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The FM in Farmer’s Market

The FM in Farmer’s Market could stand for Fantastic Musicians as easily as frequency modulation stands for the manner in which radio signals are broadcast, since the modulations of the street musicians performing at the Saturday Market were definitely that. Toss in food, fresh air, and friendly faces, and voilà. That’s the Santa Barbara’s Farmer’s Market in a locally-grown nutshell, pitching tents & taking orders each Saturday until 1 pm, at the intersection of Santa Barbara & Cota streets.

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http://www.sbfarmersmarket.org/

…And going the distance. We’ll get back to what soothes the savage beast later-—in great and varied detail— but for now, let’s consider the market’s obvious draw: the produce, pantry, crafts & flora. Beyond the square block radius it spans, the market’s mix of pesticide free, and/or organic, and/or humanely farmed foodstuffs is guaranteed free of Monsanto’s evil, long-reaching arm—making any trek you make to market worth theirs. I mean, who wants Franken-food? Not me! Not even a little bit, and besides. Buying local also helps lessen the already light carbon footprint these farmers & growers leave, hailing as they do, from Santa Ynez to Paso Robles, Los Olivos to Carpinteria, and nearby Goleta, too! But why blather on, when you could get your virtual veggie on, instead?

Come with!

If I could add a fresh burst of just cut citrus to that flip-through, along with the heady aroma of hyacinth & roses, we’d really be in business. There’s always lots of samples to enjoy, and knowledge to be garnered from these informed vendors while you snack, too. From nutritional content, to method of farming, to serving & storing suggestions, those that want to can dot all those “i’s & t’s”. Try getting that kind of 411 from the grocery store!

411 is good!

Shout out to Farm Peeps: Noey & Noey’s Mama at the Ladybug Green-stand, Nadia of the didgeridoo, and the Boomer family associated with Santa Barbara Pistachio Company. Thanks, neighbors! You were all close-up ready! Even as this post is ready to close…

As promised, and in true George Castanza form, I’m ending this virtual, vegetable voguing on a high note–with a video of some of the ensconced musicians. If this quick byte whets your appetite, the Farmer’s Market is the best and most double entendre bet for sating both cravings–musical and organic. Come down for an encore when you can; there’s a market somewhere in our SB area every day, and you can find plenty of 411 at their website, linked above.

Bon Appetit…and rock on, Chickery-dooz!!

Click: Fabulous 50’s to go to another great Farmer’s market–this one in Cincinnati!

Crossfit Buns

Even as I write this, it’s still far too nice to day for indoor activity, so it was with great and misplaced reluctance that I journeyed to the third stop on my Gym-a-palooza tour: Crossfit Gym. Situated in Santa Barbara’s one-of-a-kind Funk Zone, amid wineries, butcher shops, art studios & restaurants—with plenty of off-street parking just the same—I was still less than ready to get boxed in indoors. Imagine my surprise when I pulled up to see this sight awaiting me:

crossfit first view

An impressive number of fitness buffs still en route, I thought. What was the deal? Were they lost? Loitering? Leaving? I didn’t know for sure, but I did know it was a lot of muscles hanging around outside, when inside is generally the sinewy destination. Confident I wasn’t running late after all, I hurried to join the other folk prepping to do…er…something. Get their cardio on, or leave it at the door. It remained to be seen.

I bet the little girls loved him in grade school! More on this interesting twist later...

I bet the little girls loved him in grade school! More on this interesting twist later…

And seen it was. Felt, stretched, lifted, pulled, pushed, squat & run, too, since the focus of Cross Fit Gym is exactly that. Already in its fifth year, and affiliated with the national chain, its programs & classes are a combination of “metabolic conditioning, weight-training & gymnastic movements”—to quote Level 10 gymnast & Level 1 Crossfit trainer: Naomi Recania-Nelson. Better known as the “Ninja”, the young lady was to lead the class in which I participated…A class that—even before I started its intriguing mix of motion–I knew would be a special treat.

CPR certified, too...

CPR certified, too…

Because we weren’t going indoors. Not after our warm-up run of 400 meters around the neighborhood, and not for the duration of the: W.O.D.–Crossfit’s catchy acronym for its 12 minute: Workout of the Day, which in turn describes the subsequent class instruction conducted alfresco in the temperate breezes wafting offshore from nearby West Beach. The option to attend class within the confines of turnkey Fisher’s Gym is available during the rare rainy day in Santa Barbara–the establishment that works cooperatively with the adjoining Crossfit operation—as well as free gym hours for Crossfit.

http://www.crossfit-santabarbara.com/

That was hardly necessary today, with temps in the high 70’s, and after describing the exercise options du jour, the Ninja supervised the stretching of creaking cores, hammies, & bursae (at least from where I was bending over toward painfully distant toes) before proceeding to the calisthenics. With plenty of squats, push-ups & pull-up reps to choose from—aided by medicine balls & weights for the more foolhardy—it was clear no body part could simply “phone it in”, so I was especially glad to take advantage of my Photo Opp excuse to slack off. No, no—pushes hands forward and demurs—no need to thank me. My lazy sacrifice was all for you, chickens, as I absolutely eschewed a fitter me there, for a phatter post here.😉

I did manage a few pull ups, though--haHA! To a certain JK last seen near a body of water in unspecified locale...

I did manage a few pull ups, though–haHA! To a certain JK last seen near a body of water in unspecified locale…

Laziness I left behind, when the Ninja capped our reps with a 100 meter run, followed by 50x abdominal exercises of choice, whatever pull ups one could manage, without or without the aid of a gigantic rubber band–which was pretty fun, actually–as well as the de rigueur, cool-down stretching session. I had fun whipping this heavy rope around after that, an enormous loop of jute described to me as: “heavy” by one member and: “all of them” by another, when queried as to which muscle group it worked. After less than a minute at these formidable Reins to Nowhere, I was out of descriptions, as well. (or maybe just out of breath!)

Todd says it’s the velocity that gets ya’!

Stephanie & Naomi, aka: the Ninja

Stephanie & Naomi, aka: the Ninja

The Ninja & Stephanie

Stephanie's ver' cool barefootin' tootsies...

Stephanie’s ver’ cool barefootin’ tootsies…

Stephanie’s Stylin’ Steppers

I hope you can feel the camaraderie & sense of community emanating from this wholesome crowd —because they were surely that, as much as they were collectively ripped. It was my best sweat stop on the Gym-a-palooza tour to date, and with a manageable number of 100 or so members, they might need to add a final “Dalmatian” to their spot. There wasn’t one “Gun Show” scheduled among these super-fit guys & gals, making it a nice change from the automaton experience & narcissistic pools some gyms trips tend to feature. Everyone I encountered at the co-op operation was friendly, helpful and unplugged, if you can believe that, in this day of the ubiquitous iPod, and as eye candy goes, you couldn’t order a better looking beach whereon to set up sweaty shop.

Crossfit’s YouTube Channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/CrossFitHQ, and find them on Facebook!

209 Gray Ave
Santa Barbara CA, 93101

Tyler Medearis- Owner & Head Coach/Trainer. Crossfit Level 1 cert, CrossFit Olympic cert, CrossFit Kids cert, ISSA personal trainer, NREMT-B, MCMAP Blk Belt Instructor.

Phone number: 805-448-4999

http://www.crossfit-santabarbara.com/

Basic Movements Course dates:

Mon 2/18, Tue 2/19, Wed 2/14 630-730 pm(Course Filled)

Mon 2/25, Tue 2/26, Wed 2/27 630-730 pm.(Course Filled)

Mon 3/4, Tue 3/5, Wed 3/6 630-730 pm.(Course Filled)

Mon 3/11, Tue 3/12, Wed 3/13 630-730 pm(Open)

 

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Catch you chick-a-rooz on the rebound, when I visit a Yoga studio and get my Downward Dog on…

 

Pen-degree

Some of you might be wondering what qualifies me to write such an absurd mish-mash of genres. Limericks…randoms…poetry…fiction. What do I know about editorials anyway? Or bumper stickers for that matter.  Of course, some of you prolly couldn’t give two licks what my qualifications are, but I’m sick of rethinking the alphabet, so today I’m going to paper this post with my pretend pedigree, to assure all those playing along at home that I am both a highly—and a qualified—professional.
Masters_border

Okay, Okay. I admit this was strictly honorary.

 
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The test is written in quatrains!

 
Degree of Sep_border

I got this long-distance!

 
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All the Bells & Whistles.

 

Now those are some Memes! I was also going to post a B.S., but it seems the teensiest bit redundant. 😉

Gone Missing

Lost

2K fiction. White with black markings. No collar. Answers to title: “Tossed & Found” Last seen in the vicinity of: Crushing Hearts & Black Butterfly (press) Caution: considered twisted.

Reward Offered!

For any information leading to the story’s capture: Free print/digital/e-book copy of the Publication wherein the fiction will be kept: Literary journal Dark Light 3, coming out this March, 2013. No questions asked.

DarkLight3

Nice, eh?

http://www.crushingheartsandblackbutterfly.com/

Find Crushing Hearts (books) on the Amazon Top Ten Best Sellers List, Goodreads “Best Independent Book” list, Facebook & the above-listed dot com.

black-butterfly

Stay tuned to the Published category here at CHARRON’s CHATTER for updates.

An update even now:

congratedsThese lovely lines of unsteady Teddies are a digital SO from my all-time favorite animator, that Prince of Pixelation, that King of Cartooning: Mr Dave Sutton! Thanks, Dave Sutton! Your work at Sevenoaks Animation is getting  ever so much better! Oh wink-wink, nudge-nudge, elbow-elbow…but seriously. A delicate and somewhat beautiful tear is tracing a path down my fragile cheek. It’s all very poetic, really…

Puppy Bowl IX

I’m certain our red, white and NFL nation is well aware of the gridiron fun in the forecast , but there’s another game slated to kick-off this coming Sunday. A game where the players prefer water bowls to bottles, and burying their bones instead of making them. It’s time for the IX Puppy Bowl!

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That’s right. Whoever it is that lets dogs out, does, and this Sunday shelter puppies from all over America will be out in force. Or in teams, I suppose, tugging at our hearts & each other’s football jerseys, since the Puppy Bowl mimics the Super Bowl—at least on the surface. The stakes for this game are far higher than spreads or bets or even player injury.

Sure, there are batches of adorable pups playing inside an even cuter model stadium—Ladies, think: Barbie’s Dream House meets Snoopy’s Doghouse—and the commentators are putting on their Madden Dog, but all the puppies are potential winners, since the football field is also a platform. A platform that broadcasts information to fans as to how these shelter dogs can be adopted.

And adopted they are. Shelters across the United States have seen spikes in adoptions after the five previous Puppy Bowls, and it isn’t surprising. The show is the second most watched show in America, according to Nielsens, and you can add to those stats by tuning in this Sunday, February 3rd.

Animal Planet will be running and re-running the fun all day Sunday, though its initial airing will be from 3 to 5 pm. So put a paw-print on your calendar, and a collar around your little finger, because these furry athletes are depending on you. Besides, you wouldn’t want to miss the Kitty Half-Time Show, now would you, or even the hamster-piloted blimp.

Gym Dandy

Well what a weekend. As promo’ed, I descended on Spectrum gym like a lithe leprechaun in search of workout gold, and since this gym did business as Gold’s gym for so many moons—and I did so many moons of exercise there–it wasn’t surprising to find a few nuggets of Golden Gluts Goodness left for me to mine.

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It all started with a trek up Machu Picchu. At least that’s what I dubbed the extreme Stairmasters that have upstaged—or upstaired—their clunky brethren of yore in Spectrum’s spacious & varied cardio area.

Stairway to...? You decide!

Stairway to: /————-/ fill in the blank!

I own such a stepper, so I know whereof I speak. These newer versions of elliptical hell spanked their bro’s soundly. Bro code notwithstanding, and all if, ands & butts about it.

interesting native dress

interesting native dress

By virtue of escalator type stairs rather than foot pedals, the machine compelled me to pick up each foot completely from the steps as they cascaded toward me at a pre-determined rate. As if that helped. It was a lot different than the see-sawing motion I usually adopt on Stairmasters, a mutation of intended muscle movement that was absolutely off the table with these rolling bad boys.

Have a nice trip? See you next fall!

Am I there yet!?

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Wikimedia Commons: Macchu Picchu, a UNESCO World Heritage Site near Cusco in Peru, Martin St-Amant (S23678)

And while this chicken trip-trip-tripped on them as often as Billy Goat Scuff on Saturday, by Sunday I was an old hand. An old foot, I suppose, though no nearer the Mayans fabled ruins than the day before, and while I’d fully intended to catch a class—if one had been running nearby—I ended up free-styling my visits as was my previous wont.

these look familiar...

these look familiar…

Note the nominal weight...

Note the nominal weight…

Plenty of class-purtunities tomorrow, or at GVAC, the gym I’ll visit next weekend (and by next weekend I mean thereabouts) so I felt none too guilty about focusing on weight training and Nautilus machines for the balance of both these trips. Mainly because employing the refrigerator door as a way to work my lateral obliques isn’t optimum, and besides. Even with the icebox option, I have no “ab rippers” or “butt pulverizers” or “thigh-po-section suctionators” like Spectrum featured. Why, they even had a machine that measured my weight and BMI in alien caloric units. Just look!

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I’m a virtual waif! A stiff breeze would knock me over with a feather, but not my determination. You can’t measure that in pounds, and if you want to keep losing a few of yours, keep an eye out—and an arm curled—for the next installment in the Gym-a-palooza series. It’s listed as a sub-cat of the Santa Barbara Beautiful category. Until then, I advise you to ice it, wrap it, put it up, & stay off of it.

Spectrum Amenities: Spacious locker rooms, walk-in showers/rainstorms, full toiletries & sauna, complimentary pots of gold, lounge area, child-care, pixie dust & muscle building supplements, private trainers, leprechauns & full range of aerobic, yoga, pilates, kickboxing, tulip tippy-toeing, Zumba & spinning classes. Nautilus and cardio machines as noted above, though no Rainbow Bridge.

Spectrum Locations (SB)

3908 State St
Santa Barbara
(805) 563-8700
 

21 W Carrillo St
Santa Barbara
(805) 965-0999

 

Spectrum 3 Day Guest Pass

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