May 9th, 2014 by Ben Gonzalez
While staying with my brother in Mexico, he encouraged me to try some of the finer and more ‘upscale’ eating establishments available in his neighborhood of Juarez. Think of it like Mexico City’s equivalent of Silver Lake. The first Saturday there, him and his girlfriend took me and mine to a pizza eatery built out of the basement of one of MANY historical buildings there. A Spanish colonial residence who’s exterior is meticulously preserved now surrounded by technical schools, OXXO’s, 7-Eleven’s, and streets that would make a New York pedestrian squeamish from complexity. The entrance was lined with fancy entry mats and we made our way to our table. There, we decided to order a home cooked pizza. Marinara, date, and asparagus with a faint touch of wine in the dough. It was delicious. And impressive that the cooks were able to whip this out in such a short time. Craft beers abound, we relinquished in a drunken stupor back to the apartment. I made it a point to try and remember that I got a peek at the mat behind the bar. To my non-shock, it was the very non slip drainage mats so common in bars… and provided by my place of daily employment. It seemed that even across borders, the influence of ‘mats’ followed me everywhere.
The night was kind and without incident. Until the sun came up and it’s first unfriendly beams poured in through the curtain-less guest bedroom and directly into my tired eyes. As I reached for my phone to check the time, a sudden influx of pain and nausea began to manifest within me. A low rumble and gurgle urged me to get out of bed. But my weary spirit declined and with an almost child like internal plea, I forced myself back to sleep. I closed my eyes anew, and before I could reach the sweet bliss of the dream state, the rumble and gurgle turned into a stampede of wild buffalo running from something… something terrifying. Stumbling out of bed and unable to answer my better half’s mumbled inquiry, I was sat upon the freezing cold porcelain in what seemed like a flash. To the horrible shock of my tender end, what followed was a catastrophic display of entropy in it’s rawest form. For the next 30 minutes of my life I bowed before a terrible pain and sorrow I always understood was reserved for the poor, unwitting western foodie tourist on his first, uninformed excursion to a genuine Delhi eatery.
When the carnage was over and my eyes restored focus, there I sat, hunched over and staring the very thing I had all but forgotten to think of from the night before: a non-slip drainage mat.
April 23rd, 2014 by Stag
I will be moving into a new apartment in the next week or so and now I am trying to figure out all the items and accessories that I’ll be needing to make my new space a functional one. Of courses you have your priorities; things like a refrigerator, utensils and general seating arrangements. No one wants to sit on the floor against the wall to watch their unnecessarily large flat-screen television, now do they? That would just be ridiculous. So it would seem that I have some very cost effective shopping in my very near future.
With that in mind, I will also need a few things that will make my home life, shall we say…more conducive. I will be moving in with my friend; of whom I have known him for 25 plus years. Now in that time I have found out many things about this guy and I do know that doing dishes, is absolutely not something that he is capable of. Not physically mind you, no. Contextually, he just simply does not do them.
So with that inevitable detail being considered it leads me to another purchase that I will inevitably be stocking up on and that is a kitchen mat. Ideally a gel mat or anti-fatigue kitchen mats of some sort. As I foresee long hours spent over my new sink dealing with the unavoidable mountain of dishes and utensils. So wish me luck on the move, and in my dish riddled adventures before me.
February 25th, 2014 by Ben Gonzalez
It’s now the middle of February and much to my horror, we are experiencing 89 degrees here in Los Angeles. While this happens, most of our Northeastern counterparts suffer in what can only be described as near-nuclear winter. Yeah, yeah, “we’re so lucky to be in California” and “you wish you were here” and “bet you’re real glad to not have to deal with the cold”. Well, it’s not so pretty here, actually. We are suffering from a record drought and in case many of you didn’t know this, Los Angeles is an artificially irrigated city. Meaning, we laugh in the face of nature by leaching Owens Valley of it’s precious water for close to a century. All so that we can have traffic jams and Justin Bieber run amok. The upside to this, however, that the summer will be BRUTALLY hot for us in the San Fernando Valley. Which means, the girls of summer. Lots and lots of bathing suits, beach goers, and pool parties making use of our drainage mat to make sure drunk party-goers don’t lose their footing on wet cement and slip into the water before they can take their iPhones out of their pockets.
I know this all makes me sound like a Grinch, but I’m really not. I actually enjoy the summer. Well, not really. But it’s only because summer isn’t summer in Los Angeles. Summer, as I’ve mentioned, now occurs in February here in the good ol’ city of angels. The months between May and August are simply referred to as “fires’’” around here.
December 11th, 2013 by Stag
I am sure that I am behind the trend in a way; as I usually am. But I recently purchased a turntable or record player for the laymen. This was primarily sparked by my stock-pile of my father’s old vinyl records. Deciding that I wanted to actually listen to these albums and get some more of my favorite albums on vinyl; I went ahead and made the investment. Now growing up in the digital age more or less the specifics of turntables was lost on me. The sure number of exact things that have to be perfect to get the best sound is quite overwhelming at first.
As I learn more I am finding myself becoming a bit more of an audiophile (someone that is very into music and the quality thereof). With this I found that I was getting a bit of a hum from my moderately high-end speakers. I tried and tried to diagnose and remedy the problem. Then I realized that I needed a foam pad of some sort under the speaker so that it did not vibrate directly on my wood table that they rest upon. So Anti-Fatigue mats to the rescue it was. I found that the fatigue mats were the perfect low-cost alternative to the very very expensive sound studio grade foam, and that it worked just as well.
Now with the anti-fatigue foam comfortably resting under my speakers I have crisp and clear sound. Just perfect for some old and some new vinyl listening enjoyment. You can find a purpose for just about any mat, and with that many different purposes for any mat. I found mine, what is yours?
October 1st, 2013 by Stag
Mats of all shapes and sizes are quite literally, right under your feet. At all times, in all manners or places and purposes you will find an entire army of mats at work. These silent partners go mostly unnoticed by most. Having emerged myself completely into the secret world of these mats I now see and find them everywhere I roam. For example last night I was out with a few friends; catching up and having a few drinks at our old watering hole. On the way out we all walked over, yet I was seemingly the only one that noticed the Crosshatch Entry Mats at the back door.
Each time I enter a retail location there is always some type of commercial entrance mats. These mats simply sit there, ever hard at work. They are the gate keepers of the corporate and retail empires. Commercial mats and rubber tiles line the production floors of the factories the produce some of your favorite technological items. From Televisions to Cars; their corridors are lined with Anti-Fatigue Mats and rolls or rubber. Their front offices guarded by office mats.
Mats are the silent partners of industry and if you look closely you will find them in all their various incarnations. The next time you’re out and visiting your favorite stores or haunts, turn your eyes to the ground and take a moment to notice the nameless workers beneath your feet. The mats are everywhere!
August 16th, 2013 by Ben Gonzalez
Another month is upon us and another third Thursday of the month for that matter. Yesterday was our Canoga Park Art Walk (or Third Thursdays as we hold it in the summers on the third Thursday of every month) and it was my distinct honor and pleasure to shed my sales hat and put on the sound guy hat. Since this event is completely organized by volunteers, there were little options more fitting than I due to owning and operating all my own gear AND because my day job is about 5 minutes away from the event. As a result, my trustee partner in crime, Mr. Stag and I quickly left the comfortable zen of selling gymnastics, commercial , and dance accessories for the brutal assault that is stage management and audio engineering.
Something that would’ve been handy (besides a better power amp as the one I brought blew out two songs into our last artist) would be some anti-fatigue mats. After carefully crafting a well balance sonic presentation for our audience, I still had to stay put (as any good engineer would) and monitor levels, check for noise (there was plenty) and enjoy the fumes right next to the generator. All the while managing the set times, kicking overzealous bands off stage, and partying it up with the resident DJ Phitoe. If anyone is local to the San Fernando Valley, Third Thursdays happens next on Aug 5th. Come by and pay me a visit. I won’t bite… hard. And I’ll be sure to bring me my marble fatigue mat this time.
August 16th, 2013 by Kelly Green
Hello true believers, we are back to Blogsville after taking some time off for the Independence Day Celebrations. I realize that many of you must be burning with desire to learn what tidbit of knowledge the “MatsMatsMats.com Blogging Krew” has in store for you.
By now you must have realized that each blogger has their own special style of imparting valuable information to you.
When Chris speaks of anti fatigue safety mats or home flooring, he always waxes poetical as he pulls deeply from his own life’s journey. Sentimentality and pathos, at times, run rampant as he waxes poetically from entrance mats to trade show flooring. One can almost imagine him in a dingy little loft, laboring over his latest treatise, “Somehow I must REACH THEM!”
Ben, on the other hand, often slings cold hard facts about like a fry cook with 10 orders on his docket. He does this with a surgeons skill whether talking about Yoga Mats or rolled rubber flooring. “I found myself pondering in very deep ways the nature of the universe”. Yes, my friends, our Gentle Ben is a conundrum wrapped in an enigma, surrounded by a mystery which has all been stuffed inside a philosophical musician who blogs about floor coverings.
Stag is much like a cartoon character. “STAG SMASH!” As an example of this unrelenting verbal violence, I render forth these typical “Stagisms”. “I started hacking and chipping, and banging away on this little project of mine.”, “. . . we all know cats are very finicky and picky. . .” completely and utterly annihilating the rented skates”. THERE! Have you ever HEARD of such unfettered rage? His takes on martial arts flooring and all things excersizish are legend.
I, of course, am your sweet voice of reason; I present useful and pithy dibs and dabs of knowledge reaching from Anti-fatigue mats to Zafus. I illuminate and elucidate with a certain je ne sais quoi. We all have our market of fans and followers as each of our voices are unique and highly defined. Except for Stag, he’s just scary.
July 15th, 2013 by Chris Aviles
There’s that saying that says you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink. Well the same applies to your employees. You can do everything in your power to make sure you have the proper safety equipment, but unless you inform your people how to use them properly you may still be in for a lawsuit.
I’ve blogged a few times about the lack of anti-fatigue or a drainage mat at school and was a little surprised when I walked into class the other day and noticed there were non-slip drainage mats in the dishwashing area. Problem is, my classmates seem to not know how they work. I tried telling them to stand on the mat or make sure the mat is in it’s proper place; the response I received was “I’m not paying attention”. I guess that’s a valid excuse, but as an employer how do you ensure your staff is being safe?
There are a couple of options. You can make sure the non-slip anti-fatgue mats or drainage mats you purchase fill the entire space, that way people would have no choice but to stand on a safety surface. Additionally, and this is something I had a customer recently do for her bar, you can purchase matting with “safety borders”. Safety borders draw attention to the mat so there is less risk for trips, but in the case of my classmates and my customer’s bartenders, they will draw attention to the mat for the purpose of actually using it.
Our Tru-Tread Anti Fatigue Mat is my favorite option when it comes to anti fatigue mats because not only does it have drainage holes, it offer protection against fatigue and can be bought in sections (with connectors) to create odd shaped areas. This is perfect for ensuring total area coverage and the most safety for your staff.
June 28th, 2013 by Kelly Green
The Department of Labor recently conducted a series of studies with the intention of giving numeric values to the amount of relief offered by anti-fatigue mats in a working environment that is using a primarily concrete flooring surface.
The conclusion of the studies will, no doubt, earn several Nobel prizes. The resulting answers are as follows : Anti-Fatigue mats are of great help.
Here’s a suggestion fellas, ASK the WORKING STIFF! Whether you are on an assembly line or behind a register at the local “Bag O’ Groceries” store, standing on a hard surface is horrible and standing on a cushy mat is better. TAH DAH! Can I have the grant money now?
“Test methods included infrared thermal imaging, body temperature sensors, calf circumference measurement, cognitive testing and a questionnaire regarding body comfort where participants registered their scaled ratings on levels of comfort or discomfort as well as levels of fatigue/tiredness. Eight different anti-fatigue matting samples were provided.
The subjective results showed statistically significant benefits to users of anti-fatigue floor mats when compared to standing on a concrete floor, especially to the lower and upper legs and lower back areas. The comfort comparisons between the ‘mat’ and ‘no mat’ conditions after 90 minutes were significant with benefits experienced to both thermal and postural comfort.”
Director, Richard Cooke says, “We are very pleased with the results of this study and would like to thank all those involved.”
•Anti-fatigue matting helps to promote regular movement as the feet naturally adapt to the cushioned surface of the mat. The movement of muscles contracting and expanding is very subtle but is enough to reduce, even prevent in some cases, the health risks associated with standing by increasing blood flow and helping oxygen reach the heart.
•Increasing comfort by installing anti-fatigue matting helps to improve concentration, reducing the potential for accidents, and also helps to increase productivity.
•Back pain is a huge concern for employers and extremely distressing for sufferers. The scientific study confirms that the use of floor mats has a beneficial effect on the postural comfort to those who stand for long periods of time compared to standing on concrete.
The New name for the Department has been officially changed to The Department of Understudied Habitats, or DUH for short.
May 28th, 2013 by Ben Gonzalez
I was curious to go watch the new Iron Man movie last night at a midnight showing. I quickly realized I can’t hang with the late night showings anymore. Not at my age, anyway. How sad is that? Lately, between random bouts of insomnia, under-accomplishment blues, and marital woes, it can be extremely difficult to stand being surrounded by rowdy teenagers and all their witty anecdotes during the previews or the pre-show entertainment; a random flurry of local CPA’s, hair stylists, and tax lawyers all mixed in with useless celebrity trivia and Coca-Cola advertisements which, mind you, work like a charm. I got the largest syrupy coke they had to offer.
In my quest for searching for a blog topic, I was literally about to ask the girl at the concession stand what kind of anti fatigue mats they were standing on. Perhaps some Performa or other non-slip drainage mats? I stopped myself. I knew that If I opened my mouth not only would I ooze depression and desperation for some conversation, but this young female worker might assume that I’m hitting on her and I wanted to spare myself and her the embarrassment of having to clarify that I am not awkwardly trying to hit on her, but I actually really do have in interest as to the fatigue mats she is standing on.
After a nice long narrative involving good ol fashioned American exceptionalism (Mandarin in this movie, however, is not Mandarin at all), I found myself pondering in very deep ways the nature of the universe as I often do after a sci-fi action movie. When I got back to my car, instead of driving home, I drove up to a nice dark empty spot just outside the valley. Low light pollution but not quite rural yet. I went to the trunk and pulled out the embossed yoga mat that I had “borrowed” from work. You see, whenever a yoga mat order gets placed with an embossed logo on it, we get a free unit to make sure it is up to par with what the customer received. I got to keep this particular one since it was, unfortunately from an older plate manufacturer we no longer use and was not as nice as the rest of our regular lots. I hastily (I had precious little time to do so as I still had to be at work the next day) unfurled the yoga mat across the hood of my “new” car and watched the stars while sipping on the last of my watered down coca-cola. At that point, I felt small and insignificant enough to suddenly not care about any of my particular woes. The stars just guided me for the next hour and a half.