Monthly Archives: August 2010
The Oxygen Bar Experience
As much as I enjoy visiting Las Vegas, I can’t say it’s the healthiest place in the world for a vacation, especially not for me and my lung issues. With all the excessive walking and continuous consumption of alcohol, food, and the large numbers of smokers, the air quality, especially inside the casinos, might just be the death of me.
As I was panting on the way back to our room from a long day, and regretting the fact that I had not brought a portable oxygen with me, we coincidentally spotted a small nook with colorful bubbly liquid and a big sign that says “oxygen bar”. I thought to myself, “well, if only that’s real oxygen!” It turns out that the powers that be from above heard me, and it was, in fact, just what I needed, real oxygen.
The place looks just like a real bar. In front of each bar stool was a small apparatus with several plastic cylinders filled with colored liquids, and a small control panel with a series of dials. The hot, friendly bartender (if you can call her that) explained how the session works. You pay for oxygen based on a fixed period of time— US$10 for 10 minutes or $20 for 20 minutes. Each customer gets a nasal cannula (a thin plastic tube that goes over the ears and has nozzles that fit loosely into each nostril – just like the one I have at home from the hospital). This is attached to the apparatus with the cylinders, each of which contains flavored, aromatheraphy water. Oxygen is fed through the liquid and then into the cannula; you choose which scent or combination of scents you’d like using the dials—choices included scents like eucalyptus, lavender, and lemon.
And so I began breathing. This isn’t something new to me since I do this at home all the time, but I felt like I look rather silly wearing tubes in my nose, in public. In bars, people usually know how to look at each other and carry on a conversation. But those rules don’t seem to apply at an oxygen bar. It feels very unnatural to have a casual conversation with someone when you’re both tethered by the nose to a bubbling machine. Later on, the bartender offered a series of different massages and oils to enhance and heighten the experience.
Minus the Bear: The Classic Rock of the Future
First time I heard a song by this Seattle-based band, I thought it sounded familiar – I had a feeling like I was listening to my parents’ old records which, in fact, had a lot of influence on me and the music I listen to today. I looked at the album date, and no they weren’t from the 70s or 80s. I also had to double check that the song isn’t by Tears for Fears or something.
I have confronted that awkwardness from the first second of lead single “My Time”. It’s probably the most awkward video I have ever seen – with some dudes looking like Jesus wearing M&M outfits and a bunch of girl break dancers I feel like I’ve seen before, somewhere.
And yet, in a weird way, their album Omni is interestingly admirable. Minus the Bear is something more than just another competent indie band, their music sounds like it was made 30 years ago, but the only difference is, they are still alive, and young. So, yeah — if you’re into old school, classic 70′s or 80′s rock but wasn’t old enough to appreciate music during those times, these dudes sound just like it, with a modern feel.



