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Laurent Vernhes: From Boutique Hotels to Burning Man

• Sep 16, 2010 from insurancemake in *
  When I started telling people of my plan to go to Burning Man in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada, it was a hit. "No, really?" they would say. "Is your wife going with you?" Questions about drugs would follow. Various sketchy tales, too. None of these people had been there themselves. I wasn't sure what the comments said about Burning Man. Perhaps they said more about how these people perceived me.
  
  I travel a lot, and I enjoy traveling tremendously. What keeps it inspiring for me (aside from meeting local creative people, which is impossible to plan) is locations that are new to me, and the contrasts between the experiences. A posh British hotel followed by a Zen Buddhist temple in Koya-san, or Franschhoek followed by a hotel in Beirut. It's the cultural clashes that keep your eyes open, and it seemed that this was what Burning Man could be.
  
  
  As usual my decision to go was taken just the week before the trip. But now my friend was postponing her arrival until after I would leave. It would just be me, her "burner" friends, and about 50,000 strangers.
  
  I began to feel anxious about drugs, and what I might have to do in order to fit in. It reminded me of an experience I had while visiting New Zealand about 20 years ago. I'm not sure if marijuana is legal there yet, but even then it was typical for hosts my age to ask "do you want something to drink, or to smoke?" I was recovering from a Hepatitis A infection I had caught in Nepal, so alcohol was out of the question. The result was the worst drug-related experience of my life -- caused by hash oil, of all things. Until then I was just a young guy exploring recreational drugs through travel: mushrooms in Bali, opium in Thailand, the backpacker's rites of passage. But after that night in New Zealand I came to realize how much I hated losing control, and that I would probably abstain from drugs for the rest of my life.
  
  
  What about my longstanding habit of never preparing for a trip, beyond a quick check of the weather? In general I try to avoid building expectations. The more you prepare, daydream, anticipate, the more opportunity you have for disappointment. But here, as soon as I agreed to go, my friend gave me a list of all the things I should do to prepare myself. In Burning Man lingo, I was a "virgin." The desert is no joke. So I read the "survival guide," the best part being, in my opinion, the lengthy recommendations on what to say when a ranger (plenty of law enforcement is present) wants to search you.
  
  After a few days of over-thinking, I was on my way. I stopped to buy enough food in Reno to last a week and then joined the convoy. After a couple of hours of highway driving, I turned onto a short strip of dirt road leading to the entrance gate. Immediately the wind started blowing, and I experienced my first white-out -- as predicted by the survival guide. I should have bought the recommended goggles and face mask. Two miles and five hours later the rain started pouring -- in the desert -- and traffic stopped as the dust turned instantly into mud. Just as they said in the survival guide. But before long, a double rainbow (karma?) appeared, and I drove through the gate, having somehow added four new passengers to my rental car, which, as the rental agency can confirm, was already trashed.
  
  I have arrived
  
  I'm looking for a friend of a friend who will serve as my guide through this experience, supposedly in the camp behind "Death Guild." Six different camps seem to fit this description, and nobody I meet knows whom I'm talking about, as they move around, setting up tents and RVs.
  
  This might be my cue. Nobody seems to mind where I'm parked right now. Why not just stay where I am? It's a great location, close to the playa -- the Central Park of Black Rock City. I can busy myself with setting up camp, and avoid, for a while, the inevitable drug panic.
  
  I then try to open the tent I had borrowed from my wife. It turns out it's a UV-protection tent, to be used at the beach -- it has only three walls and is open to the air on the fourth side. Now it's turning into the kind of trip I know I will enjoy -- total improvisation. As the sun sets I position my car so that I can escape in the middle of the night, if need be.
  
  
  The first thing I do in a new destination is explore on foot, without any agenda. At Burning Man I discover that's what everyone does. Maybe I do belong here after all. The difference is that everyone comes prepared -- many have decorated bikes -- and is doing it in style.
  
  Bikes? Somehow the survival guide never mentioned them. I guess they're not for survival, but they are necessary if you want to see every part of a city with fifty thousand inhabitants. The proportions are epic. And as I walk, a little voice inside me starts whispering "this is amazing," and then I start saying it out loud: "this is amazing!" One of my few addictions is to music, and here music is everywhere and often great. The only reason I...

Why Do All My Teeth Hurt?

• Sep 06, 2010 from cherran
  Why Do All My Teeth Hurt?
  Teeth sensitivity or when your teeth hurt means that you have dentin hypersensitivity. This is due to cold factors affecting your teeth: eating of cold food, drinking of cold liquid beverages and cold air conditioner or cold air. If this condition gets to be prolonged or if the pain is truly excruciating, then, this is a symptom of unhealthy teeth and the nerve that goes with it.
  The condition starts when the gums recede or ebb. The gums protect the roots of the teeth like a blanket covering a child from the cold. The roots must never be exposed. But there comes a time when gums recede which leaves the roots of the tooth bare. This is when the tooth becomes sensitive.
  There are two major reasons on why gums recede. First is the way people brush their teeth. Second is poor dental hygiene. The former is so true because 50% of Americans are not aware on how to brush properly. They tend to over brush or their grip is too hard that it damages the gums slowly resulting to removal of gum tissue over time and exposes the roots. The latter is very obvious as not taking care of your teeth will really result to eventual damage. If dental hygiene is not maintained, plaque builds up around the teeth and gums. This plaque, if not treated immediately will become hard or what they call tartar. There are bacteria in tartar that destroys the gums periodontal disease and gingivitis to name a few and that results to the ebbing.
  These roots have tubules or the tubes that are connected to the nerves of the tooth. Tooth ache or pain is being activated when there is pressure or cold stimuli. This happens because the roots are open and bare. If it was not, then, there would be no pain since the root is being enveloped by the gums.
  In order to decrease sensitivity or make it go away permanently, dentists recommend the use of battery-operated toothbrushes and toothpastes that are designed for sensitive teeth only. Treating teeth with fluoride-rich mouthwash also can help lessen tooth sensitivity. You can also avoid highly acidic foods (soft drinks and tea as well) which can increase sensitivity and work against the sensitivity toothpaste.
  If you are not relieved by gently brushing and using the sensitivity toothpastes, your dentist will have to resort to these measures. Your dentist can rub oxalate compounds on the root of your teeth. This will reduce if not eliminate the sensitivity. Many dentists also prescribe application of bonding agents to close the exposed tubules of the tooth root.
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When to start shaving your face?

• Jan 18, 2011 from howtoshave in Lifestyle
  Question by Harry: When to start shaving your face?
  I am 14 years old. I have a little bit of chin hair and a pretty visible moustache. When is the right age to shave? Does it affect how tall you will grow?
  Best answer:
  Answer by JasuchanShave when the hair on your face gets longer than you want it to be. It doesnt matter how old you are.
  Shaving HAIR has no effect on your bodys growth.
  Add your own answer in the comments!
  When to start shaving your face? is a post from: How to Shave
  
  
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Q&A: Why does shaving your face sting/burn the first few times?

• Jan 17, 2011 from howtoshave in Lifestyle
  Question by Kodi: Why does shaving your face sting/burn the first few times?
  I am 12 years old (puberty hit me early) and my dad taught me how to shave my face and I know how to do that but I was just wondering, why does it burn the first few times?
  Best answer:
  Answer by Joe EMaybe because you dont know exactly HOW to shave yourself yet? Finding out how to shave YOUR face is gonna take practice. You can only learn by doing. It will get better.
  What do you think? Answer below!
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Australia's dark heart

• Oct 02, 2010 from guardianukfeed in World News
  When an Aboriginal man was killed by five white youths in Alice Springs last year, it was the latest race-hate crime in an area plagued by violence. But the lenient sentences handed down to the "Ute 5" have sparked alarm that there will be a racial backlash in the Australian outbackOne after the other, the photographs of the dead man fall. There is Kwementyaye walking Waffles the dog on the beach; there he is on the platform of Alice Springs station; there he is blowing his birthday candles out, "surrounded by girls," says his fiance, Jade. "And smiling. He was always smiling." And then I see it the saddest picture of all. It's Jade with Kwementyaye just a few weeks before his death. It's shocking to see how different she looked before he died; before she knew the full story of the beating, the racist taunts and the firing of the gun; before all the rage and injustice that was to follow the phone call on that cold Saturday morning last July.The problem with sadness is that it is invisible. I couldn't see it, two hours ago, when I walked into the house that Jade Keil and Kwementyaye Ryder thought they'd spend the rest of their lives in. I couldn't see it as she pottered about making coffee, fussed over her uneaten carrot cake and talked me through the events of his death and the subsequent trial. Of course, misery is detectable only in its works, and I manage to grasp something of the sorrow and bedlam that Jade has been through when I glimpse the old photograph of her. She's slim, 30kg lighter, and her face shows none of the strange damage that bereavement has inflicted the lines beneath her eyes like bruises, the blemishes and whorls like cuts.The phone call came on 26 July last year. It was Kwementyaye's elder brother Darryl. He was sobbing. "Where are you? You don't know, do you? Get round here now. It's my bros. They've found him at the bottom of Anzac Hill. He's dead."The first feeling was no feeling at all. Jade simply put the phone down. She'd met Kwementyaye two and a half years earlier, in Bojangles bar in Alice Springs. She was a relative newcomer to Alice. She was 28 and had travelled all over Australia, but she liked it here and she definitely liked the look of the handsome Alice-born native in the flashy cowboy hat. Protected from shyness by an armour of beer, she walked up and pinched his bum. They got together immediately. They made plans. They would work, save and marry. They would travel to southeast Asia.How can all of that disappear in the space of a phone call? For Jade, it was simply too much to grasp.The last time Therese Ryder saw her son Kwementyaye, he was dancing to country music. He'd just returned from Trephina Gorge, where he worked as a trainee ranger and was singing and clapping to his favourite tunes before a beery night out. The next morning, an old school friend of Kwementyaye's knocked on the door. Therese laughed when she saw him he was dressed as a policeman."Why are you dressed like that?" she said."I'm a police officer now, Mrs Ryder."When he told her why he'd come, she screamed.It was the sight of Therese and her family, sitting on the floor wailing and crying, that finally triggered Jade's tears. But there was mystery, too. How did Kwementyaye come to have abrasions and swelling on his face, arms, forehead and leg and a 3cm laceration on the back of his head? He wasn't the violent kind. He'd never been in trouble with the police. Perhaps, they thought, he'd been in a car crash. Soon, the police came with darker news: they believed Kwementyaye had been murdered.In the streets and pubs and dusty camps of Alice Springs there were whispers and dread and fury; some heard rumours of white men fleeing the scene; others warned of riot and revenge. Bloody memories began to rouse themselves from the floor of the town's collective conscious. Worried, the police announced that race was not a motive in the crime. When reporters asked how they could know this when they didn't have any suspects, they replied: "That's just what we're saying."On the morning of Kwementyaye's death, local artist Matty Day saw something horrific. He was walking his dogs by the Todd river a wide, dry, sandy bed that runs through the centre of town on which, for generations, indigenous people have camped out on when a white 4WD Toyota Hilux drove at high speed at a group of Aboriginal people."I couldn't believe what I was seeing," he tells me when we meet in a coffee shop. "There was one old guy who was struggling. If he hadn't got up he would've been run over. It was like they were driving at a flock of birds like they were little animals that could be disposed of. The respect for life was just not there.""Was there a lot of space around the group?" I ask. "They were definitely aiming for them?""Yeah, there was the whole river," he says.Concerned, Matty approached the group and saw Kwementyaye, who told him the car had already tried to run over a couple of elderly people further down the river. As...