April 29th, 2014 by Chris Aviles
As a kid we all have dreams of being something amazing. Growing up in California, so close to Hollywood, my dream was always to be an actor. I am so in love with the entertainment industry and couldn’t imagine doing anything else. As I got older I transitioned from acting, to public relations, to management, to event coordinator and now as an adult I’m on my way to running or owning my own restaurant. Although being a restaurant owner isn’t the same as being an actor it’s in the same family. I realized that while I love becoming somebody else and having fun performing, it comes down to being entertaining and making people happy.
While I’m ever so slowly putting myself through school, I have this great job at MatsMatsMats.com where I’m still not very far from the entertainment industry I love so much! Weird..right? Well let me explain…
Along with every kind of mat you can probably think of, we also have a huge selection of Dance products which some of you may be more familiar with then you realize. Some of our Ballet Bars have found a home at Glee’s Mckinley High, our Mylar Mirrors danced all over the Stage with ABDC’s Fanny Pak, our Free-Standing Ballet Barre made it all the way to 30 Rock to show some new workouts on “The Today Show”, even our Rolled Rubber Flooring graced the stage of Hollywood’s Dolby Theatre for Cirque de Soleil’s Iris.
So while I’m a little more detached from the world I really want to be in, I get to peruse my dreams while working at a job that I can be passionate about. In a small little way, I get to be apart of the entertainment industry and help bring joy to people.
April 16th, 2014 by Stag
So, in keeping with my current trend of blogs; I have been working out quite a bit lately. This is a good thing as that pattern had never really stuck in the past. That is why I am in such good shape, and yes, round is a shape – insert obligatory emoticon winky-face here. Yet I digress, as I have been getting more a flare for this new found life style, I have certainly found myself experiencing other changes that were not anticipated. In the first few weeks after running or climbing at my local rock climbing gym I was simply exhausted. Even though it would be only 7:00 -8:00pm I would come home starving; eat my healthy what have you and slink into my bed and bear hug my body pillow for about 12 seconds and promptly pass out.
This was the ongoing pattern for at least three weeks, until out of nowhere I actually became more energized afterwards. So now after an intense work out, run, or climbing session with many falls onto the crash pads, I come home and eat like a rabid animal and instead of retreating immediately to my bed to fall asleep I just take that same body pillow that I would find such solace in; I would simply mold it into a reading pillow of sorts; MacGuyver my way around my home furnishings if you will. Now I find myself staying up till the wee hours of the night as I used to. The only difference now is that I actually wake up feeling rested and aware, which is a quite a nice change.
March 26th, 2014 by Ben Gonzalez
It is said that there are two types of people: Dog people or cat people. Frankly, I was unaware but they both sound horrifying. If I were to encounter either of these grotesque canine/feline human hybrid mutants, I’d run like hell. I have met people with affinities for regular non-mutant cats or dogs. Personally, I lean towards cats. They’re independent, quiet, clean, and compact. Dogs, however, speak to my true nature. Sweet, playful, sloppy eaters, and loud.
My girlfriend and I recently adopted a young Labradane named Jolie. She’s a Labrador/Great Dane mix and about 10 months old. She is a very big dog and very active. She’s given me a run for my money, quite literally, as my schedule now demands 2 hours of running and playing with her at either a dog park or the nearby lake in the morning, and again in the evening. And this is just on the weekdays. Training has been pretty good as she is intelligent and responsive. But a giant puppy is still a puppy. Much nibbling, much biting (playfully) and the occasional accident prone over excitement when mom or dad get home. The girlfriend will soon be be taking her to training classes and I couldn’t help but realize that she’ll probably be indoors at one of these giant dog training facilities. Selling our rolled rubber flooring for doggy day cares on a daily basis, it’ll be pretty interesting to see how well the floor holds up to the digging instincts of our new pup. Her nails are BIG and she is VERY strong. I’m pretty confident, though, that if it’s one of our surfaces as opposed to some of our competitors. It might make Jolie perk up in confusion and frustration as to why nothing is happening when she attempts to dig through to the center of the earth.
March 14th, 2014 by Stag
“ Rock the Casaba “
Well I am back into rock climbing. As is my nature, I skate from one thing to another; never really staying with one hobby for too long. Though rock climbing has certainly been my on again, off again mistress of the past few years. With so many rock climbing indoor gyms around the Los Angeles area, it really is hard to resist the temptation for long.
I recently began at my old stomping ground of a rock climbing gym, and I have to admit; I certainly missed that place. So over the last few weeks I have been getting back into the swing of things in this regard. I started easy, on what is referred to as a 5.5 grade climb. For the layman out there, all hills and grades actually have ratings. Flat things are a 1 grade and it goes up as the climb/walk is more difficult. So a good hike somewhere would be about a 3 grade. A 4 grade would be something that actually requires some slopped up-wards climbing but that would not require to be on a rope due to the fact that it is angled more down-ward and not truly vertical. Now once you get to a 5 grade that means that the thing you are climb is essentially a “wall” and requires you to be on a rope for safety. So it kind of starts there; a 5.5 grade is considered “beginner” level.
So with all the safety equipment in these climbing gyms like crash pads made of padded crosslink floors to take any impact if you slip from a small height, and pit mats for the free climbing area; you’re pretty safe being a fool up on some rocks. Not to mention the biggest safety equipment; your friend that is holding the other end of your rope, also referred to as being on belay.
So with all that, over the last few weeks of falling off fake rocks and landing on the gymnastics flooring and crash pads, I have finally reached a new record high for myself, I recently concurred a 5.9 grade wall. It may not sound like much, but you should have seen it. 40 vertical feet of awesome! I heavily suggest, in my non-medical option that you all try it at least once.
February 4th, 2014 by Ben Gonzalez
It felt nearly impossible to come up with something to write about this week as personal turmoil has reduced me to a state of late teenage angst. The plus side of that, is that I’ve been going through some of my old music collection and found some interesting stuff. It was weird, I don’t remember even owning this CD by Swedish Gothic Industrial Emo-Core heavyweights ‘Black Rubber Mats‘… one song caught my attention and I think brief part by part analysis is on order:
‘Solid Black’ (I think the name of the song alludes to being depressed)
Amongst thousands of rubber granules
I am occasional colored fleck.
(Talking about being Mexican in a mostly homogenous Umea, Sweden)
My heart easily trimmed if necessary
(Referring the author’s personal malleability)
Aesthetically pleasing, Multi-purpose
I may be, but I’m still just underlayment to you.
(Our vocalist is very complex… he feels that he has many talents, but still bares this weight that is yet unrevealed)
Factory sheared edges
(Yeah… this guys’ deep and clearly tortured. I mean, he doesn’t want to follow the mold but be his own person!)
Designed to provide
Excellent traction… even when wet!
Designed to provide
Excellent traction… even when wet!
(Man! This is the part of the song that really got me going! Just heavy searing guitars and synths with insanely pulsating drums while this guys is just SCREAMING at the fact that despite his angst and longing, he is just another manufactured good! Society has molded him to be just that!)
When he sings this, it’s very emotive. I think he is talking about the coldness of being isolated and being the only one that feels a certain way in an otherwise homogenous social condition. I tried to look them up online, but there’s only one picture I found. I’ve posted it for your information.
January 29th, 2014 by Ben Gonzalez
Another year has come and gone. It has left us with many great human achievements as a species, and I hope, as individuals as well. I can only speak for myself but, Christmas and New Years bear a special significance for me as they are the holidays which literally make me sick. I’m not talking about ideals, my gripes with materialism or the exchange of human culture for that of consumption. No. I’m talking about literally getting sick. Like the flu. Three years in a row now, I’ve been sick dead-smack on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I had to resort to copious amounts of symptom suppressors, lotion infused tissues, and Netflix. Lots and lots of Netflix.
During the course of these, I subjected myself to martial arts hits like Sidekicks, American Ninja, and other B-grade karate-chop fests. But one can never get too far from their work I guess. During the competition scene in Sidekicks (starring RIP teen heart-throb Jonathan Brandis and Chuck F-ing Norris) I saw them… crosslink foam mats, competition style flooring all strewn over the entire gymnasium. Beautifully colored and textured as if almost taunting me to think about the office.
At this point, I realized that the medication and symptom suppressors were starting to really take their toll on my coherence. It was like a bad acid trip where as the dull plot of this flick turned into a slow psychological interrogation where I revealed Freudian archetypes to a non-existent shrink. These, however, were not your typical “mother issues” anymore (I have none) but instead mutated into vague whispers of “1-3/8″ crosslink foam, 18oz vinyl… yes… very durable… competition style wrestling mats too..”
Needless to say, I drank a lot more NyQuil than I should have. Vick’s might owe me a check. For the plug on our widely read blog and for the near death experience I had on their “medicine”.
January 22nd, 2014 by Stag
Well, it would seem that we have all made it through yet another holiday season. Now with all of our loved ones and the gods of the holidays appeased with extravagant gifts of all shapes and sizes; we can all begin anew. I am sure that we all have some New Year’s Resolutions that need some of our attention now. The most common of these would be the good ‘ol “Loose Weight” resolution.
You may have even taken the extra steps to buying or having gifted some gymnastics equipment for the holidays, by those thoughtful family members. Some gymnastics equipment that by the way; may require some very handy treadmill mats and equipment mats to protect that precious flooring of yours. Or perhaps you’re starting some new routines. Maybe you went out and got a few yoga accessories to start taking classes. You know, shaking out the cob-webs sort of speak. Namaste to the max!
Maybe you’re thinking of making some room in your garage or basement for that home gym you’ve been putting off. You know to make room for the weight bench that you bought years ago. Just lay down some interlocking floor tiles and no gym memberships for you my friend. Make some room for those machines or even for some aerobics with some foam flooring.
Regardless of what you’re doing for yourself this New Year, I certainly wish you all the best of luck on your new ventures and passions. Keep up the good work!
January 9th, 2014 by Ben Gonzalez
It’s no secret that as we get older we get wiser. We also get brittle. Slowly but surely, our cells start braking down and what was once a pleasurable activity playing on the ground and getting your hands and knees dirty is now replaced by changing your oil on the garage concrete. And your reward (if you don’t know what you’re doing and spend too much time through awkward positions under your Ford-rrari Escort) is sore knees. Yes, sore knees. Now this could be just my fragile artistic genetics, and while we do have knee saver kneeling pads for such tasks, something a little more rugged and al encompassing might work better. A little more universal. Something that can allow me to roll the car into the garage yet not get completely eaten by the weight my car but STILL retain the softer and forgiving properties of foam. Hmmm… I was thinking perhaps something along the lines of rubber. Like a tuff-and-easy interlocking rubber tile but with the forgiving shock absorption of EVA foam tiles.? Does such a thing even exist?? I can’t keep making hard concrete floors my friend when all they want to do is hurt me! THERE HAS TO BE A BETTER WAY!
And now, there is!
However embarrassing it may be that a customer had to point out the obvious for me: interlocking soft rubber tiles are actually the best option for garage floor mats
that will have multiple applications. A fully installed rubber top interlocking an all around solution for kids that want to play dirty (on the floor that is) with their action figures and imagine whole worlds where GI Joe and Spider-Man team up to fight Gumby and his hordes of green, plastic soldier minions. Or play with their ipads while sitting on the floor… I mean, that would work too if they don’t have any imagination… or action figures. Geez… I’m old… I miss G.I. Joes.. and Ninja Turtles…
It’s also great as exercise flooring
for equipment like treadmills that get used or just look pretty in the garage. Dropped 50 pound dumbells at total failure from that last rep? No prob, Rob! These suckers come in 3/8″ and 5/8″ interlocking versions so you can rep away and not crack your floor! How about a drunken brawl with your friends? Not a broken bone will be had* if you just take it to the garage, boys. Need to be on your knees for a prolonged period of time…? You know… perhaps you are assembling some sort of complex Swedish furniture without reading the instructions and need that meditative period in front of all those pieces to figure out what the hell goes where. Say no more for comfort AND practicality will be yours. And finally, maybe you feel fresh out of ideas for writing your mandatory blog and you just need some quiet time away from your cat and your pre-wife (you can’t afford a ring and your too old to be calling her your “girlfriend”) to really sort out your ideas. Then throw some headphones on, turn your avant-garde classical playlist to ten, and stretch yourself out on your new tough, durable, rubber topped garage floor and let the ideas flow through you because you just pissed off pre-wifey. Keywords and context will soon flow through you like water. You’ll thank yourself later.
December 23rd, 2013 by Kelly Green
Why Padded Wainscoting?
What is it? What does it do? Why do I need it?
To understand these questions, one needs to grasp the complex nature of the origin of your typical padded wainscot panel. Before 1891, the wall padding was only used behind closed doors in the local mental asylums, and day care facilities . . . where the teachers would gather after a stress inducing day of preventing patients and/or children from lighting themselves on fire, to blow off steam by slamming themselves headfirst into the padded walls. Coincidentally enough, this practice is still seen in most typical homes with preteens, tweens and teens right around the time of report cards, first day of driver’s education and any date where the girl is a resident of the aforementioned household.
So what was this advent that catapulted the padded wainscot panel into the public eye? On December 21, 1891, James Naismith published rules for a new game using a soccer ball and 2 peach baskets on poles. With the invention of this new game, the awesome responsibility of naming it fell lightly on the inventors shoulders. “I shall call it, NAISMITHS GAME!” he declaimed. He was promptly beaten about the head and shoulders with the peach baskets. Then it struck him, “I shall call it BASKET GAME!” he cried in terror as the ball thudded against the side of his head. Thus “basket-ball” was born.
The first games had a frighteningly high injury rate as there were no boundaries, per se, just walls. The sheer amount of players sidelined with concussions, amnesia and displaced body parts dictated that a change needed to happen. Naismith, having been institutionalized for inventing a sport called “Synchronized Shark Taunt”, was quite familiar with the wall padding.
The introduction of padded walls was the singular most important factor in the sports meteoric rise in popularity, along with the introduction of backboards, the jumbotron “kiss her” screen and balls that were spherical rather than egg shaped. Some of these innovations may have come later rather than sooner.
Wainscoting is a padded panel that protects athletes and photographers from violent collisions with unforgiving walls. By utilizing stencil customization one could also promote the school or institution that the said panels were at. Here at MatsMatsMats.com, we are the proud purveyors of professional quality padding whether it be seamless flooring or pads for the walls. Whether you need a Rabid Wombat mascot stenciled on the padding or your team belongs to “The Pennsylvania State University New Kensington Campus of the Commonwealth College home of the Fighting Otters”, we can do it!
December 19th, 2013 by Ben Gonzalez
In the past few weeks, I’ve been working a sort of county fair at the local junior college. Pumpkin patches, children, and haunted mazes. Fun. As stage and technical director, it was my job to ensure that the stage was clean, the audio rig was hooked up properly, lighting, and when it was all set up, mixing sound for performers, bands, and dancers. Being an outdoor wooden stage at a farm center, there was dust galore. The majority of performers on the weekends were young dancers. Toddlers to teenagers dancing to Rhianna’s “Cake” (I won’t get into what is slightly perturbing about seeing stage moms rooting for their six year olds lip syncing all the words to such hits as “Cake”, “It’s all about me”, and mouthing things like “Don’t you want it?” while suggestively “dancing”. But… I am not a parent and maybe don’t understand what it’s like to say “no” to an aspiring young dancer wanting to get up on stage to do such things.
In any case, I got to see first hand how our Matlay Dance Floor works and does its thing. Every Saturday and Sunday for six weeks, I unrolled 6′x4″ rolls of Matlay, use vinyl dance tape to adhere them together, and let the little ones dance to their little hearts content. After having my ears perforated for 3-6 hours, I’d clean up shop and roll the Matlay Flooring
back up and do the same thing all over again the next day.
On the last three Sundays, interestingly enough, we had a local martial arts studio come and give us a demonstration. After doing some impressive choreography and sparring, they rolled out their Deluxe Bi-Layered Martial Arts Mats
to do some acrobatics of sorts. Backflips, somersaults, and eventually, my favorite, brick breaking. Brick breaking with their foreheads! Tough sons of mothers, these guys were.