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Post by Magnus on Nov 3, 2019 12:51:23 GMT
This new take on VRT could turn into something above and beyond KSHD. I'll have to come up with just the right name for it. I'm thinking: Schlepping Bubkes
Too late, it's already in use !
My good friend Irving Kornblau uses that name for his LTL trucking company
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Nov 3, 2019 13:55:10 GMT
Oy vey!!
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Post by mr potatohead on Nov 3, 2019 14:46:50 GMT
This new take on VRT could turn into something above and beyond KSHD. I'll have to come up with just the right name for it. I'm thinking: Schlepping Bubkes
Too late, it's already in use !
My good friend Irving Kornblau uses that name for his LTL trucking company
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Post by Magnus on Nov 3, 2019 15:15:54 GMT
By the way, you're looking damn good in your picture, Magz.
Thanks Macky !
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Nov 3, 2019 15:43:50 GMT
By the way, you're looking damn good in your picture, Magz.
Thanks Macky ! So what am I? Chopped liver?
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Post by macky on Nov 3, 2019 18:59:45 GMT
Thanks Macky ! So what am I? Chopped liver? Right now, it will feel like it, matey. Don't cough or sneeze, whatever you do.
After a time of everyday objects in your visualizations and getting used to something we are certainly not used to at all i.e. not using tension in our exercises, replace the truck with white mist (or another colour of your choice) and lead it into the hands when you're pushing out, then consolidate it into the abdomen in the pulling in.
The breathing changes to a relaxed breathing out while pushing out, breathing in while pulling in. As gentle as possible. Check for pockets of tension and ease off. Keep the mind on it.
The name for it all is Chi Kung or Qigong which ever way you want to write it.
Later after you recover your full capability for lifting the back end of your car while changing the wheel, carry on with your normal workouts and at the other end of the day, separated by some decent space, keep on with your chi kung. Then look up Baduanjin for a whole-body chi kung drill you may like. There's several styles.
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Nov 3, 2019 21:09:30 GMT
To be done slowly so your mind has a chance of visualizing the arms coming across the body against imagined resistance, physically relaxed but with focused intent. Wow! That was heavy! ok. Time to get serious now. My day's labors are over (another satisfied customer) and I went back to carefully reread what you guys had written concerning Kling Klunge, or Queergoing, or whatever it is you call it. If wasn't for that macher friend of Mag's it could have had a proper, meaningful name. Tomorrow morning I will give it my full focus and dedicated endeavor. Thank you.
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Post by Magnus on Nov 3, 2019 23:54:40 GMT
... If wasn't for that macher friend of Mag's it could have had a proper, meaningful name. Irving isn't the only "macher" in that family, his mother, Mrs. Kornblau, was known far and wide all throughout the old-tyme Brooklyn neighborhoods for her fantastic potato 'kugel'! ....Her secret ingredient being the extra gribenes she'd put in there...shhhhhhh, don't tell anyone
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Post by Magnus on Nov 4, 2019 0:02:15 GMT
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Post by Magnus on Nov 4, 2019 0:04:19 GMT
New York|Sussman Volk, Restaurateur And Gadget Inventor, 80, Dies
Sussman Volk, who owned a Manhattan restaurant that became a garment district social center for decades, opened and quickly closed what was said to be New York City's first frozen-food store, and invented questionable necessities that included the Cigarette Lighter That Lights From Either End, died July 14 in Palm Beach, Fla. He was 80.
The cause was acute leukemia, his family said.
Mr. Volk, who was known as Cecil, as were three cousins with the same first name, was a true New York character. He meticulously cataloged tens of thousands of jokes, some funny, all of which he yearned to crack at what he considered the perfect moment. He tore around on a motorcycle, wearing lots of black leather, until shortly before his death.
There might have been the occasional misstep. The pioneering Greenwich Village frozen-food store, Penguin Food, was founded on the fatally incorrect premise that people would go to a separate store to buy the new wonder of frozen goods. When Mr. Volk thought he had invented the four-color retractable pen-and-pencil set, his partner and financial backer filed for the patent, somehow forgetting to include Mr. Volk's name.
Was it his fault that nobody grasped the utter necessity of the Double-Sided Garbage Can Washing Machine? It could wash two cans at once!
Mr. Volk's supreme achievement was Morgen's Restaurant at 141 West 38th Street, which he ran from 1947 until 1985, when he sold it. It was a beehive of designers, fashion tycoons, models and hangers-on who waited with showy impatience behind a red velvet rope until a table was open. His wife, Audrey, attired in the latest Bill Blass -- never, but never, bought for list price -- acted as an elegant ringmaster.
The menu was immense and printed anew each day. Its audacity was apparent in its characterization of chicken soup: ''essence of young fowl with matzo balls.'' Offerings ranged from duckling Montmorency, a half a duck served with cherry sauce and sweet potato pudding, to Gedampfte rinderbrust, a staggering slab of boiled meat.
Mr. Volk came from a glorious background, at least from the viewpoint of those in love with New York legends, however embellished. His grandfather, Sussman Volk, claimed to have introduced pastrami to the New World at his Delancey Street delicatessen. His father, Jacob, claimed to have won his home in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, in a card game with Mayor James J. (Jimmy) Walker. Jacob Volk also claimed to have invented the wrecking ball, prompting James Thurber to call him ''a house wrecker of herculean mythology'' in The New Yorker.
Sussman Volk was born in the Bensonhurst house on Sept. 5, 1919. His father died when he was 9, and when he was 12, his vivid life blossomed magically when he was sent out West for a year to a ranch to learn cowboy skills, which he would never again use.
Mr. Volk met his wife, Audrey Morgen, after she read a letter he had written to his sister, who also lived in her Manhattan apartment building. At the time, he was studying business at the University of West Virginia, where he was 1939 shag dancing champion, but eventually graduated.
Audrey Morgen had never read such a poetic, completely no-nonsense letter from a young man. ''I knew enough to know that this was somebody who could make life very, very important,'' she said. ''He never had a chance of escaping.''
She traded an introduction to one of her cousins for an introduction to Sussman Volk. She and their daughters, Patricia Volk Blitzer of Manhattan and JoAnn Lederman of Miami; five grandchildren and three great-grandsons survive him.
Mr. Volk went to work in her father's restaurant business. At the time, he had three restaurants, all named Morgen's. They all survived the Depression, but her father sold them after his son, Robert, left to serve in World War II.
Left to his own devices, Mr. Volk began inventing things, including the Illuminated Fender Guide. It looked like a knitting needle and lighted up at the push of a button, allowing a motorist to gauge distances when parking a car in the dark. He actually made some money on this one, his daughter, Patricia, said.
The war years also saw the frozen-food store brainstorm come and go, as Mr. Volk also started a bakery, among other things. He got a job doing advertising for the General Refrigeration Company as a result of his iced-foods enterprise.
After the war, Mr. Volk and Robert Morgen returned to the restaurant business. Mr. Morgen eventually operated Morgen's East on the East Side of Manhattan, while Mr. Volk ran Morgen's West in the garment district. After Morgen's East closed, Morgen's West became simply Morgen's.
Mr. Volk never stopped inventing things, including a device to keep adjacent washers and dryers from rattling, which was used only in his own home. He made metal sculptures in a studio he shared with the actor Zero Mostel, who also painted.
Mr. Volk made a career of the very New York enterprise known as schmoozing.
''Everybody seemed to think he was their best friend,'' Mrs. Volk said. ''Anybody he touched was very happy. It's a known fact.''
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Post by Magnus on Nov 4, 2019 0:13:12 GMT
...Shen, you've lived in New York, so try not to laugh too hard while your 'pupik' is healing
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Nov 4, 2019 1:00:39 GMT
Mags.....I am................in awe. To say the least. To think that you have actually rubbed elbows with the cousin of the cousin of the uncle of the cousin of these notable New York mensches!
All I can say is..............OMG!
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Nov 4, 2019 1:06:16 GMT
Speaking of healing, I'm happy to announce that three days out from my surgery, the pain has gone from excruciating to barely tolerable.
Wish me luck tomorrow as I boldly delve into the mysteries of true muscle-mind connection. Someone should alert Gordon to this monumental event.
In the words of Mrs, Blumenthal, "God forbid anything should happen!"
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Post by Magnus on Nov 4, 2019 1:56:05 GMT
Speaking of healing, I'm happy to announce that three days out from my surgery, the pain has gone from excruciating to barely tolerable. Wish me luck tomorrow as I boldly delve into the mysteries of true muscle-mind connection. Someone should alert Gordon to this monumental event. In the words of Mrs, Blumenthal, "God forbid anything should happen!" Well then, good luck to you, Mr. Big-shot maven with your fershtinkiner "mind-muscle connection", just remember to bring an umbrella, just in case !
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Nov 4, 2019 2:34:49 GMT
Well then, good luck to you, Mr. Big-shot maven with your fershtinkiner "mind-muscle connection", just remember to bring an umbrella, just in case ! a sheynem dank
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