel it. I went riding all day and I didn’t feel it at all, “OK, wow! This is a freakin great product!” You have it on and it’s extra precaution for you and it doesn’t even bother you; it doesn’t even make you uncomfortable when you ride so I was like “yeah right on! This is a great product, so let’s do something with it!”

SWB: Would you recommend a back protector for non-professional athletes?

RDM: Yeah, I would recommend all the protection they can get. Most of the time, beginners just sit on a hump on the slope and if a skier or snowboarder just comes up from behind and BOOM, it could paralyze them. But if you have a back protector, it might save you from that. Helmet, back protectors are key.

As I left that interview, I never thought that I – as a philosophy guy living in Hawaii with all the inspiration I need around me – would have walked away with so much newfound inspiration to go for whatever I could possibly conceive of.

I want to publicly thank Romain de Marchi for sharing the inspiring stoke he collects through his experiences as a shredder, a father, a world traveler and as a free spirit (the snowboarding world’s own mini Deepak). Thanks also for believing in and endorsing the Slytech Back Protector. It took many years to develop and test, and now that it’s available to the general public we hope it will be as universally loved.

About Slytech Protection
The team and riders at Slytech Protection feel that life is best lived with maximum passion, confidence, comfort and protection (comfortable protection). We’re based around a rider's love for shredding and being free, to keep pushing the limits and to give yourself the chance to get up and ride again. Being sidelined with a bad spinal injury is the last thing we want, and so comfortable back protection is the first thing we grab.

Go to http://slytechprotection.com and signup for more inspiring rider tales from Romain and the rest of the shredders.

 

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Published On: 9/4/2009
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   Okay it's been officially one month since the suregery.
I thought I'd write more often. But this is where I am at this point.
There is much less peripheral pain these days, and I can sleep peacefully at night although putting the arm outside the bed sometimes makes the arm a little sore.
 
I can type pretty proficiently right now. I used a sponge for exercises. Now I am using two of them and a pack of mung beans. My ability to pronate/supinate without pain is getting there but not quite there(I can't put on contacts or open a door until that is normal again).
 
 The biggest problem at this point is I can't write yet mainly because the first four fingers have been significantly impacted and still pretty stiff. I would like to start physical therapy, but that will be in two weeks. I will not be going snowboarding again this season because the thought of another two months of this would not be worth it. I had a pretty bad break mainly because my hand fingers are so stiff I can't perform basic tasks essential to work: shaking hands, writing diagrams, opening doors.
 
In any case, I am progressing slowly but surely. Next step is the campbells soup can gripping and typing like with elbow down not elevated. Some exercises I have also started are: flexing extending each fingers and in between the finger webs.
 
I get to see the doctor in two weeks when the bones are fully healed and start pt. Cheers in the meantime.


Published On: 2/21/2009
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Hi all
  I busted my right distal radius into multiple pieces(comminuted)about two wks ago which led to other issues: stiff and unusable primary hand. I wasnt able to find any blogs out there that went thru the day to day recovery so i hope i can be there for anyone in the future who might want more info. Its hard to type so thats probably why there are few blogs chronicling this.
 
How it happened: Some might feel indestructible blasting down or jumping up as fast without a worry in the world and have a glory accident story. But my story is very pedestrian. I basically modified the way i fell due to a series of crashes(high speed near bottom of the mountain on the rear right deltoid). So the day of the injury my shoulder was so sprained i couldnt raise it above my head.. But I still went boarding the next day (mlk wknd at squaw valley) and it was my toe edge on ice near kt22 lift traversing to red dog in the afternoon that did me in.

    After the incident I knew right away something was wrong since the wrist was deformed,swelling,  and my fingers I couldnt move them. After the doctor onsite 'reduced' it(pulled it back into place) I felt better although far from normal.
    Fast forward to vicodin/naprosyn and a surgery to correct everything. By wednesday after I was in surgery in which the surgeon put a titanium plate and screws. Post surgery, I did not feel like myself at all(low energy sleeping too much eating simple and not desiring meat/wine, X games were inspiring tho). It has now been 10 days since surgery. It is a real bitch to sleep at night since the pain is throbbing and unending. I went off the meds though since it was making me wake up super late and groggy although I was beginning to get addicted to the vicodin.
      I guess my right hand still works a little bit as I can grip some items but it feels robotic slow and stiff. Pressing buttons is even a strange experience. I started typing but it is still very foreign. Doc says I will start pt after the splint comes off 6wks post surgery.. And advises me to move as much as possible.. I dont know but Im more focused on writing/using my hands than getting back on the slopes. I do still have a season pass tho that I need to utilize.   
      I am really hoping that the pain will go away so I can sleep at night, and that I can type more proficiently. After I would like to write. No idea how many days that will take though.. I wonder if I will be able to brush my teeth before beingable to write normally again. Cheers.



Published On: 2/2/2009
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So, I have had this miserable cold for three weeks.  I feel better for a few days and then BAM I am flat on my back snuggling with a box of Kleenex again.

I was supposed to go to the movies on Saturday evening with this guy, we have been out as "friends" a couple of times and I am not sure if I even like him as a friend (real arrogant, u know?).  So, I relapsed on Friday and called him to let him know that I was in no condition to go anywhere - spare the rest of humanity my virulent cooties, eh?

He gets all worked up about it, "have you tried anything?" I respond, "What do you mean tried anything?"

Irate answer, "Like tea, aromatherapy, orange juice, blah blah blah."

Now, I am a little annoyed at this point b/c I am sick and have been on and off for three weeks, OF COUSE I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING SHORT OF GOING TO THE DOCTOR WHERE THEY WILL TELL ME THAT IT JUST HAS TO RUN ITS COURSE AND I WILL BE 30.00 DOLLARS THE POORER!

My socially correct response was, " I have tried everything that I can think of, sometimes it just takes some time to get completely well.  I apologize for the inconvenience and hopefully we can meet again sometime soon."

His answer, "Yeah, Sure, I will call you." in a surly tone of voice.

Now, here is what I am thinking, what gal in her right mind would want to be with this insensitive douche bag.  Is it too much to say, "I am disappointed that you aren't feeling well, get better and we will do something when you are feeling better."??????

Soo, I have had a blissfully alone weekend and am feeling well enough to go for a hike today :-)  I hope everyone else stays well and enjoys their weekend!


Published On: 11/9/2008
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’ve never been exposed to military life, and I’ve certainly never been in a combat zone - until last week.



I spent a good part of my summer vacation in Afghanistan. Danny Kass, Grete Elliassen, and I spent 10 days in the Middle East, visiting our troops on an "X Games themed meet and greet." Our mission was simple: boost moral. If you’ve ever hung out with Danny, Grete, or I you’d know not only did we accomplish our mission, we went above and beyond the call of duty. It was a small sacrifice compared to what the servicemen and women of the Armed Forces are doing for our great nation.

I went over to Afghanistan with an open mind, to see first hand what was going on and how the troops were doing. I came back humbled and with a true understanding of sacrifice. I mean, I know how trying “the road” can be, but giving yourself for 15 months of your life, away from family and friends, is one hell of a sacrifice and a test of a true patriot in my book.

Our Middle East tour started in Qatar, a small but very wealthy country on the Persian Gulf just off of Saudi Arabia.

Qatar is the hottest place I’ve ever been to - including the sauna at your local health club. The temperatures ranged from 120 degrees during the mid-day heat, and would drop to around 90 degrees at night. Needless to say, we spent the majority of our time in doors soaking up every ounce of air conditioning we could before bolting to an air-conditioned car, and off to the next air-conditioned building.

Other than the heat being almost unbearable, the troops were amazing. The base in Qatar isn’t only a fully-functioning military base, it’s also a rest and relaxation base for solders to get out of the combat zones in Iraq or Afghanistan for four days every six months. This was their R&R time. The feeling in Qatar was pretty light hearted. The solders were allowed three beers a day, which loosened them up enough for Danny to olli four of them laying down - including Col. Cotter on his skateboard.



From Qatar we boarded a C130 military plane flight into Afghanistan. Once we arrived in Afghani air space the plane blacked out completely into the night sky. A young soldier with a thick Kentucky accent leaned over and said, “We're going to drop in fast, they have a tendency to try and shoot these things down.” That’s when the realization that I was in a war zone fully hit me.

He was right, too, the C130 plane dropped like a rock out of the night sky from about 20-30 thousand feet up to the runway below. A “combat landing” is one of the coolest things I’ve ever experienced. My face was glued to the window praying I didn’t see a rocked fire out of one of the many clusters of lights seen below. Thankfully nothing “exciting” as another soldier put it happened.



Once we were “safely” in Afghanistan, Grete fell ill with salmonella poisoning. She was hospitalized and our tour was put into a holding pattern. Not only would Danny and I visit Grete in the Afghanistan Hospitals but we ventured around a met most of the Doctors, Nurses, Staff, and of course the injured and sick. Carmen our guide practically lived at the bedside of Grete, what a guide! My experiences of Hospitals are that they always have an eerie feeling to them, and this one was no exception. My heart sank as we toured room after room. Everyone had a different story to tell why they were there. A group of local Men were all smiles getting routine check ups, so they were able to get a job on base. Then there was an American Soldier awaiting hand surgery after his armored vehicle was rolled during a roadside attack. The most disturbing was by far the small children. One little girl lost her leg from an old Russian land mind, and in the very next room a little boy laid out dressed in bandages healing burns from an explosion. Experiences like these are reinsuring my thoughts and wishes to have peace on earth.



Danny and I carried on and entertained ourselves by exploring the rest of the base. While checking out the base we met a group of armored truck guys who called themselves “The Reapers”. These guys were cool as hell and had story after story to tell Danny and I about their life in the military and their tour in Afghanistan.
While hanging with The Reapers I felt safe - these guys were the bad asses on the front lines. They gave Danny and I a full tour of their armored vehicle, including sitting in the gunner’s chair. Spinning around in that chair armed with a 50 cal and a grenade launcher was quite a feeling.

Grete wasn’t getting any better after a couple of days so Danny and I left her and our tour guide Carmen behind as we ventured to a FOB (Forward Operating Base) named Solerno - better know as Rocket City.

While in Rocket City, the Air Calvary gave us a tour of the Heli pad holding Blackhawks, Apaches, and a smaller surveillance chopper. We took shooting lessons from a sniper and visited an artillery group of guys who are responsible for shooting back at the Taliban after Rocket City is attacked by, well, rockets. Danny and I were reminded that we were at a FOB nicknamed Rocket City at about 2 am by our guide McKnight. I was abruptly awoken my McKnight’s deep voice saying, “come on, get your sh*# on, get your sh*# on, we got to get to the hard building.” I looked over at Danny while he was throwing his bulletproof vest and helmet on and started to do the same.



We all grabbed our blanket and pillow and ran across the street to the hard building, aka a bunker. It was thought that we may be getting attacked by rockets that night so we all spent the night tossing and turning on the concrete floor wearing bullet proof vests and Kevlar helmets. Let me tell you that was one hell of a night. Let’s just say I wasn’t missing my flight out of Rocket City.



After our Rocket City adventures Danny, aka Afghan Dan, and I met back up with Grete and Carmen, did one last signing in Afghanistan and started our trip back home.



Although our trip was short and sweet, I think I got a pretty basic taste of military life in a war torn country. The highs of hanging out with the gung-ho soldiers and their weapons, to the lows of visiting a four year old girl who lost a leg from a land mine are just two extreme emotions I felt in just one week.

Again my hat goes off to the servicemen and women who sacrifice so much to protect this great country we all love.

www.porterstahoe.com


Published On: 7/23/2008
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  As I write, I feel sick. I probably am sick. I'm not sure, however, because I am not a doctor and only doctor's actually know who's sick or not. I know this because a doctor told me.
  Being sick isn't fun. I'm spending my time watching movies, reading books, and surfing the internet. It's not fun at all. It's horribly unfun. I watched the Simpsons Movie TWICE, I repeat, Twice, in a day! Talk about rough!
  Using a sophisticated diagnosis diagram and visual helper, I will show you which stage of sickness I am in.
 
 
I am not this sick. I am not yet green, and my nose has not swolen to that size (not yet, anyway)
 
 
Now, I feel more like this. However, I am not an Anime character, and life is not in black and white. I do draw, however.
 
 
 
 
I also feel a little like this, except I am a guy and never married a dead rock singer. Plus, I would never play in a band called Hole.
 
 
Totally absurd and off the subject! I don't wear a watch.
 
 
So, that about sums up me being sick. I gotta go lie down.

Cheers!


Published On: 12/29/2007
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 Here you got me writting these few lines well not only have i lost my love! but i just found out i go CANCER! it's the most horrible thing in this world! i don't know how i got it but the doctor's said it's gunna be a while till i feel better that exsplains the whole me not feeling good and me alway's feeling week! wene i found out i got cancer it made me feel like there was gunna be a bad ending in my life! well now that i know and i know what to exspect iam not gunna take life for granted no more i have alway's thought of my life just being about partying and having fun but now i know it's more then that! my good friend Sylvia said that i should live my life while i still have it hopefully they have a cure for it but who know's all i know is that iam still here so i shouldnt dwell on it and just look at life at a diffrent perspective...  I just wanna let every one that i hurt iam sorry and that one day i hope they forgive me! exspecally my best friend in the whole world alejandro diaz if it wasn't for him i think i would be dead bye now i tryed to hurt my self today but then i was like wtf am i doing wene i see other people suffering and trying to survive... see now that's taking life for granted!!! but now iam gunna be stronger and hopefully the lord will be with me and help me out trough this!!! but i love you alex and one day i hope you relize that!! well just pray for me lol well yeah me and my CanCer ass is gunna go too bed i love you all!!!!

Published On: 6/22/2007
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This update is a bit late...
 
My rib finally healed, however it sticks out a bit.  Not enough that it looks bad, but just engough that i can show people the difference.  The big problem now is my knee.  It still hasn't properly healed.  I probably should have gotten a doctor to look at it a few months ago.  Since one side of my knee is so weak, the cartilage between the bones can slide out of place if i make a wrong movement.  I know that if i see a doctor, i'll be sent for surgery, so i'm avoiding going.  I can't have that at the start of wakeboard season.  I've also go a week of work at the start of july that i don't want to spend recovering.  I'd rather deal with the pain for a while.


Published On: 6/20/2007
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Month One

MOMMY
I am only 4 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.



Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.




Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.




Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.




Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?




Month Six


I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!



Month Seven


Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?



Every Abortion Is Just . . .



ONE MORE HEART THAT WAS STOPPED.
TWO MORE EYES THAT WILL NEVER SEE.
TWO MORE HANDS THAT WILL NEVER TOUCH.
TWO MORE LEGS THAT WILL NEVER RUN.
ONE MORE MOUTH THAT WILL NEVER SPEAK.



Published On: 6/12/2007
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Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,
  
  He told his friends that it was cool,
  
  And when he pulled the trigger back,
  
  It shot with a great crack.
  
  Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,
  

  I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

  
  But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
  
  I never said good-bye,
  

  I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

  
  When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
  

  And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

  

  Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

  

  And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a
crush.
  

  And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

  

  And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her
now,
  

  And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;

  

  Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.

  

  Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

  

  And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.

  

  Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,

  

  Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.

  

  And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,

  
  I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
  

  Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,

  

  But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

  
  Mommy I ran as fast as I could,
  

  When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,

  

  I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were
new,
  

  I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.

  
  I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
  

  I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.

  

  But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

  

  Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.

  

  I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,

  

  And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."

  

  ****In Memory of The Virginia Tech. Students Who Were Lost****

  
 



Published On: 6/4/2007
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My Journal: news about my knee
By: brabbl


alright, i hurt my knee may 1, so its already one month ago. now my doctor decided to make an arthroscopy. so this will happen on june 12. it will be my first operation in live so im a bit nervous already. so hopefully after that i will be able to use my knee/leg in a normal way again!

Published On: 6/2/2007
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Last hoorah at Bachelor last weekend. Season is officially over for me. I could hike to some snow and do some summer ridin', but my arm keeps falling off, and I need a doctor to fix it. So, I'll be takin' the summer off from all physical activities and gettin' ready for next season.


Published On: 5/21/2007
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Well Helloooooo everyone!
I am currently in New zealand....
Its pretty nice to be home again, and just e\went to the doctor this morning to get an x ray, but i dont find out any info about my knee until tomrrow!!! im getting reeeealy nervous ay about teh whol situation, but hopfully it all works out and i get some good news eh!!!
well i just thought id let you all know i got hom safely and teh flight was super sweet, got handy capped assistance the whole way, flew through customs and got wheelchaired right to the plane, muahahahha
then i got back to new zealand and remember just being like "dont need these crutches anymore" and walked out of the airport where i was safe to put the crutches away, haha
i should be on them but i can alk around ok,. good to get used to them though.
well anyway i should get back to work.
I working up in auckland until i get back down home to see the fam which hopfully will be soon
love amways
peaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!
maia maia


Published On: 5/13/2007
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i hurt my back march 28
since then i have had severe pain in my lower back. do to the lack of people taking calls  for appointments i waited until today... to final drive my happy ass to the doctor... when i get there i tell him what is up with my back... from there he gives me some back medicine, and another appointment with a back doctor(i am going to save you all from my horrible spelling). anyway i go to this back specialist. and he man handles my back. tells me that my back has been in a constant spasm for the past two months and has done some damage....hence the crappy bunny hops and bike riding. so he take me to this machine thats send an electrical current through my back muscles to "LOOSEN" then up. wierd. so i get this shock treatment for 15mins.... good times.
now i am watching a butt load of movies YAY BLOCKBUSTER!
so if you want to head over
it would be nice
i can barely move.
love walker


Published On: 5/7/2007
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how im afriad to lose u, If you dont send this to everyone on ur list, u will lose the person you love. sorry i dont wana lose the person i love...........................................................................................
........if i dont get this back i guess your not my friend. if u have a lot of love 4 someone... copy and send this 2 ur whole buddy list..in 5 min. ur true love will call or im YOU
 
Love you!!
 
 
 
How a 7 year old exlpains sex.
 
 
 
Little Johnny was 7 years old and like

other boys

his age rather

curious.



He had been hearing quite a bit

about 'making out'

from the older boys, and he wondered

what it was

and how it was done.



One day he took his question to his

mother, who

became rather flustered. Instead of

explaining

things to Johnny, she told him to hide

behind the

curtains one night and watch his older

sister and

her boyfriend.



This he did. The following morning,

Johnny

described EVERYTHING to his mother.



"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for

a while,

then he turned off most of the lights.

Then he

started kissing and hugging her. I

figured 'Sis must

be getting sick, because her face started

looking

funny.



He must have thought so too, because he

put his

hand inside her blouse to feel her heart,

just the

way the doctor would. Except he's not as

smart as

the doctor because he seemed to have

trouble

finding her heart. I guess he was getting

sick too,

because pretty soon both of them started

panting

and getting all out of breath.



His other hand must have been cold

because he

put it under her skirt.



About this time 'Sis got worse and began

to moan

and sigh and squirm around and slide

down

toward

the end of the couch. This was when her

fever

started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis

told him

she felt really hot.



Finally, I found out what was making

them so

sick......-a big eel ;had gotten inside his

pants

somehow. It just jumped out of his pants

and

stood there, about 10 inches long,

honest, anyway

he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from

getting

away.



When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her

eyes

got big, and her mouth fell open, and

she started

calling out to God and stuff like that. She

said it

was the biggest one she's ever seen; I

should tell

her about the ones down at the lake by

our house!



Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the

eel by

biting its head off.The eel spit on her face

a little bit and then, All of a sudden she

grabbed it

with both hands and held it tight while he

took a

muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it

over the

eel's head to keep it from biting again.



Sis lay back and spread her legs so she

could get

a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying

on top

of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a

fight.



Sis started groaning and squealing and

her

boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess

they

wanted to kill the eel by squashing it

between

them.



After a while they both quit moving and

gave a

great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure

enough,

they killed the eel. I knew because it just

hung

there, limp, and some of its insides were

hanging

out.



Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired

from the

battle, but they went back to courting

anyway. He

started hugging and kissing her again. By

golly,

the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up

and

started to fight again.



I guess eels are like cats- they have nine

lives or

something. This time, Sis jumped up and

tried to

kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35

minute

struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew

it was

dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel

its skin

off and flush it down the toilet.



Now that you've read it, post it and have

goodluck

in "gettin' sum" forever...Ignore it, and U

will

have a

bad sex life!!! SO PASS THIS ON!!! WITH tHE TITLE

HOW A 7 YEAR OLD EXPLAINS SEX
 
 
 
 
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W•H•I•T•E•
i really don't care

B•L•A•C•K•
Your single but u like some one a lil bit!

M•A•G•E•N•T•A•
Heartbroken

P•I•N•K•
taken and couldn't be happier

P•U•R•P•L•E
Wish you could go back in time...

B•L•U•E•
Taken & Loving it and love that person alot

O•R•A•N•G•E•
Like someone but they don't like u back

Y•E•L•L•O•W•
Single, not hating it, not loving it, just waiting for someone...

G•R•E•E•N•
Like someone that says they like you back, but not going out

R•E•D
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T•U•R•Q•U•O•I•S•E
I'M A Ninja turtle that fights crime
 
 
 
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hey people i am trying to hook up my friend she is really pretty and needs a guy!!!!!!


Published On: 4/29/2007
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  I know no one knows but on April third I went in to the hospital with a brush with death.  I had been in my moldy home for to long and I began to sufficate.  When I went into the hospital the had to sidate me to put a tube down my throut.  From what Travis tells me (cuz i was out like a light) I fought five doctors and him to the point that they had to strap me down and give me a drug that paralizes your body.  After that the mucuse in my lungs had gotten so bad that I could no longer breath on my own.  I was put on life support for 24hrs.  I woke up the next day after they took me off the ventalator.  Then they gave me a commen ashmea med.  albuteral and it triggered a dorment heart condition.  I had four attacks in the hospital were my heart beat had reatched 275 beats per min.  They said I was doing better so they sent me home.  I was in a hotel room for maybe six hours when I was eating chocolate and I had the worst attack of them all.  Travis couldn't even count the beats.  When the ambulence reached the hospital and they hooked me up I had the highest anyone around had seen.  I had reached 310 beats per min.  and I was risking my heart stopping.  They gave me  three doses of meds.  that had slowed my heart before in the hospital.  Nothing was working and even the ER doc.  looked concerned.  They only had one other option.  The sidated me again and had to hook electrical panels to my chest and shock me.  It only took once but it slowed my heart down.  Travis said even though I was out of it when the shock came I stud strait up whith eyes wide open.  After a day of recovery and one last attack on my heart they told me that I had to have heart surgery.  That every attack was hurting my baby and in turn I would kill my child in time.  So they sent me to Grand Junction and I had to be awake through my surgery.  They suck these tubes through my main arteries in my leg and one in my arm.  Then they ran these rodes up the tubes.  It felt like worms crawling through me.  They triggered a heart attack and realized my problem.  When my mother carried my brother she had done speed and then with me acid.  It made it were I was born with a defect in my heart.  I was born with two pace makers and the athsmea meds. had triggered a endless circute through my heart.  They then froze out the extra pace maker and the surgery took 1hr. 1/2.  Now I am much better but I almost lost my life twice.  I was so scared that at 19 carring my child I would lose my life.  I am still not out of the frying pan yet because they are not sure if that was the whole problem.  So pray for me and my baby(which I found out is a boy) and keep us in your thoughts.


Published On: 4/26/2007
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My Blog: My politics
By: Nobax


Brief history of the SP

Having started as a leftist fledgling in 1972, the SP has, at the beginning of the 21st century, become a factor in Dutch politics and society that is impossible to ignore. We will briefly sketch this eventful history.

Workers march for better wages, 1973How it started

The foundation of the SP on Sunday 22 October 1972 wasn’t really that special. After all, these were the times when many political parties were formed, transformed and deformed. Especially on the left wing of the political spectrum it was a busy time. Inspired by the Beatles, the Stones, Bob Dylan and flower power mainly young people in Western Europe and North America had attacked the sacred cows of the post war era. “Social change” was high on the agenda of everyone on the left. Those were the days of big ideals. The Netherlands must be turned upside down, capitalism must disappear, and socialism would soon reign on earth, starting in the Netherlands. In 1972 that didn’t sound exaggerated. Society seemed adrift.

From socialism to a 'social ism'

In its first years, the SP was called a “Maoist” party. That is to say that beside the traditional Marxist criticism of capitalism it was the political views of the Chinese rebel leader and statesman that served as a guideline. Wasn't it the great Mao Tsetung who had made sure that one-fourth of the world population was no longer hungry and suppressed by bosses – while elsewhere suppression and exploitation were of the order of the day? Fine lines about nice ideals, but for the SP members it was only hearsay. The more they learned about China, the more reality appeared to differ from illusion. The “Chinese love affair” came to an end. The young SP distanced itself from teachers from faraway lands and became a party that was focused on the Netherlands. A very practical SOCIAL ism took the place of theoretical socialism. Everywhere in the country the SP lent a helping hand to residents, tenants, consumers, employees. They even ran their own medical centres, employing their own doctors, and demonstrating in a very practical way how they wanted to shape the public health sector. Thus the SP became a special party: strong and successful at the base, but without a national presence or views on national issues. The need for that was lacking. Everything took place locally. The SP may have been registered as a national political party, but in practice it operated as a “federation of local branches”.

Fifteen years later

Fifteen years after the foundation of the SP the political landscape looked completely different.
In 1977 the experimental government of left PvdA (Labour Party) leader Joop den Uyl which had come to power in 1973 had to go. The popularity of radical left wing parties was waning. Most had gone or lingered on in a weakened condition. The Communist CPN disappeared from Parliament, and the Pacifist PSP was no longer attractive. A few years later they, together with the PPR, merged into GroenLinks (Green Left). But the SP is quite a different story. Its goal was to “go to the people”. The members, initially many of them from universities and polytechnics, worked in the neighbourhoods and factories, increasing the number of members. In municipal elections those who had got to know them showed their appreciation. In 1986 the SP had some 40 council members. But in national elections other things count for voters, and the party's attempts to get into Parliament repeatedly failed.

Windows open

In 1987 the national party congress concluded that it was high time to modernize its “socialist” message: people should feel that SP was an attractive organisation in which they could recognize themselves. After some difficulties the “federation of branches” was transformed into a national party which began to develop its own views on important issues, and which was doing its best to achieve a national image. The 1991 Congress opened up the party to everyone who could subscribe to its basic principles. The old deadwood, impeding the party's development, was cast off. “Marxism-Leninism” was officially abandoned. From now on, the predicate “socialist” would suffice as the party's political compass.

A “minimum programme for a socialist Netherlands” was drafted. It was called Manifesto 2000, with “a society for people” as the subtitle. In the short term, the party congress made a breakthrough to Parliament its strategic priority.

Tomatoes and Oppositional Voices

In 1993, in order to achieve the parliamentary breakthrough, the party leadership made its most daring decision ever. Instead of telling the electorate to vote SP for a better society – worthy ideals for a distant future – the party chose a more rational and better thought out position: that of radical and effective opposition. “Vote against, vote SP” became the provocative slogan. The message being: if you don't agree with current politics, vote for us. Then we can voice your dissent in Parliament. You don't need a majority for that, even one person would do. The new strategy is symbolized by a tomato. Full of healthy vitamins, but also a feared weapon against bad political theatre.

The new approach finally caught on. Twenty years after its foundation the SP was seen by others as something new. After the municipal elections of March 1994 the party grew from 70 to 126 councillors. And on 3 May 1994 the SP won its first two seats in the Lower House, Parliament's main legislative chamber. This parliamentary breakthrough was the start of a period of spectacular growth for the party as a whole. In the first place the number of members, which for some time had been around 15,000, expanded tumultuously. Within four years it had increased to over 25,000, making the party the fourth biggest in members. This growth came from various sides. The SP “new style” became attractive for former voters and members of PvdA and GroenLinks, who found their parties surrendering to the advance of neo-liberal politics and who would rather hear the “red answer to (the) Purple (Government)” – as the coalition of right-wing liberal VVD, centrist D66 and Labour was known. 1995 brought the first seat in the Senate, after successful provincial elections, members of the Upper House or Senate being elected by provincial councillors. Outside parliament people made headway as well. Key issues, like the fight against the growing social divide, were tackled in original ways. The 1998 elections yielded five parliamentary seats and thanks to successful provincial elections (19 seats) the party won two seats in the Senate. The party appointed 'wethouders' – local councillors occupying positions analogous to ministers in a national government – in a number of towns in the southern province of Brabant. In June 1999 came the first seat in the European Parliament. The SP was now represented on all parliamentary levels.

The fees that SP representatives receive are handed over to the party (under the agreement that noone should profit from such a position), so the increase in MPs and other elected representatives also led to a substantial expansion of the party's financial resources. This money was partly used to develop a professional organisation that supported the work of the party and its MPs, as well as numerous campaigns and activities.

There was also an increase in quality, especially in the way the MPs operated. In a short time the previously unknown party leader Jan Marijnissen became one of the country's most renowned politicians. At the end of 1996 he gave a “Red answer to Purple” in "Tegenstemmen" (Oppositional Voices, available in English under the title Enough!), articulating the SP's modern vision of politics and society. "Tegenstemmen" was a clear criticism of the advance of neoliberalism, the erosion of the social democratic PvdA (since 1994 governing the country together with liberal VVD and D66 in the ‘purple’ coalition) and the implications for society of “every man for himself”. But it was also a book without dogmas, another development in the SP philosophy.

SP 2000 and after

Sometimes new ideas are spread faster horizontally than vertically. This shows when the spectacular increase is accompanied by growing pains. More than once, new SP-councillors didn’t appear to fit in with the traditional frameworks, or hadn’t settled in yet; some resigned after a short career. Clashes occurred between old staff and new members and the media didn’t fail to notice this. Quantitative growth threatened to result in loss of quality. With two congresses in the final year of the 20th century the party put its ideological and organizational affairs in order. Now that the national breakthrough had taken place the party congress of 1999 decided to prioritize what the SP had always done best: working at a local level. At the congress of 18 December the party laid down a new manifesto, The Whole of Humanity, in which the basic idea of society was formulated and the party's alternatives were outlined.

The general elections of 2002 turned out into a real voters rebellion against the governing ‘purple’ coalition of social democrats and liberals. The coalition parties were halved, to the benefit of the spectacular new populist party of Pim Fortuyn (murdered ten days before the elections), the oppositional Christian democrats – and the Socialist Party. The results proved that the SP had become a factor in Dutch politics and society. Nearly 600,000 voted for the SP (whose slogan had now changed to “Vote for, vote SP”), thus giving it an additional four seats. And at the same time the party passed the mark of 30,000 members. Just a few months later the new right wing coalition of CDA, VVD and Fortuynists had already collapsed, and new elections took place. The SP succeeded in increasing once more its number of votes but this did not result in more seats, despite the party having received a more sympathetic response than ever during the election campaign. Unfortunately, many citizens were influenced by the neck-and-neck race between social democrats and Christian democrats and in spite of their sympathy for the SP gave their vote to the PvdA. The SP did nevertheless become the fourth party in Parliament and one of the major opponents of the right wing government of CDA, VVD and D66. The provincial elections of 2003 resulted in seats in eleven out of twelve provinces, doubling the two seats in the Upper House.

The 12th party congress laid down new tasks for the future, with enhanced activities at all levels as a recurring theme.

In 2004 two seats were won in the European Parliament, and the SP also won its first representative in the parliamentary assembly of the Council of Europe. Together with the trade unions and other left parties the SP organised the biggest demonstration ever in the Netherlands, against the government’s social policy. In 2005 the party played a very important role in the campaign against the neoliberal European Constitution. Nearly two thirds of the Dutch voters reacted positively and said ‘NO’ – despite the fact that all major parties were in favour of the proposed constitution. Thanks to successful local elections, the SP doubled its seats in local councils in 2006. National elections in November 2006 resulted in massive gains for the SP. The party almost tripled its number of seats in the Lower House, Parliament’s main legislative chamber, to twenty-five and is now the third party of the Netherlands, both in seats and membership. Total membership rose to over 50,000 just as elections were taking place.



Published On: 4/7/2007
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i just went to the doctor
and they told me that i have a cutt on the inside of my eyelid, as they proceded to put red die in my eye to highlight any other problems.
all i could think was:
i hope  i can still rollerblade.


Published On: 3/21/2007
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OKEMO, VT-- So we're on the lift.  As we disembark, Sara suddenly falls over and her board goes right into my shin.  I keel over in a combination of pain and vexation.  After a minute or two, I recover and realize that her board had torn my pants.  As I examined the tear I thought to myself "what's this red stuff on my fingers?”  Great, her board must have cut me....  I signaled to the crew that I'm heading back to the lodge for a band aid and proceeded to ride down the mountain.  After five minutes of wandering around the lodge, I arrived at the infirmary and politely asked for a band aid.  After a couple of minutes the nurse brought one over.  When I dropped my pants, to both of our surprise, my little cut wasn't a cut at all.  The board had actually carved my leg like a Christmas ham.  They quickly cut me out of my equipment and wrapped the wound to contain the bleeding.  My friends then carted me over to the Hospital were the doctor patched me up in rather quick but very effective fashion.  Now, everyone was concerned about a lot of things-- How bad the injury was. Was there any muscle damage…  Am I going to recover.....? I only had one question for the doc.  Can I get back on the hill say.... tomorrow?  She responded "If you hurry you can squeeze a few runs today."  I have 37 stitches and a prescription for extra strength pain meds.  In spite of being cleared by the doctor, my friends would not let me back on the hill.... and when I couldn't get my boot on it sealed the deal.  My weekend was over.... 
 
 
The Tally—
 
 
Belleayre, NY-- 14

Mountain Creek, NJ-- 2

Okemo
, VT--
 2
 
Total days--  18
 
 


Published On: 3/19/2007
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My Journal: just when..
By: noahwilcox


i had a really two sided day today. went riding in the morning as per usual, that was super fun as sliding snow usually is. I went to work at 2:30, and by 2:35 i was layed out on the ice rink with what at the time looked like a broken wrist. so i went and got a patroller and they told me to go to the hospital if i wanted the workers comp. being the greedy person i am, i took off went to the hospital where i proceded to wait to see a doctor for three hours. they took x-rays and did there whole doctor prognosis thing, only to tell me that they can't tell if it's broken and that i should come back in a week, by this time i'd been at the hospital for 5 hours. apon leaving the hospital, in a bad mood cuz it was such a waste of time, i arrive to my car just as it is being picked up by a tow truck. the guy was really chill and agreed to give me my car back if i gave him some weed, but it still felt like adding insult to injury at this point in time. On a completely diffrent note hagen-das mayan chocolate is the crack-cocaine of the ice cream world, and every one should go out and listen to the fratellis cuz there just awesome.

Published On: 3/2/2007
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