funky disco beat for you this friday...

Enjoy this greasy beat as you sip on a vodka-rocks, a jack-n-coke, or a beer this 4th of July weekend...



Moral:  It's eazy beeeein greazy!

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I feel like....

Dressed in my Armani tuxedo, bow tie knotted to perfection, I am sitting outside a church in the evening where a friend has just gotten married.  It's just past dusk and the church is letting out for the bride and groom to come out together as Mr. and Mrs for the very first time.  Surprisingly I see familiar faces that I didn't think were going to be attending the wedding...

"Hey, how's it going?  What are you doing here?"  - "I came here to find you of course." - "Find me; how come you're looking for me?" - "Cause I need you to meet someone. --  And there is he, come on."  I am whisked away by my buddy who is leading me behind a tall gentleman that has two massive body guards so all I can see is his head over the body guards shoulders that strike a remarkable resemblance to the Great Wall of China.  Kidding, they were massive though...

The head of the man they are guarding has white curly hair in some sort of up-do.  It's not so much long as it is thick, brittle, and brick like.  Similar to what Kid wore but this guy's was a little shorter and the sides were flaring as well.  We get to the top of the stairs finally and he's in the corner, yelling, laughing, screaming, crying, and then he turns around yelling..."I feel like I'm taking crazy pills"...and then I wake...

Moral:  Some people need them


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The Bachelor/Bachelorette

I went to sit down with my mother for dinner in the living room and was about to change the channel when she noticed and asked me not to since she was enthralled with current episode of the Bachelorette.  Now, I regularly don't watch such shows but this particular episode caught my eye.  A beautiful lady looking to get married, yes I know you know the premise and so do I, but I feel like being redundant...A beautiful lady and her six suitors are in lovely Istanbul, Turkey.  I was born in Istanbul, so hence, my interest in seeing the city since I hadn't been back there since the age of 11.

I sat there watching and seeing how this woman went on numerous dates with all these guys and couldn't help think to myself, huh, I doubt this is an ideal way to find the person of your dreams.  I mean it's not hard to fall in love when you are in Tahiti with someone, or walking around historic Turkey, or Portugal, or Italy.  So, true to sarvelosheous form, I decided to google the success rate of the bachelor/bachelorette marriages, and came up with the whopping number of 1 out of 17 that are still married.  The 1, by the way, is rumored to being on the outs...

Let's just break this down shall we.  One girl(guy) goes on dates with a group of 25 men(women) and in 8 weeks between so many destinations is able to find the one they are meant to be with.  Sign me the fuck up.  No definitely don't. So what gives?  What's the purpose of this show besides good looking people moving on, the fair looking people being ousted, and the final rose being handed out only to have it's petals wilt away like that in beauty and the beast...it's simple...vanity...no wonder it's hard to keep these marriages afloat when your entire relationship was based on 8 weeks of knowing each other, selecting the best looking one of the bunch and traveling the world together - who can sustain that.

Moral:  Vanity killed the one woman in Seven, yet, it's destroying the way we continue to perceive how things should be...

Stop wasting your time (with being vain) and just keep dancin' to Culture Beat's Mr. Vain

18 days

Since my last cup of coffee.  Have I had urges?  Yup.  Have I wanted to drink the sweet nectar of the coffee bean in the form of a small black from Dunkin Donuts?  Yup!  Have I been itching for the sweet goodness of my latte from starbucks?  No...I haven't been itching.

As much as I love coffee, the smell, the taste, the social aspect, I've given it up cold turkey for the past 18 days. I didn't set out to do this, in a way I did though.  I forgot to get my usual afternoon social time coffee one Friday afternoon because I was driving.  I forgot to get it all weekend because I was having fun, and with no withdrawal headaches I decided to see how long I could put this off.

The interesting thing that I've noticed with this experiment is that I am sleeping heavier and have more energy throughout the course of the day.  I am still sleeping the same number of hours, however the quality of the sleep is there now.  Not only that, but I'm thinking that since coffee is a natural laxative, and that it dehydrates you, the drug was removing essential vitamins and minerals that I needed to give me energy.  I'm not saying quit cold turkey...but if you can give it a shot for a few weeks you'll likely feel the difference I did...

Moral:  Caffeine is a classified drug people, don't just dismiss it's control over you because it's served over the counter....

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