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A German sexual health educator has developed a "spray-on condom" using liquid latex. That is right, a liquid condom.

According to this article (notice it is from Time Magazine!!) you just place your "unit" in a "hard plastic tube" which sprays the liquid latex to completely encase your "unit." You then wait two to three minutes while the latex dries.

I typed that correctly, two to three minutes. With liquid latex on your "unit." So what can you do during that two to three minutes? Probably not much unless you want latex all over your floor or significant other.

I can just see it, candles lit, rose petals on the bed, Kenny G on the radio and you standing there waiting for your condom to dry.

Yup, I see success for this item!

"dude, he leads 11 trad."

"unh uh"

"yeah"

"sick"

"i know.  right?  burly".

 this snippet of conversational gold was but an excerpt of a much longer dialogue between two chaps speaking loudly in the red river gorge. surprisingly they went on to discuss several other amazing things while they sussed out the beta for their "FA" of a climb put up in the mid 90's: having fun at Miguel's despite NOT being drunk, how strong they are going to be in the fall, and how easy the route they were flailing on would be if they were both fresh (a point they continued to hammer home).  

while listening to these brahs sort out the hectic mind-clutter of the average rockclimber, i considered my own crag talky talky.  surely, i thought, my cliffline discourse must be a few notches above a pair of climbers who don't even have their terminology right, right?  i mean, i know all the correct terms for domestic climbing adventures, AND i also got my game straight for going overseas to shout mindless motivational bits at people (a muerte, allez, etc..).  

but despite my uber-haut international vocab, when i stopped to tally my day of talking, i found that it wasn't terribly extraordinary.  so far that day i had talked about how my finger hurt, how bad that sucked, how nice it was outside, how bad easy slab climbs sucks, how i was going to crush X and Y routes, how i couldn't wait to go bouldering, etc..  omfg.  ordinary.    

later that day, i sat around at miguel's and listened to the steady hum of rockclimbing banter while i contemplated the lackluster content of the typical (mine included) crag-side conversation.  and that's when it hit me: rockclimbing is not rocket science.  while some moments spent climbing can be rather profound i think, the act itself doesn't translate into terribly meaningful speech acts.  in fact, they tend towards self-reference (commonly known as spray).  aside from a "what climbing means to me" rant, crag talky talky seems to walk the line between the following types:

• what they did: also known as spray.    
• what they plan to do: pre-spray.  normally a lot more stout than regular spray.  2-3 letter grades, in fact. 
• how sick it is: a side-entry into spray and/or pre-spray.  by discussing how "sick it is" one can open up the discussion about how sick they were when they climbered it, and/or how sick they will be when they finally climber it.   
• how sick it will be: see above
• training ideas: this is actually somewhat constructive.  rather than simply stroking the future ego, discussing training actually places some labour between the now and the then.  also works as a great segue into pre-spray.  
• beta: you love it or you hate it.  either way, i don't need to explain it.  
• shit talking: like spray, but focuses on beating someone down to lift yourself up rather than just lifting yourself.  
• how strong so and so is: great way to brave and humblefy your spray.  by noting how strong X is, you may draw comparisons to yourself.  cha-ching!  this could also simply be hero-worshipesque chatter.  you know, because it's important everyone knows that YOU know who is important in the world of the rockclimbings.

this blog does not support mindless crag chatter.  and just so you know... we are banning it.  if you want to talk to us at the crag, prepare for the extraordinary; you'll find our chatter level somewhere between a reading group and graduate school seminar.

talking about climbing is over... (except in blog format, at bars, in my car, in my garage, and on the phone). 

-tissue

Como a Natureza é realmente um exemplo perfeito e completo de adaptação, os insetos por sua vez criaram seu próprio sistema de adequação. Alguns se viciaram em determinados aromas, passando então a fazer o que conhecemos como polinização, levando de um lado para outro, sementes, criando novas espécies. A inteligência das plantas então precisou criar aromas cada vez mais fortes e sofisticados. Da raiz às flores se encontrava substâncias fungicidas, bactericidas e a cicatrização ficou por conta das resinas.

Chegamos ao Antigo Egito, quando o homem através da observação das plantas aprende a honrar os deuses, envenenar armas, criar rituais religiosos e de sedução, curar, embalsamar e perfumar. Nesta época a saúde física e espiritual era una.

Na Grécia Antiga já se valorizava a higiene e a beleza, e é dali que vem o costume, mantido até hoje, de jogarem-se pétalas de rosas nas tumbas como símbolo de vida eterna. Quanto à arte da perfumaria já se usa olíbano, mirra, canela, cravo, benjoim e sândalo com o intuito de sedução no século IV a.C. Entretanto, na Roma Antiga é que tais usos se perpetuam e o hábito de tomar banho se estabelece como ritual cotidiano de limpeza física e espiritual. Surge o sabonete, que naquela época chamava-se "sapo" - uma mistura de gordura de carneiro, cinzas de ervas queimadas e óleos essenciais.

Nesta época fica bem clara a relação das ervas e plantas como remédio através de "Tratados Médicos" atribuindo poderes curativos ao sândalo, ao cardamomo e à rosa, em poder da burguesia. Ao passo que se estabelece o uso cosmético, com a manufatura de pomadas, talcos e águas aromáticas, diminui o simbolismo místico e religioso. Surgem os recipientes de vidro, que substituem os de cerâmica usados até então. Têm vantagem soberana, já que não deixam odores, as resinas não são absorvidas pela porosidade da cerâmica e ainda podem imitar os recipientes gregos em suas formas e cores.

Na Idade Média Yakub al Kindi (803-870) escreve o "The Book of Chemistry", onde faz alusão aos óleos essenciais. É quando também se dá a descoberta e o desenvolvimento da destilação, creditada ao poeta, matemático, médico e alquimista Avicenna (980-1037).

Historicamente, a primeira destilação bem sucedida foi a da rosa, que merece um livro inteiro sobre o assunto. Santa Hildegarde von Bingen escreve quatro tratados de medicina herbal (Causae et Curare), sendo a ela também creditada a criação da Água de Lavanda, sua favorita. Entretanto, não só a Água de Lavanda é usada nesta época, surgem a Água de Carmelita e a Água Milagrosa que são fórmulas secretas, guardadas a sete chaves pelos padres e freiras europeus por serem preciosas pelo poder curativo, inclusive contra "problemas de visão", melancolia, memória, dor e febre. Apesar de todo o segredo, sabe-se que dentre as ervas, havia três flores: lavanda, angélica e camomila.

Neste ponto já é possível notar alguns conhecidos nossos - fórmulas secretas, poder da Igreja e tratados médicos em poder da burguesia. Sabemos que isto é apenas o começo. Controle e monopólio não são "privilégio" de nossos tempos. Já nos Séculos XIII e XIV a Itália monopoliza as rotas comerciais do Oriente. Há o controle das especiarias e do perfume, com o intuito de debelar a praga, a Igreja restringe o uso das ervas apenas aos palácios e monastérios sendo seu uso fora deles totalmente proibido, com conseqüências que seria redundância mencionar.

Nas Cruzadas (1096-1291) desenvolve-se o comércio entre o Oriente e a Europa, com o incremento da utilização das especiarias e das essências. Volta-se a valorizar a higiene, trazendo o perfume, desta vez aliado à arte. Na França se estabelece a união entre os herbalistas e os boticários, estes, por sua vez, por possuírem maior cultura, assumem o papel de médicos e perfumistas.

Com a chegada do Século XVIII não é mais necessário mascarar odores fortes, e em conseqüência modifica-se o senso olfativo fazendo surgir os aromas florais. Registra-se o surgimento da primeira fragrância sintética, isto é, produzida em laboratório, em 1868, sendo que no ano anterior já havia ocorrido algo que viria modificar a história efetivamente. Foi o fato de que na Feira Internacional de Paris os perfumes e sabonetes foram expostos em uma seção à parte da farmacêutica. Estava estabelecido um setor industrial independente. Os perfumes deixam de ser considerados curativos e naturais, tornando-se apenas acessórios.

Porém, nem tudo está perdido, já que em 1928, Maurice Gattefossé nos traz de presente a Aromaterapia, e com o advento da II Guerra Mundial (1939-1945) Jean Valnet lança como recurso extremo, a fim de amenizar a dor e curar as feridas de seus soldados, os óleos essenciais, sendo muito bem sucedido.A partir disto, continua seus estudos, desta vez testando os óleos essenciais para curar distúrbios de ordem psiquiátrica, podendo comprovar sua eficácia.

Mais tarde, diversas ervas compunham banhos aromáticos, pomadas e perfumes pessoais dos egípcios. Mas foi Cleópatra quem eternizou a arte da perfumaria, ela seduziu Marco Antônio e Julio César usando um perfume à base de óleos extraídos das flores de henna, açafrão, menta e zimbro.

No início o perfume era à base de ceras, gorduras, óleos vegetais e sabões misturados a ervas. Com a descoberta do vidro, no século I, os perfumes ganharam uma nova cara, reduzindo sua volatilidade e ganhando formas e cores.

Por volta do século X, Avicena, o mais famoso médico árabe, descobriu a destilação dos óleos essenciais das rosas, e assim criou a Água de Rosas. Depois veio a Água de Toilette, feito para a rainha da Hungria. No século XIX o perfume ganha novos usos, como o terapêutico, por exemplo.

Hoje sabemos que o perfume é capaz de revelar a personalidade das pessoas, bem como sua classe social, uma vez que, um pequeno frasco pode atingir valores exorbitantes.

É comum o mesmo perfume apresentar cheiros diferentes quando aplicado em pessoas diferentes. Isso porque, os odores corporais são únicos, sendo resultado da alimentação, das características pessoais, dos lipídeos e ácidos graxos que a pele exala. A temperatura da pele interfere diretamente na vaporização do perfume, e portanto no cheiro que ele exala.

A magia dos cheiros

Mais do que revelar a personalidade de uma pessoa, o perfume influencia o estado de espírito de todos nós. Ao penetrarem pelas narinas, os aromas encontram o sistema límbico, responsável pela memória, sentimentos e emoções. Quando uma mensagem aromática penetra neste sistema, provoca sensações de euforia, relaxamento, sedação ou estimulações neuroquímicas.

Antigamente, o sistema límbico era chamado de cérebro das emoções. Quando estamos muito tensos e nervosos, um aroma de lavanda é capaz de nos relaxar e nos induzir ao sono, ajudando em casos de insônia. Quando estamos apáticos, deprimidos, infelizes, o aroma de bergamota pode ajudar na recuperação. Aromas de  limão, vetiver, eucalipto e alecrim melhoram a concentração, enquanto os de alecrim aliviam o cansaço.

Reading the newspaper or watching tv constantly reminds us that the world is indeed a dangerous place. As we get distracted during the routing of our lives, we leave ourselves open to those who look to prey on innocent citizens. So today I am featuring an instructive article about personal protection I hope you enjoy as much as I did.

Here is a story how Pepper Spray saved a woman from a very bad time.
Nora was getting ready to patch a hole in her son's jeans. "Darn", she said, "I'm out of blue thread. I'll have to go to the store for some."

While Nora was driving to the store she was listening to a baseball game on the radio. She liked baseball. Just as she stopped at a red light, across the street was Casey (a rotten thief) who thought this was his chance to get some easy money.

He ran up to the stopped car and wiped a dirty rag on her windshield as if to wash it.

Anyone who lives in a big city (or not so big a city) has probably seen this act at one time or another. This, however, was a new experience for Nora. After the guy just smeared her windshield she rolled her window down to tell him to stop.

That was strike one for Casey!

As soon as the window was rolled down Nora had Casey's hand groping at her and telling her to give him her money or else.

That was strike two for Casey!

Although scared, Nora still kept her wits about her. She told her attacker "OK, I'll give you my money."

With her right hand she opened her purse and right on top where it should be was her canister of Pepper Spray. With one quick movement she sprayed the contents directly into Casey's face and eyes.

With a loud scream Casey immediately let go of Nora and backed away with his hands to his face.

That was strike three for Casey -- you're out!

Casey had gotten the surprise of his life. It had all seemed so easy -- he'd done the windshield scam millions of times before. But by now Nora had already stepped on the gas and was long gone.

Instead of getting Nora's wallet, Casey got about 30 minutes of intense pain from the Pepper Spray.

Nora was lucky that day. She kept calm and used her head. The Pepper Spray canister was kept in an easy-to-get place in her purse.

Nora survived the ordeal with just a smeared windshield while Casey -- well, Casey Struck Out!

Get an edge over an attacker!

You should always have your Pepper Spray readily available in your purse or pocket. You should also think about getting a detachable Pepper Spray on a Key Chain which would always be accessible while in your car or whenever you had your keys in your hand.!

Don't forget, Pepper Spray makes a great gift for family and friends and even just for yourself. And, some Pepper Spray comes disguised in a lipstick tube -- the bad guy will never see it coming. Please visit our website mentioned above to get more information about Lipstick Pepper Spray.

Don't become a crime statistic. To protect yourself like Nora and for more information about something that could save your life, please visit our website http://www.feelsafeandsecure.com/ez1_ps.html and Don't Be the Next Victim

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About the Author
Larry Zolna is an author featuring articles about Home Security and Self Defense Products as well as Hidden Cameras. To keep you and your family safe and secure, please visit our website: http://www.feelsafeandsecure.com and Don't Be the Next Victim!

Quali scegliere?E' difficile io consiglio un metodo testato e controllato dai ministeri della salute e tutti  organi competenti e certificati della Salute della Vostra Nazione.

Quindi anche il mio ebook con i consigli ed il metodo,sono certificati dai migliori istituti e ministeri della sanità mondiali,io con il sito di presentazione www.iohosmessocosi.it presento un prodotto serio ad un prezzo solo 5 euro simile ad un pacchetto di sigarette ma che può aiutare chi vuole smettere di fumare

while trying to weave together a tight argument about the various dilemmas associated with 8a, it struck us that we might actually get some objections.  that is, some graph-happy 8a defenders might rally round their pixelated scorecard fetish and - as stephen colbert might say - "nail us".  so, instead of getting nailed, we have chosen to go ahead and dismiss all objections before we make the argument.  

we call it "winning".  and we do some of it - albeit briefly - after the jump.

q) "dude, why you gotta hate?"  

a) hating is what makes the blogosphere go round.  not only that, but our hatred of some things allows other things to be adored; loved, even.  in other words, we shine the light of goodness, yo. 

q) "you're just mad because you are weak"

a) sniffle.  nu uh.  you are.

q) "if it sucks so bad, why don't you just ignore it?"

a) if the good people ignore cultural events/ephemera that "suck so bad" then the "suck" will win.  the production of rockclimbing culture (like culture more generally) is a war and this site digs trenches.  trenches, i say.

q) "if it's so bad why do you keep a scorecard?"

a) um.  we like math?

stay tuned for the expose!  

it features polysyllabic words, interweb slander, and a block quote from a master's thesis!  

hooray!

-tissue

Każda z nas marzy o naturalnych, zwiewnych i błyszczących włosach, a nie o posklejanych strąkach przypominających na głowie skorupę. Na szczęście do stylizacji fryzury nie musimy już używać wyłącznie wysuszających i sklejających włosy lakierów. Poniżej przedstawiamy specyfiki, które sprawia, że fryzura będzie utrwalona, ale jednocześnie pełna życia i blasku.

Sitting near the window of my fourth floor apartment, with mosquito repellent on, having sprayed a mosquito repellent, still getting bitten all over my feet (I've got too much hair on other parts for them to penetrate).

Checked thoroughly for stagnant water here at home. None. How high do those little evil critters fly? Same deal with a friend's apartment on the 10th floor. They get in!

Do they take the elevator?

I worked so unbelievably hard on the splashes and the water - only to get it all together and note that I'd forgotten to ripple the water around the pilings.  Enter me setting full transperancy for pretty much everything to get that in there.  Somewhat nervously, 'cause I wasn't sure I could correct the problem particularly easily.

Additionally, the kid was done at probably 7' x 7' resolution in a different canvas entirely, just 'cause I wanted to have all the detail in there right and then scale appropriately, rather than angst about being unable to get details the way I wanted them after starting too small.  All the light & shadow, except the balloon, was done as guesswork before the light source was in the same image.

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It's simple. Really. You just spray it on and go! It's almost like the real thing except not and just really gross.

Read it for yourself. Go on. 

Casually,
Taylor

I saw the drizzle. It was like...how do I compare this divine phenomenon? Probably the closest experience one might have had is going to a salon for your haircut and then he uses that Spray to wet your hair. That spray is what I am talking about. The coolness and the divine feeling the of the spray against your face is absolutely heavenly.

I saw the drizzle as I looked out of the window. I wanted to experience the spray of the beautiful rains. The freshness, the greeny clean feeling. So I decided to take my bike (before you imagine a superbike, I correct myself)...I decided to go on a ride on my Kinetic. I hope most of you have tried this. When it drizzles slightly and the sun is also out, take the bike out for a spin to feel that spray of heaven on your face. The gentle brush of the curtain of water that leaves you fresh.

No, I am not talking about the rain drops; not the rain drops. They are like pellets when you are riding a bike. They hurt. No, I am talking about that silver spray of rain mingled with the sunlight. It feels as if you are passing through a golden veil made of the finest threads of water.

So there I was on my bike, without a jacket. I looked up and felt the drizzle against my face. But I had to feel it better and that is possible with the bike moving. So I started off. I had to negotiate a slope as I left my home and was very careful. Anybody who rides bikes will tell you how lethal a combination mud and water is. I tried to ride very carefully with no use of brakes to avoid skidding. BUT...skid I did.

This old uncle came from nowhere as if he was David Copperfield, and I had to brake hard to avoid breaking our bones. Luckily the bike skidded yet I did not lose balance and managed to bring it to a halt before I hit the antiquity before me. He walked away shaking his head as if I was at fault.

I moved on. I could not let such small hiccups steal my heavenly delight. I decided to go to this military area which has excellent roads with hills on one side and fields on the other. I made up my mind that such a treat from the skies cannot be relished in a better setting than that. So I zoomed towards that road.

I finally was on the military road. Oh by the way, I wear spectacles and anyone who wears them in the rains knows that after sometime you really start wishing for a wiper to take care of the glasses. But then I could see the same way a person sees through a car windshield when the wiper doesn't work that well. But these things were not really a concern. I was here to take in the rains and that I was determined.

So here I was. Enjoying the spray of water against my face (no helmet). The coolness of the water and the warm sun gives you a feeling that is so difficult to describe. The green hills and fields on either sides added to the experience. The drizzle (just like the barber's) caressed my face. I opened my mouth and put out my tongue. The drizzle melted on my tongue with the sweetness of a candy. I wanted to leave my hands and throw them up in the air. But I was sensible enough to realize the after affects of doing that so I calmly held on to the bike handles and continued to soak in the rain.I was wet and enjoying the rains.

Finally I stopped. Not because I got tired. You can never get enough of the drizzle. But because it was very very difficult to see anymore through the glasses. I parked my bike and then removed my glasses to wipe it. Hmmm....the glasses were all muddy. I wiped it anyways and was still wondering. I wore them back and suddenly I saw things in a clearer perspective. I noticed that my T-shirt was all streaked with mud too. As if someone had put me under a fountain of muddy water. I looked in the rear-view mirror and was shocked to see the face staring back. My face was covered by a veil but not with the golden one I mentioned earlier but with a brown one. My face was covered with muddy water.

Then I saw. I was following a big truck and it did not have a mud flap. So now you know the origins of beautiful spray of freshness. I did not dare to open my mouth to check the candy on my tongue. I rode back home, for a shower!

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Aha! Bedeutet also, das Mode mehr als nur Kleidung ist.

Ich drücke dadurch aus, wie ich die Gesellschaft sehe, zu welcher Gruppe ich gehören möchte und wie angepasst ich sein möchte!

Da Mode und Kleidung viel über uns aussagt, ist es sehr reizvoll "Mode" selber zu gestalten. Weil wir aber alle keine Modedesigner sind, wollen wir uns am Anfang mal lieber auf T-Shirt Motive beschränken.

Deshalb schnell altes Shirt schnappen und loslegen!

Pillepalle wie Motive im Copyshop aufbügeln lassen kann jeder, wir wollen unsere Motive per Sprühtechnik umsetzen!

klick das Bild, um zu dem zine zu kommen...

Yet another wholecar from the man Files. This one was unfortunately buffed on the windows but you get the picture!

Roid (HA), Gaz (HA) -UK heavyweights on the case at the Hostel Celica.

Plus Crew

? -Near Tivoli Park.

Pistol (Guns), Slay (Guns)

Quiet

Plano

City Rats Crew, Anger, Ezor

CityRats Crew -Streetbombing madness from the rats!

Reks -Near the three bridges.

Chek

Tokio -Metelkova

Taki 183 -????

Taps (?) -OOh yes

Raze

CityRats Crew

Stick

Chek

Schlomo (Germany) -Even streetart gets on the trains here. This birdy thing went all the way down the sides of the train. It was painted with both emulsion and spray.

Mods Crew

Egotrip

Ogre

Mind, Kine

Files, Guns

CityRats crew -Plus some pigeons (Rats and Pigeons..!)

So theres the end of this second slovenia post. Look out for more on GRAFFWARS soon!

• Kaufobjekt der Woche
  Glätteisen: Sie arbeiten gegen mich, sind fies widerspenstig und voluminös - meine Haare. In unbearbeiteten Zustand erinnern sie an einen Afro-Look. Die Bearbeitung nimmt mondphasenabhängig viel bis sehr viel Zeit in Anspruch - Zeit, die ich prinzipiell nicht für meine Schönheit opfern will (Jene, die meinen das hätte ich aber nötig, mögen den Mund verschließen). Gel, Spray, Schaum, Maske, Spezialshampoo - meine Federn haben schon jegliche chemische Behandlung genießen dürfen. Sogar beim letzten Amerika-Urlaub importierte ich einige Pflegeprodukte - doch nichts scheint meinen widerspenstigen Haaren gewachsen zu sein. Nach jahrelangem Kampf mit mir selbst hat mein Schatz jetzt endlich etwas gefunden, was mich nicht mehr mit fertigem Blick und Bürste in den Haaren vor dem Badezimmerspiegel verzweifeln lässt. Das neue Keramik-Ionen-Glätteisen ist somit unangefochten mein Kaufobjekt der Woche. Einmal mit dem Profibügeleisen über die Haare streicheln und sie sind schnürlglatt - sogar meine. Billig ist das Teil zwar nicht, doch meinem Liebling war es das Geld wert und freut sich mich jetzt (noch) hübscher und glücklicher zu sehen.
• Schocker der Woche:
  Körperzellenrock: Sehen & staunen - so was hat die Welt noch nicht erlebt. Der Song wirkt schon fast etwas beängstigend und meiner einer fragt sich, einerseits, ob da nicht eine Sekte dahintersteht; andererseits, warum da so viele Leute mitmachen. Vielleicht könnt ihr mir ja die Lösung verraten! Blöderweise geht einem der Song dann einen ganzen Tag nicht mehr aus dem Kopf.

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• Link der Woche: Ich liebe Ornamente, besonders blumige. Deshalb habe ich im Internet recherchiert, wie solche künstlerische Gebilde im Photoshop gemacht werden. Dabei bin ich auf folgenden Link gestoßen http://www.drweb.de/photoshop/ornamente-photoshop.shtml. Ich hoffe, dass ich bald die Zeit finde, um meinen Blog im neuen Look glänzen zu lassen.

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