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Orient Spa the House of Cambay Spa and Resort

2009-11-07T07:05:00+01:00

The real world of Ayurveda & Spa, where you get addicted to various therapies & of course an executive golf course which is spreaded in acres with night playing facility. I am sure you will never wish to relax your activities while relaxing at Cambay.The varieties of services we offer at Cambay include mainly Ayurvedic & International Spa Therapies. A team of qualified doctors & trained therapists is employed to serve you seven days a week. Apart from Spa therapies the resort has a swimming pool of International standards along with a gymnasium to work out & shed calories, along with a world class Salon to enhance your beauty & appeal.Uniquely designed Ayurvedic therapy packages where therapies are done considering your body type can be availed. They include mainly detoxification & rejuvenation packages, which help to detoxify your body, mind & soul and rediscover a new you from your innerself.More Details log on – Orient Spa

Never believe it. We've fought too hard.

2007-11-19T03:46:07+01:00

Courtsy of Half Sigma, an exceptionally good article from Slate.com on liberal creationism. The article is solid and unremarkable, other than for its intended audience. What's most interesting are the comments it generated from Salonists. I lurked in the forum, and found some zingers.My favorite is so over-the-top I wonder if i is a satire:

I don't care what the "scientific evidence" says - I'll never believe the "truth" that the races aren't equal. We've fought too hard for too long. I also am very disappointed to see Slate publish this pablum - maybe in the National Review or whatever rag Herr Bush reads, but not Slate.

Another clearly disaproves of gnxp:

Jason Malloy is a member of one of the most notorious racist blogs on the Internet -- Gene Expression. The bloggers there claim blacks and Hispanics are geneticially inferior -- a missing link between apes and humans. Ironically, Malloy himself is at least a quarter black, but can pass for white. Hatred of his own ancestry seems to motivate him. He has no background whatsoever in science.

Steveangr takes a pot-shot at christian Creationism while defending his own kind:

Christians go through a phase because they were indoctrinated to sth that is false and now they have either to come in terms with the false bearing or choose the right thing which is different from their upbringing. Believing that there is no inherent genetic trait to intelligence, is not only supported by science -thus far- but it is wrong to thing otherwise, it's yours the pit you have dug there...

The comments I linked to were about average. Some were well meaning but misinformed. Others were emotional and clearly hurt. A few trotted out things they clearly learned in a 100-level class, and authoratively stated that anyone who took a freshman-level class would realize.All in all, a good read if you're looking for dogmatism.

In the realm of girls

2007-07-23T03:15:42+02:00

On Friday, a friend of mine cut my hair. She's studying in the Aveda institute for the past couple of month and needed a model to practice a trim on. She asked me a while ago and I said "yes" because I haven't had my hair cut in about 2 years and also, because I wanted to help her out, mostly because I wanted to help her out. I don't like having my hair cut, I hate having to sit for a long time without my glasses on and being touched by a stranger. Also, a big part of me feels like it's a waste of time and money, funny how I can obsess about my body so much and and yet people spending time and money to beautify themselves makes me sneer kin contempt. Funny how I can want something so much as be beautiful and yet putting any effort in keeping a diet, going to the gym or spending money on beauty products and cloths looks so ridicules to me. I think I gave up on it years ago and my way of dealing with the fact that I'm never going to look like one of those girls who always seem like they just stepped out of the pages of some magazine is to look down on the whole matter. another one of those inferiority-superiority complex, oh well... Sometime I'm so transparent I can even see (or not see) myself.

It's hard to leave the apartment in the morning and go into the city. He has to stay in and not come with me, cause there are some construction worker coming in later in the afternoon to fix some pipes and someone has to be in the apartment. I feel bad about leaving him behind to do all the work while I'm going to the hair salon. There's something so cheesy about it, about leaving the husband at home to take care of construction while the wife goes out to have her hair done that just makes me feel embarrassed. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe cause it's so strange to do something that's so fucking normal.

I take the train to Prince street and I get there to early so I'm walking around a bit there's a big street fair on broadway with all those food booths and indian dresses and other souvenirs, I cross into spring and walk around, looking at store windows and feel like a tourist. I don't get to walk around NY a lot on my own, it feels very strange and unprotected to be there without him, I miss his hand in mine, but also it's exciting to try and find my way, I feel like a stranger even though I've walked in those streets before. I go into a store, not really to buy anything, just to look around and ask for direction, because it's starting to be late and I realize I'm not quite sure where to go. Eventually I call my friend and ask for directions, I know I'm late and i feel really bad, as if I'm messing it up for her by not being right on time. I know she's stressing out about her test and in my mind, I'm cursing myself for not walking faster toward her school when I was still early.

The inside of the school is bustling, it's crowded and noisy and there are a lot of people all dressed up in the same black pants and smocks. There's this upbeat gym music an a lot of neon lights and that smell of herbal shampoo and aromatherapy candles that always makes my head ache. She's waiting for me by the door and we walk through the salon and the locker room to the classroom where some people already started to comb and prepare hair of their models for being washed. The teachers are walking between the students remarking and making everyone sign forms. We talk about her boyfriend starting a new job, and about her friend coming over to visit next week and about a job interview I had last week. I feel really awkward, unsocial, I'm not sure when to talk and when to listen and when to just be quite and let her work. She's massaging my temples and scalp in some unti-stress oil, and I can feel how tense I am.

For some reason, even though I have nothing to do there, and maybe because, I feel like I'm messing up, like I'm making her fail. A cool guy on the other side of the room is already drying the hair of a beautiful red head that looks like a real model and putting it into segments to be cut. I'm looking around on the other girls getting hair cuts and I feel like I'm the ugliest one, like I'm going to make my friend fail just because I'm so unattractive and because I'm not wearing any make up. On the other hand I have some wild expectation that she's somehow going to dye my hair blond and put it into some weird shape that's going to make me look beautiful - beautiful like someone else.

She cuts carefully, slowly and eventually a teacher comes over and look over the front part and tells her she needs to cut more, he gets a razor and slash the front of my hair, I see the strands to hair falling to the floor, not a lot, but still, they look like something dead, not a part of myself. She blow dry it and it takes ages, I feel so tired from sitting there doing nothing. I'm hopeful and in despair and bored and interested all at the same time. I wish to be there as a spectator, not as a participant, I want to get cynical, just because I feel so damn vulnerable. I want to laugh at all those women sitting there and hoping to become something different and glamorous instead of harvesting that hope myself.

When she's done, she say "I know you never wear make up, but I'm going to put some lip gloss on you anyway" they have to do something like that, it's called "finishing touches" and she do, a part of me hate that feeling of stickiness on my lips, and another part wish she'd offer more, that she'll make me look different, be different. She takes my picture and then I put on the glasses back and look in the mirror, my hair look beautiful all flat and healthy and pretty, but I still look like me, just me with a straighter hair.

Walking around the salon on the way out I look at all those women, all pretty and working hard to become prettier, I never wear make up, I barely even know how to use it, I never have my hair cut or my nails done. I feel like a child visiting the land of adults - all those rituals of femaleness, that I never had a chance to learn, who I desire and despise at the same time. I feel like an alien, like I'm all alone.

Naughty Paris Salon

2007-04-01T15:59:26+02:00

Want to know more about the Naughty Paris Guide? Come meet the Editrix-in-Chief herself at the Context Salon (part of the "Out of Context" series), Wednesday April 4 at 6:30pm, where she'll be speaking about the book, the research, and all of the naughty Parisian addresses from girly sex toy shops to libertine clubs and where to buy naughty art. It's a casual event, hosted by an American expat in her private Montmartre house, with drinks and snacks provided following the talk. The cost is €35/person. To sign up contact Context Paris.

At the Salon International de la Lingerie

2006-02-13T22:02:50+01:00

Heather with Gentry of Gentry de Paris and Carolyn Heinze.I spent four days at the Salon International de la Lingerie last week, helping out at Gentry's stand (which basically consisted of sipping tea, nibbling shortbread, and trying not to drool all over the pretty silk and cashmere lingerie).