Friday, July 2, 2010

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!

Keep dancin'

Thursday, July 1, 2010

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


Keep dancin'

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

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

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

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....

Keep dancin'

Monday, June 28, 2010

I had to...

Now that it's been a week since the NBA playoffs finished and the feelings of vomit have subsided, I feel that I can express myself once again without that nauseous feeling overcoming me every time I go onto the web and click some link only to have Kobe's or Pau's face pop up.  I mean Facebook at one point suggested I become a laker fan.  Which brings me to the question - who else is against the Celtics?

No, I won't be going down that road, not today.  With a rubber match to come in this generations Celtics-Lakers rivalry, my shit talking won't take place until after that third series is played out.  In the meantime I've focused my athletic watching efforts to the World Cup in South Africa where many disappointments (like Italy and France not getting by the group round) has shocked a great many fans, both of the teams and of soccer in general...

The problem once again lies with the question of how efficient the referees for the matches are, when such trivial calls like a goal scored are mis-called and teams play with deflated emotion.  The WC has taken a lot out of all these teams, especially the teams currently still in the hunt, but it's a difficult blow to any players psyche when calls are effectively keeping their team out of the next round.  I heard FIFA may give in and bend to using some technology in order to identify whether or not goals are scored, and although it would slow the game down a little, i think the fairest (especially in world level games like this) solution would be to institute this technology and make sure to get those calls right at least...



Moral:  Be far superior than the competition, this way refs can't control the outcome of the game...

Keep dancin'

Friday, June 18, 2010

I've lost hope for the NBA

I'm disgusted.  I am thoroughly disgusted.  I want to vomit at this very moment.  As a basketball fan congratulations to the Lakers.  Also as a basketball fan FUCK YOU NBA OFFICIALS!  Yes there were missed calls on both ends but when there is a 20 point foul shot discrepancy there is something wrong.  How can you not call the fouls by Pau, by Kobe, and then Ron who acts more than most soccer players?  The double technical when Ron swipes his forearm across Pierce's face?  FUCK YOURSELF NBA OFFICIALS!



Then you turn around and call this tic tac fouls on the Celtics, something like 16 foul shots by the time there was 4 minutes left.  The game was practically handed over, plus it didn't hurt that Ray was missing bucket after bucket.  Am I frustrated, yes, because the games shouldn't be decided with 20 extra foul shots, i'm also frustrated because our original starting 5 wasn't out there...but I can say that they never beat our starting 5!  BITCHES!  

I know that Bynum was a no factor, and if he had been healthy, along with Perk, the results could have been the same, or different, it's just annoying.  This chafing feeling won't go away for quite some time too.  It's probably going to be a rash by the time the NBA season starts at the end of October.  Either way, no team really wins in this situation where it goes 7...it's just a technicality.  Also, for the record, Kobe will never be Jordan, stop comparing him...Jordan will still nail him to the wall......but the Celts are still 9 out of 12 against LA in the Finals, and still own more championships...so suck on deez big ol' green nuts while you enjoy your tainted championship with the refs as your 6th man!!!!  FUCKING FAKERS!



Moral:  When human officiating is involved in games that have a great deal of money, corruption peeks it's ugly head...


Keep dancin'

Thursday, June 17, 2010

KP is out

I was listening to the audio from the staples center when Kendrick Perkins was speaking of his injury and how he will be unable to partake in the game 7 final against the lakers tonight.  Walking slowly onto the podium with his crutches, he is asked how he feels mentally and physically and responds with it hurts more mentally than it does physically.  He says that this is probably his last opportunity for him to get to the finals and when asked for a message for his team he said this isn't about him, he wants his teammates to stay focused, for no one to worry about him, but to stay focused and win the game (and at this point I'm hurting inside)...he goes on to say that it's the last game of the year and to make sure to play hard and leave it out there having no regrets at the end of the game....

I hate to see a player, any player (laker, celtic, etc), get hurt in any capacity, especially one with a great heart who plays hard!  I was getting upset when Jackson was playing Bynum, not because Bynum was a threat to the C's but because of his career.  Bynum, much like Perkins, works hard and plays hard but watching him play injured bothers me, and hearing players who want to play through injuries (young players) bothers me more.

I don't think they realize that for one ring and a championship, a player like Bynum, and Perk if he could, would risk a further injury to an already severe injury for a game.  Yes you want to help your team, but will you help your team or hurt it more by playing?  You will almost surely injure yourself more and in doing so be worth less come time for contract negotiations, which managers around the league i'm sure are fine with...one thing is for damn sure though, tonight's game is going to add to the epic rivalry between the celtics and lakers!



Moral:  Sometimes you have to be selfish and take care of yourself first...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Atrocious!!!!

Absolutely Atrocious.  I'm referring to game 6 of the 2010 NBA finals.  A game where the Celtics got their teeth kicked in by a bunch of ragamuffins lead by kind weasel Kobe and his band of misfits; yes kobe looks like a weasel.  Pau "rondo touched my left hand while I dunked it with my right - where's the foul" Gasol who looks like a fucking llama and Andrew "over the back" Bynum who caused for Perkins injury...

If you haven't noticed, I'm bitter.  I'm angry that the Celtics who played a terrific game 5, minding the turnovers, came here with swagger and let go of a game because they were up 3-2 in the series.  That bothers me.  I really had high hopes that the veteran Celts, tasting blood, were going to go in like sharks for the kill.  Not miss layups, open looks, elbow jumpers, and play without any ferocity.

To top it off Perkins future is uncertain now for game 7, so my enthusiasm for the upcoming game has lost some air.  I'm still confident in Doc's ability to coach given circumstances and I'm sure he will be ready, however, this series, along with the 2004 red sox, have taken a collective 42 months off of my life.  It's also fair to say that the David Stern, quoted for saying his ideal finals would be LAKERS VS LAKERS, got what he wanted (with the help of refs), so don't you lakers fans talk shit, you fuckin know game 1 and game 3 were handed over to the lakers.  If you call bullshit I will sit down with you and go over games 1 and 3 foul for foul - replay for replay...so suck deez nuts while you keep routing your weasel on!



Moral:  When "human error" is involved, any number of improbable outcomes becomes probable...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Day 5

After the long drive to the city of brotherly love and subs so greasy I went to bed right after eating one.  I awoke to the sun shining in my face, cause the hotel didn't have dark blinds, which kinda erked me however I got over it, by pulling the comforter over my nice face!  I moved around and it hit me like a ton of brings.  I didn't have it on the drive down and I hadn't had it on Saturday yet either - COFFEE!!!!

Already with withdrawals two days into an accidental cleansing I made a decision right there to not have coffee for a good while.  This happened to me years ago when I was drinking DD's small black coffees and tried to ween off them.  I had the nastiest most splitting headaches for a good week.  Not as intense (probably because I switched to Starbucks) I find myself in a similar situation now, however the headaches aren't quite splitting my head in 3-5 pieces.

I'm not going to make promises like I did with the working out for 60 days straight (cause I blanked on that) but I am on day 5 with no coffee.  I am taking a step to remove caffeine out of my diet.  It has already been difficult with the headaches creeping at my regular coffee break time.  Not sure what I'm going to do now that I won't be having coffee, will I still go for the coffee run and not get it?  Like i said it's going to be a challenge, so maybe for now I'll go for the runs.  Until then, I'll deal with the pain....


Moral:  Caffeine is a helluva drug - and yes greasers and greasettes - it is in fact a drug

Keep dancin'

Monday, June 14, 2010

No matter what

You will hit traffic at the GW!  Going or coming, it doesn't matter.  Morning, evening, or the wee small hours of the night - it doesn't matter.  The fucking George mother fucking Washington bridge has traffic at all hours of the day!  For those of you who don't get the pleasure of sitting in a hot car bumper to bumper a little before, during, and a little after the bridge consider yourself lucky!

I've gone over that bridge a fair amount of times and every time it's the same thing.  I get to about a mile from the foot of the bridge and end up having to sit in probably a half hour to an hour of traffic just to get over the fucking thing.  You may say to yourself, take the tap, sarvosh?!  Well, the tap is out of the fucking way!  Well, it is and it isn't.  The amount of time I sit in traffic is the same amount of time I would have to drive around to get to the tap.

You could argue that I would gain gas miles by not sitting in traffic, and you would be right, but I made that argument so you have no say in the matter now do you :-P.  Well, I have found a greasier way around the monstrosity!  I take a couple different routes now that lead me to the foot of the bridge without ever seeing 95!  FUCK 95!



Moral:  Do your due diligence, sit in that traffic til you find a way around it...

Keep dancin'

Friday, June 11, 2010

DJ Eddy K - World Dance Mix

One of my favorite DJs - DJ Eddy K had posted this a while back and I thought it would be greasy of me to post it on this funktacular Friday!   It's fresh, upbeat, has a significant beat per minute count....and it's spun by one of Boston's best!  As I drive down to visit many of my good friends at the second wedding of wedding season for me I will be listening to this CD for a good few hours.

He starts with a world house track and then moves to a Brazilian tune, and then a progressive house track, then into French house and on and on and on.  The man brings the world to you in a hundred and twenty minutes of pure fun.  I can already see myself dancing in the seat of my car as I drive down the Merritt Parkway getting ready to get my dance on at the wedding...

In true Eddy K fashion he brings his talent to the stage once again with a sound that only the swagger of an experienced DJ can pitch to the masses.  If you haven't started playing the session while reading the rest of the post today you've done yourself an injustice and offended me.  Don't be obtuse, click the link and enjoy the sounds coming from the finely greased wheels of steel!

http://soundcloud.com/dj-eddy-k/saint-night-club-boston-march-2009-mix-1-djedyk

Moral:  What a wonderful world....

Keep dancin'

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Pivotal?

Now that I have calmed down from that bullshit loss to the fakers and reviewed some of the game material, I can with complete confidence say that this series will go to 7 games.  The reason, payday for the NBA.  It is in the best interest of the NBA to push the series to 7 games as people will overpay scalpers for tickets just to be at a historical game.

Yes, the celtics have beat the shit out of the lakers 9 out of 11 times they have met in the finals, but the new breed green has only met purple and gold once technically, and won.  So if the fakers from LA do manage to win this series, the rubber series will be next year.  Until then, the NBA will continue to pay it's officials to miss calls for one team or the other until game 7, where I presume it is going to be an all out brawl (not in the literal sense) until the last second ticks off.

Don't get me wrong, I am still claiming the celts win in 6, but that's the part of me that has some hope the NBA hasn't turned into the WWE (previously known as the WWF) where the refs know the outcome before the wrestlers themselves.  We all know the blemish free past that the NBA has had with their officiating (scoff) but I still want to believe that games are officiated fairly.  I'm no sore loser, if I lose I lose, but I want to lose fair, not to technicalities, and definitely not to missed illegal screens and phantom pushes...

FINISH THE UNFINISHED BUSINESS JELTS!  COMMMEETTTTTEEEEHHHHHEEEYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Moral:  You are what you root for, so don't be fake...be green, be greasy!

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Greasiness is special

I was going to take this moment this morning to write about the goose egg that Ray Allen parented last night but I refuse to talk about them at this current moment.  Instead, I decided to share some positive greasiness with you. The man who laughs, spokes, speaks, drinks and brings a very good bottle of wine over his friend's house for dinner.

The man is is Jose Mourinho!  Manager of Real Madrid, proprietor of greasiness.  He is passionate as he is slutty with his salt and pepper hair.  Having a resume as impressive as Phil Jackson's, Mourinho made a leap from small time to the prime time and hasn't looked back since.  From Barcelona to Chelsea to Real Madrid he is one of the most animated coaches...

He asks that his words are written and not what reporters chop up.  He welcomes punishment.  He dances with fire!  My good friend the Irishman provided me with the following video clip to get me going for the start of the world cup.  The man exudes grease, as does Mike T!  You can't deny the greasiness, embrace it as you embrace your child!



Moral:  Passion is grease!

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Ahem, Ahem....

Now that I brushed that grime off my teeth the words off this page won't smell like a baseball player's foot after a double header in the middle of summer.  I just got done with  one of 3, maybe 4 final meetings from SW.  Not a week has passed but the freedom from the meetings has made it feel like it's been a month off.  Amazing how doing something daily to stopping cold turkey will give you the sense of liberation.

However, in the words of DJ Kool - Let me clear my throat!  The past few months working with one of the greasiest crews in SW, we managed to pull together a magnificent weekend.  With minor speed bumps along the way, what seemed to start off as a slightly rocky weekend due to hotel concerns my crew and I turned out a problem free weekend for 450 plus participants, and hopefully some procreation (later in life of course, greasy, yes), but for many this weekend is where someone found their husband or wife.

I'd like to thank everyone, especially for those who provided assertive suggestions for coming years, for their participation, for their help, and mainly for their enthusiasm to attend a weekend unlike others they have attended in the past.  It had the air of a more mature crowd but I had the sense that when the participants arrived, a waft or two of that impression we sought to provide was without a doubt absorbed with full gratitude.  Made all those long nights and hick-ups worthwhile.



Moral:  The party don't start til you walk in!

Keep dancin'

Monday, June 7, 2010

Don't call it a come back

Knocking the dust off the keyboard since March 26, I return to claim the throne of greasiness. I feel some sort of explanation is due for the unannounced sabbatical, as I've been asked from some old readers when I would post again. I wasn't planning on taking so much time off but alas, due to some commitments that are now off my plate I am back to write on a regular.

It wasn't an easy three months. Have had a lot of good things happen which took a great deal of work; late nights, Chinese food, and some Dos Equis helped keep my eye on the prize. Did a lot of thinking, some reading, and a not as much dancing as I would have liked but things have become a bit clearer for me now.

I've decided to take the challenge on of going back to school to take a couple classes. Applying for what is a fairly difficult program at a school not far from my home. It's going to be demanding but I feel that I am up for the challenge now that I have refined some of my life goals renewing a passion deep within me.



Moral: Sometimes doing something simple and repetitive provides one with the unintentional time to clear stale thoughts, synonymous with opening a window after your grandfather let's out his fermented masterpiece...

Keep dancin'

Friday, March 26, 2010

get ready to get fired up...



Not as funky but it is still funky and it is still house and it still does make me want to get fired up and dance. This long week has come to a close and it's going to be a long weekend. Got a few church obligations, some more work, smoking cigars, and watching dvds. It does get aggressive at times...

Not only that, i've got to check my fire alarms, vacuum the house, maybe go to linens and things if I have time...i do need new bed sheets...never mind I got some under my feet right now...i knew i didn't have a real foot stool...the only thing is now i have to go to linens and things to get myself a foot rest...

Nevermind - I'm off to eat a one pound burger and prepare for an amazing weekend....

Keep dancin'

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I'm a little teapot....

Short and stout...here is my handle...hear is my spout...

I've woken up at an un-Godly hour for the second day in a row and it's starting to take it's toll on me.  As promised I will focus  on my workout routine which I was speaking with my boy @ about and he forwarded me some relevant information and motivation in order to get myself kick started again...

Now the trick isn't to over do it but I like to do it over easy like my eggs, and get things done quickly.  The only problem is the complete dedication that it requires from me, who has been disinterested in becoming healthier, and thoroughly focused on becoming greasier...



Moral:  The grease will win...it's just a matter of it being in me or on me...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Have I kept up with it?

I tried to keep up with it.  The small activities throughout the day, lots of walking, making sure my posture is correct to keep my body functioning properly but I caved.  I had a weekend full of greasy food and more greasy junk food.  It was spectacular actually, like old times...the fat kid came out...

I sat there kicking the shit out of tekken 6 drinking soda and eating junk food.  Hours earlier I had eaten a half rotisserie chicken with baked zucchini and mac & cheese...don't forget the bread stuffing, and top it off with the greasiest of greasy gravy - and I was in heaven.  The food was melting in my mouth, the end was in sight before I began...

The plate devoured before any portion of it got cold and I had room for more.  There have been times, I must admit, that my eyes have been hungrier than my stomach, but this was not one of those times.  I woke up the next morning and ate 4 eggs over easy with home fries, toast and bacon, just because I could...now here we are, Wednesday...hump day...but I've got a 12 week plan ahead...and this time I won't cave (it's only 3 months)...


Moral:  I need grease, ok...and so do you...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, March 23, 2010



Music for serenity.  Music for reflection.  Music for freedom of the mind and soul.  I listen to this to calm the thoughts that run through my mind at the outrageous speeds that they run.  The thoughts that usually start in the rear and proceed to smash against my forehead at times of nonsense and things of that nature.

When my schedule gets loaded with meetings and I feel as though things come from all angles, relentless in attack, I turn to classical music to remove the plaque that stains my mind as it isn't worth it.  It's not worth it, I remind myself.  It's not worth it.  Even when it is worth it, it's not worth it.  I'm not curing cancer, just trying to make things work efficiently and seamlessly.

The lack of efficacy in the day to day is the human comedy.  If everything was always smooth we wouldn't have joy, because we wouldn't have pain to gauge it off of.  Vis-a-vis the yin-yang symbol; you need a little yin to your yang, and vice versa...but how do you maximize the one you'd like to have more of...



Moral:  Gears work seamlessly when greased...

Keep dancin'

Monday, March 22, 2010

It's bullshit

There I swore!  I sat down last night to watch the film "Above The Rim" with Tupac, Leon, Duane, and Marlon.  Excited since I hadn't seen it in years I eagerly selected it off the on demand menu.  I hate commercials so this was perfect.  Plus you can't watch a movie with swears off TNT...

I start watching it and I hadn't heard one swear 10 minutes into the movie...I was shocked at first and then convinced myself that it had been so long since I'd seen the film, that I was imaging the swears left and right.  Then 20 minutes into the film I realized that I had selected the film from the TNT section of the on demand menu...

There is no reason in the world that even though TNT has the film uploaded that they should remove the swears from their films.  It adds definition to the characters when they let go and say what they will.  It totally ruins the movie (for me at least) when you have dick or jane try to mimic the pitch and tone of the word by the person acting in order to remove the swear...



Moral:  It ain't greasy when it's clean...

Keep dancin'

Friday, March 19, 2010

Here comes the deep funk...



Just another funktacular Friday tune to get you through some of your day and ready to party tonight...

Keep dancin'

Thursday, March 18, 2010

No more fried foods

I decided that it would be clever if I ate a large chicken parm with lettuce, pickles, hots, a little bit of mayo, and sauce a couple hours before.  You know, so I get all the energy from the carbs, plus add fries on the side and I thought I'd be good to go for my work out.  Full of energy and grease...

So I went off to my meeting after eating and about two hours later we finished up.  I decided to throw on my Pandora and listen to the Bob Sinclar channel I created.  Then I decided to pull out the deck of cards and go through my pushup routine (you remember the 430 within an hour).  I pulled the deck out and went through the first 90 without a problem.

Then I thought to myself - let me do some squat thrusts.  Now, I haven't done squat thrusts since the third grade.  Really - I'm not fucking around here.  I flipped over 4 cards and came out with 33 reps.  No problem, right?  Right?  WRONG!  By the time I got to 23 I was coming up like an old man who was getting off his donut he uses for his hemroids.  I, greasers and greasettes, finished the 33 and from then on decided to pull only two cards at a time for the squat thrusts...



Moral:  The joints aren't squeaking quite yet with all the grease I have coursing through them...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Party in the moonlight



and dance til the sun rise.....i can't help it - i'm going to dance through life...and this brings me to today's lesson on being greasy without being greasy...I was taking a shower after I had watched a fantastic movie full of blood and guts and gore and action...the film - Ninja Assassin...

Predictable, yes, if you were looking for the clues, however very entertaining for blood lovers, exceptionally entertaining for martial arts lovers, and overall a fair story with deep insightful thoughts by the master Ninja, although a bit cryptic and eerie at some times...the main thing I took away from the film was that my ass needed to train much harder...

fast forward now to me taking a shower and thinking to myself about training on rooftops in the rain going balls out.  This isn't a movie but the training of a martial artist that I know of.  The man works as a perfume salesman and once he is done he works out on rooftops after helping people with their illnesses.  Renaissance man - definitely...and he gets 4 hours of sleep a night - which is all he needs - he dances to the sun rise by training...



Moral:  Can you find the grease?

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

It's finally over with

With power lines down, streets flooded, detours all over the place, my basement a swimming pool, other peoples basements as well...the rain has finally accepted the victory it had over us 2 days ago.  It stayed an extra two days to kick us while we were down and give others flat tires and has now gone away, at least for the time being...

I can't begin to tell you my disdain for monsoon like rain.  Yes, we need rain, so droughts don't occur but I felt like it was about time to build a fuckin arc.  I couldn't walk without being ankle high in water - doesn't help that I'm short though...now I don't really hate rain, I like it when it's warm out - the white noise is relaxing and you have an hour or two or three where you can just watch it and be mindless...

However, I got to the point where I really wanted to punch the rain because it was incessant!  I've never wanted to hit anything so badly in my life to be honest.  I was thinking of opening up my trash can - letting the rain collect and beating the snot out of it just cause.  But alas, I realized I was thinking like a lunatic; cold flooding rain tends to get to me - especially when I'm watching dirty rotten scoundrels and need to leave to change a tire in it...



Moral:  Rain rain go away and fucking stay away you fuck!  I'm still bitter - so sue me!

Keep dancin'

Monday, March 15, 2010

Imagine a world



I know I try to keep it for Friday's with the house music but I figured to start the week off on the right foot - then the left - then the right - then bouncing - then hopping - moving your hands around - up and down - left and right....

Get the blood pumping people - it's a wonderful world and you're here to experience all that it has to give...even with the ups and downs this is still a wonderful world...I mean I was at work this past Saturday morning til 2am (got in at 9am on Friday morning)...and I kept listening to this song

Well the CD but you get my point - it got some pep in my step to keep me working well longer than I should have - also helped that I had the Kuerig to get my coffee on ;-)...so just imagine the endless possibilities that are available to you with positive thoughts...



Moral: Now go out there and try it....

Keep dancin'

Friday, March 12, 2010

Funktacular....



Nothing like a good house track to get your weekend started off right.  It's one of my favorites lately...Supafly's Be Together....as mentioned before - house is a feeling and no one can deny that feeling when you're confidence shoots through the roof - you walk into an endeavor feeling like platinum - sleek and shiny and cool and smooth...

It's the feeling when you  feel like you don't know enough before the test starts then you just smoke it.  It's the feeling you get when you first approach a girl not knowing if she'll say yes or no when you ask her for her number but you feel that you already got it.  It's the sync between your mind and body giving you total control...

That's house music - you let your body do what your mind wants it to do without being strung up.  You're reacting as opposed to pulling the strings of yourself.  That's the beauty of it.  Just let it all go and enjoy yourself while it's happening - like jumping off a cliff - you can't change your mind once you commit to it



Moral:  Get greasy - get after it!

Keep dancin'

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Who the fuck?

Goes to a Celtics game dressed to the nine in a neon green body suit?  The kid that wants to get on the jumbotron the whole night looking like a fool that's who.  I took my cousin to the Celts game last night cause he turned 16, got his permit, smoked all his classes, and is an all around classy guy (happy birthday minjiks)...

We're sitting there shooting the shit and checking out the beautiful ladies that were at the game (no joke Boston is looking solid right now - props) and we continue to see this guy dressed in green hopping around like a fool (I've done similar moves so I will put myself in that category)...so I said to my cousin and my boy Commander Zip-lock that I'm going to dress in all green and do the same...

Then of course we got on the topic of wearing numerous layers so as the sausage wouldn't come busting out at will...imagine walking around with wood wearing nothing but a green jumpsuit to a Celtics game only to get kicked out by security - could be a lawsuit that may make you a nice chunk of change...


Moral:  There's plenty of ways to make money in this world - a lot of them include being greasy...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

just a deck

After a long day yesterday - and I mean a long fucking day which included but was not limited to a lot of lab work, no coffee, a small bite for lunch, meetings, deliveries, pickups and other things of that nature - I was finally home.  So naturally committed to the promise to all of you I decided to work out...

So I pulled out a deck of cards and started flipping 4 cards over at a time.  I may have explained this before, but I doubt it so I will explain it now.  My boy Mahhhhky first introduced me to this type of workout routine.  You take a deck of cards, flip two cards, and like blackjack (aces = 11, paint =10 and the rest = the rest) you do that value in number of push-ups...

I've decided to do a mutant form of that where I include 2 jokers (each of value 25) and flip 4 cards at a time - average number per grouping is about 34 push-ups...and go through the whole deck...I used to go through it in a half an hour but since I've slowed down with the workouts I completed all 430 push-ups in just under an hour...and full push-ups mind you...



Moral:  It's always greasier to push yourself - but to start you can do card pairs, and switch off between push-ups and sit-ups

Keep Dancin'

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

This woman's got some pipes!

I finally got a chance to sit down and enjoy some new music that I was introduced to by a colleague of mine.  G-baby told me that I had to sit back when I had a minute and go through "The Very Best of Aretha Franklin" because it was just that good.  Since I didn't have much of anything going on last night I decided that I'd take her up on that challenge...

Full of soul and love the album knocked me on my ass.  From the first note she had captured me and I can't express how difficult it is to capture me as I have undiagnosed ADHD (Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder) and as such, I lose attention like I am doing now.  Back to the goods though - the lady has some pipes on her - I knew this from her classic track RESPECT...

However I had never listened to an album of hers, but her old school style worked really well for me.  Like Sam Cooke with his jazzy bluesy smooth sound, Aretha comes correct!  She's captivating (at least this album however I'd have to venture an assumption that she always captivates her audience) and so I'm going to have to keep my eye out for her albums on amazon....



Moral:  Always give any artist a try...they could easily become a favorite...

Keep dancin'

Monday, March 8, 2010

First time in six years...

Since I've strapped on a pair of ski boots and skis and hit the slopes.  Actually longer because the last time I skied I actually boarded for the first time.  I was planning on skiing but my gf at the time wanted us to try boarding and so I obliged.  The boarding was a good time - after a whole day I had wrist and coccyx also known as the tail bone...

Yup - couldn't help but continue slamming either my wrists or my ass cause I like to be great at everything that I pick up and try.  Needless to say I never got back on a board since - however - I'm not opposed to giving it another shot.  In the meantime I hadn't done much of any winter sport - unless you count shoveling fluffy white death a sport (since you do sweat!)...

I was a bit hesitant also because I hadn't been in so long that I thought I'd forgotten how to kill it when I did hit the slopes.  I went to the rental shop and entered my information - picked up my gear - kicked my fear aside and decided to tackle the black diamonds within two runs on the amateur trails...I write today victorious of a weekend that I  killed the trails - but couldn't win a single game of beer pong in......


Moral:  In the words of Warren B as quoted earlier - A climate of fear is your best friend...

Keep dancin'

Friday, March 5, 2010

MOOOONNNN RIIIIVVVVEEERRRRRR

Sang well off key however it's one of many classic scenes in the chevy chase classic comedy Fletch.  It's when he is undercover in the hospital getting a paps-mere exam conducted and is caught by surprise as the doctor injects - to which chevy replies by singing MOOOOOOOOOONNNNN RIIIIIVVVVVEEEERRRRR....

I've been on the film kick for a minute because my mind's basically been swamped with so much work lately that I enjoy the down time.  It's not clearing my head though so I have working out to solve that issue.  I went through my deck of cards (430 reps in case yall were wonderin') in just under an hour...

I used to do it within a half hour but that was when I was in much better shape than I am; granted I have only gotten back into working out 6 weeks ago.  As promised though I'm going to continue working out for the 60 day period but as I mentioned before - any activity is considered working out (long walk, jump rope, kung fu, etc).  I'm being honest but just not a nut like I used to be with the excessive circuit training...



Moral:  "Strangers in the night, exchanging clothing, strangers in my pants... " - Fletch

Keep dancin'

Thursday, March 4, 2010

The rookie

If you haven't seen it and care to watch it at least once in your life - it's worth the humor.  This kid breaks his arm and when it heals the tendons heal too tight causing him to have a stellar pitching arm.  There are hurdles, love, friendship, and other twists but the film has more...

It's got Daniel Stern!  He steals the film with his wardrobe.  The off color shirts, the crazy side burns, his eccentric behavior, the sees, the way he chews, his plaid jackets, the way he waves.  I mean the man steals the movie.  From home alone to Celtic Pride to the Rookie - the man has provided comedic relief in every film he's acted in...

In fact I haven't seen him act in anything but comedic roles.  I just did a quick IMDB search and found he's acted in 60 films or so and when you see him in Little Monsters - you can't not appreciate what this actor's brought to the silver screen in his years of dedicated work...the man's as greasy as they get...



Moral:  "Every little bit helps. Besides, now we got our new nickname: we're the Sticky Bandits" - Marv Merchants Home Alone 2

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

What is it with Cabbies?

They arguably have the worst job in the history of the world.  They get paid to sit in traffic and get told by people where to take them and so they hate the world and everyone in it trying to speed all over the place cutting people off without caution to any consequences of accidents and such...

I was driving my mother to work and two geese were crossing the road on a 4 lane (2 going 2 coming) road that ends in a culdesac.  I'm by the solid yellow and this cabby behind me gets bent out of shape - and decides to go around me from the right - only having to stop to the geese himself and then tried to cut me off almost hitting my car...I semi-lose my cool and punch it speeding around the geese and this donkey cab driver...i look in my rearview and he's pulled over 10 feet from where we were letting his passenger out...

I'm sure some cab drivers are cautious and care about their passengers, or themselves for that matter, but for the most party I just want The Office Linebacker - Terry Tate to just blast through the front side passenger door and drill the cabby out from the driver's door...then look at him and says something to the degree of a feet, pliers, a monkey wrench, shoestrings and anal beads...



Moral:  Do your job...and enjoy what you do...

Keep dancin'


Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Who's world is this?

The world is yours, the world is yours...until you get put in an institution for being out there and deranged.  I watched the film Shutter Island last night and I must say that the world seems a little darker.  It's a very strange and interesting story about love, loss, and everything in between.  The film directed by Scorsese is no raging bull - but in it's own right is a film to be enjoyed....

As you all know I don't do spoilers - except for movies I dub as shite and that's very rare - so please keep reading because nothing will be spoiled.  Leo is a WWII vet who becomes a deputy trying to solve a mystery on this Shutter Island where a patient has escaped.  The film takes place in nineteen fifty something and throughout the film we're reminded of the era...

The reason I saw the film is my cousin Dzl as he rarely suggests a good film for me to watch in the theater because so much junk has been on the silver screen.  However, he called me immediately after he watched this one and urged me to attend a showing because he wanted to discuss the film once we'd both seen it.  Just like the time we watched Revolver and stopped the film 15 minutes before the conclusion hit so we can start from the beginning and watch the story again to take it all in - Shutter Island (had I watched it on DVD) would have received the same treatment.



Moral:  Which would be worse, to live as a monster or to die as a good man? - Teddy Daniels [Leo] Shutter Island

Keep dancin'

Monday, March 1, 2010

welcome back

It's been a minute since we've seen each other. A lot has been happening in the past two weeks. I wasn't really on vacation but I just had a significant amount of work that needed attention, however, we're back on track now. There was also quite a bit of fun in the middle there as well...

A lot to discuss - but the most significant advancement is the addition at my hip. I am now the proud new owner of a blackberry world edition. In fact I'm writing this one from my world. I was also bright enough to go about updating the firmware prior to performing a back up of my numbers...

So for the past week or so I've been going around retrieving numbers from friends and family. The best part is when family members who's numbers I still haven't gotten message me and I respond to them with the "Who's this?" reply - it's just funny to see the verbal silence that proceeds...



Moral: BACK IT UP!

Keep dancin'

Monday, February 15, 2010

vacation

I'm taking a vacation from writing for two weeks. I apologize to everyone who reads my blog daily - just need a break from the norm for a little bit.

Thank you

Friday, February 12, 2010



The week's come to a close and of course there is nothing better than family, friends and house music to bring it to an energetic end.  I completed a seminar at work this week called managing personal growth where we had to discuss our values and assign priority to them.

I'm an open book so here goes - number 1 spirituality - this was actually interesting because I hadn't had that as my top priority - the course helps you figure that out - and in spirituality I not only place religion but also inner harmony.  I feel that inner harmony is a subset of spirituality and it's really a matter of perception.  I also include under spirituality soulful funky house.

I'm always searching for inner peace and at times struggle with it so I seek out God for a subjective response but also dance to house for an objective result.  The reason I put them together is an influential song I listened to some twelve odd years ago called Jack's House and the lyrics can be found if you click there.  Jack describes that house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless they are deep into the vibe of house.  I know it seems a bit abstract that the two can relate - but think about it this way - when you speak with God you let go and accept things as they are and begin to love what you have - when you dance to house you let go and accept things as they are and love the moment you're in...



Moral:  "You may be black, you may be white; you may be Jew or Gentile.  It don't make a difference in OUR HOUSE!" -

You may be black, you may be white; you may be Jew or Gentile. It don't make a difference in OUR House.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

American I-DON'T

Ya heard me!  American Idol - has turned into American I-DON"T...as in I don't care.  All these pretentious impostors posing as singers going up there and attempting their rendition of Lady GaGa's Poker face piss me off.  Not to say that there isn't talent - cause there is a shite load.  I can't sing for the life of me - and won't put anyone through the misery thanks to ex girlfriends and close friends who told me I suck at singing...I still love y'all

I watch the show and my body aches and twitches from listening to some of these people.  They've been lied to either by friends, family or think to themselves that they can sing.  It's synonymous to Freddy Krueger going over to the chalk board (yes think way back) and having his razor sharp glove scratch away creating that awful shrieking sound...

So I don't give a flying fuck any longer.  The show, which already started as a glorified karaoke contest, has now gotten more and more annoying where the producers enjoy ridiculing those that suck.  That's not all either - for some reason they get judged in hollywood week for group trials - why do they need to go all boys to men when the contest is dominated by the fact that your individual talent is supposed to be showcased?



Moral:  The show should require individual songs to be showcased to give the avenue for real talent to shine...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

With Honors

A dramedy filmed back in 1994 with an outstanding cast of characters that complemented one another so well that you're encapsulated the entire time with an exceptional performance by the man himself, Joe Pesci.  He's been in some great films in his career, Goodfellas, Moonwalker, My Cousin Vinny, the Super, and many others, however, I feel the character he portrayed in this film was the deepest in his long list of great products.

Joe plays a homeless person named Simon who is living in the basement of a library at Harvard University.  In some unfortunate incident Simon's residence gets uncovered by a Harvard student who dropped his thesis accidentally down a vent.  Simon was reading it, and thought it to be junk, and so was burning these pages for heat.  Well, you can see the drama unfold as Harvard - as Joe refers to the kid Monty as - gets Simon kicked out of the basement.

From here on out the building of a relationship begins slowly between the two, where Simon cracks political jokes in lectures at Harvard, pokes fun at Harvard continuously for his short comings, and eventually is presented with his own challenge (no spoilers for you) to overcome...it's really a terrific film about life, friendship, and appreciating all that you have around you...



Moral:  Look around - you've probably got much more than you need right in front of your nose...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I don't buy it...

I hate misleading commercials.  Number 1 lately is the taco bell commercial.  First and foremost - I've heard it's grade D beef.  Whatever it is - it's not grade A.  I hear that they get away with it because they can, and by can I mean they use spices that somehow allow for them to sell less quality beef.

Secondly - they use attractive ladies as the servers of the taco bell.  There is no fucking way that any girl who's that attractive is going to work at taco bell.  It's just not even remotely close to reality.  I don't understand how they are getting away with this false advertising...

On a side note - I was watching discovery channel and they had this espresso shop called Moo-Licious Espresso where the girls dress in all sorts of different outfits.  Now that's not false advertising at all.  That's what I'm talking about!  Sell reality - not a fantasy - even though fantasy is nice from time to time...



Moral:  Don't lie to your customers.

Keep dancin'

Monday, February 8, 2010

What a game!

Superbowl 44 was a terrific display of athletic ability and strategic warfare on the grid iron.  I had not vested interest in either team winning but I enjoy rooting for the underdog so automatically my vote went for the Saints.  Don't get me wrong - I'm a big fan of the sport of football and therefore I am a huge fan of Peyton Manning...

I couldn't stand him when I first started watching football.  A shortcoming of being a fan of Boston sports, however as time passed and my appreciation for the athletic ability of some of these super star players grew - my excitement for how players from rival teams play sports grew as well.  I'd like to think it's a level of maturity.  Don't take me wrong though - I'll still cuss and curse and kick and shout when my favorite teams aren't winning - but you have to appreciate talent...

Take for example the pass that Peyton threw to Dallas while he was covered by six saints for a 41 yard gain late in the game, let's also not forget he was rolling right while he was doing this and being chased by another 3 saints...I mean talent is talent.  But the day belongs to my boy Drew Breeezy...the man went out there in the second half and marched down the field with intensity and intent to win and after it was all said and done he brought his little boy out there to celebrate with him...


Moral:  Work hard - play hard - then you can most likely party hard like the saints are still doing at this moment...

Keep dancin'

Friday, February 5, 2010

Funktacular Fridays



Listen to the track above while you continue reading...I'm thinking of making a Friday post ritual where I would post some funky track that has been on repeat in my zune, but you guys can dictate that with your responses if you care to leave any.  This weekis a track I heard from a Bob Sinclair mix called Kariba 2005 by Faze Action...

The track is upbeat and tranquil at the same time.  I first heard the track a couple years back when my boy DJ Kid Bibz gave me some of what he likes to refer to as poolside house; my flavor of choice for house music to be honest.  The beat's got the undertone of something from a Caribbean Island - hence Kariba...

The best part of listening to this song, for me at least, is that since it's so cold and stormy here in the Northeast I can put on my headphones - lock myself up in the lab and think I'm off on a far away island sippin drinks that come with umbrellas in them and getting my tan on....kinda like what Doctor J is up to right now in Miami...



Moral:  Baby oil is greasy...it's also a tanning agent...use with caution...

Keep dancin'

Thursday, February 4, 2010

How's the saying go?

The early bird gets the worm?  Who the fuck thought of that?  A quick Google search reveals the solution to this.  It was an early British proverbial saying that meant being early leads to success.  There's also something to be said about being late - which is you probably slept for a few more hours since you had a fired up night...

That's not the case with me at all.  Today I was early to rise to take Doctor J and her girl L-boo to the airport so they can hit the sands of Miami.  It's 6am.  It's 17 degrees outside.  There's no sunshine.  God did not intend for man to be up at this awful hour for anything.  4am - ok you may still be getting fired up - 5am you're probably crashing - 530am you're asleep - 6am you shouldn't ever be awake...

The solution to this problem is that I will be going into work early today and testing out the proverbial saying.  I wonder how much success I will have in my work.  I'm definitely going to be in terrible need of caffeine most likely by 11am.  I don't even know what to eat at 6am.  Not only that I have a volleyball match at 7pm tonight and then the writing group meeting...maybe the proverb does work?



Moral:  Let's hope the worm isn't rotten...unless it's in tequila...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

One of my favorites

I did it yesterday morning and I did it again this morning.  A nice venti cup of americano with no room of course because it tastes good black.  Nothing beats the taste of watered down coffee bean.  Yeah fine call me a kitty kat but I am also the same person that went through three quad con-pannas...

That was an insane day - man my heart felt like it was going to come through my chest.  For you kitty kats who don't know what a quad con-panna is it's 4 shots of espresso with some whip cream on the top...yeah fuckin amatuers...now drink three of them and then talk to me...

No really though - a nice americano in the morning - I find starbucks espresso beans to be very fresh and the punch that it packs isn't much.  Not only that - for any of you on a diet like I myself am - it's only got something like 100 cals.  For a coffee that's really good - and it's a natural laxitive....



Moral:  Grease up the pipes for launch...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Out cold...

Somewhere between 930 and 945 last night I ended up getting knocked out.  I sat down for dinner and ate this spicy chicken slash rice slash eggplant-yogurt-dill concoction, watched the Cs win and shortly there after my eyes turned heavy and here I am up at 630 in the Ay-Em....

I don't recall being that tired yesterday but I did do something around 3000 jump ropes (no not all in a row).  Did a round of 500 (stretched), then 1k (stretched), another 1k (stretched), and blasted out the last 500 as quickly as possible - and guess what - no you didn't guess it - guess again - no, guess again - ok yeah I stretched...

Maybe it was the 3000 ropes, maybe it was the yogurt thing, maybe I was just really that tired and my body wanted me to take some more time and rest but it came as a curve ball when I woke up this morning with the TV on in the living room and my fat ass sprawled on the couch...btw don't use an everlast rope - they do anything but...try the nike speed rope if you're going to get after it...



Moral:  Either ease up on the ropes or watch what I eat - a controlled experiment will fix this mystery right up...

Keep dancin'

Monday, February 1, 2010

VOODEUX - The Paranormal....




Play the track while you read as you'll feel the earthy tones with just the right aroma for oak and vitamin D - It's one of the #Ten tracks that I got my hands on mixed by KiloWatts & Tanner Ross also known as VOODEUX.  The CD was given to me from my good friend NICE TO THE FACE yesterday and is a very good mix of techno house that is not my usual flavor but it's nice to listen to what they describe as "Halloween on wax"...


I've been driving around with it's brought about a different range of emotions in me.  It's a little more mechanical - steel - matrix type feel of music that I haven't listened to in quite some time.  A nice break from the norm really as it brought me back to when I enjoyed dancing to it at the axis (since closed) and a few other spots that played techno house like this...


So as my emotions were altered by the music it dawned on me that this may make for a great score for one of the films the writing group I'm involved with has been working on (of course at the discretion of Voodeux)...so I am going to pitch it to them and see what comes of it as nothing is definite until the 4 of us say it is...and piece the puzzle together...but it's another cloud in the brainstorm that is our direction...




Moral:  Step out of the box - to get back in...


Keep dancin'

Friday, January 29, 2010

Listen to this



What does it make you think of? I'm sitting down having a drink at a bar. Maybe something like a Russian Standard Vodka (you heard it here first - best vodka voted by me for me for you). Body's feeling a little warm - maybe I get some rhythm flowing through it. Really listening to the song.

The feet start to tap. I adjust my body weight from my left foot to my right, and then back to my left. Step - Step - Step - Step...then repeat. Getting into a bit of a groove I take another sip from my drink and cheers with my friends.

I'm going to be doing what I do best, socializing, dancing, and laughing about the nonsense that goes on in our daily lives. I can't think of a better way to cap off the work with except have a to a drink or two with my good friends tonight and see where the night takes us...then go ahead and start a brand new day...



Moral:  Find what caps your work week off - then make a party of it...

Keep dancin'

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Family Feud

The age old game where families stand face to face and answer questions in order to get to the twenty thousand dollar round of spit fire questions.  The show is fantastic for those of you who haven't ever had the pleasure to watch it.  I used to watch it and play the online version myself.

The games always got interesting answers for the most random of questions like reasons a child would close their eyes.  So they survey a hundred people on reasons a child would close his eyes of a longer than normal period of time.  Let's step back a moment.  A HUNDRED people were surveyed.  There are 6 plus billion people in this world and the reasoning of a 100 people for some reason makes a good subset.  Alright, we'll move on from that...

So they survey a 100 people and the top 6 answers are on the board.  You've got two strikes and the lady for the last possible answer says that a child closes his eyes to sneeze.  The entire family is ecstatic about her answer and we hear the big fucking X horn sound and everyone is disappointed.   Well no shit love, men, women, dogs and cats shut their eyes when they sneeze too.  Ok, I'm not trying to make fun of the lady but it just gets me when the person answering the question gets shocked that they were wrong...




Moral:  Don't act too shocked - everyone's wrong at some point - just sucks when it's for 20k...

Keep dancin'

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Day 10

50 days to go, I'm starting to feel the tightness and stiffness in my body.  I promised and I won't give up, but hear me out - I've had a long day, an even longer week, and a hell of a month, but I did put in the time.  I did something close to three thousand jump ropes today (no, not in a row) and stretched some.

I took a bit of a break after I got through the first thousand and lied down on the throw rug in my basement and felt the cold concrete pierce my back.  It was comforting and before I knew it I'd taken a 15 minute power nap to feel re-energized, re-vitalized, and re-invigorated to complete my work out.

I didn't set out to do three thousand.  I did set out to do as many as I could in a certain amount of time (forty-five minutes) and I will continue to increase that and maintain the same time.  Before I know it I will be back to doing cycle training and in shape enough to pull myself sideways on street signs...



Moral:  Ah the feeling of being in shape again....it's right around the corner...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

A nice break

From all this snow - and the rain ate away at some of that awful sand stained snow that was solid as a rock. Finally I am able to see the roads again and drive somewhat normally - however the pot holes are a plenty once again in some of these suburbs.

I don't understand how in the hell the pot holes come about - well I do - it's physics - the pavement gets weak and the plows don't do it any help - but man it's like a slalom trying to maneuver through these streets sometimes.

I'm just itching for the day that I can rock shorts - t-shirts and flip flops again to work. Enjoy the sun and a nice cup of coffee while sitting on the patio of my friendly starbucks - AHHHH Yes, I know, the lax work environment is definitely the best.



Moral: Don't break it if it's fixed.

Keep dancin'

Monday, January 25, 2010

It's going to happen

Black tie affairs and drinks and dinners and laughs with the best of friends and family.  It's the picture that's going to be a reality sooner than later for me.  At least, I'd like to think so.  My mother gave me some inspiration words the other day when I was a bit somber in my goings...

She said to me - if you had 10% of the confidence that I have in you, you'd already be where you want to be.  Definitely powerful.  Any mother has that power over her son anyhow.  These words resonated in my head the most though, for some reason.

I've got my support network - bigger than I think it is.  I've got the best family and friends anyone can every dream to have.  Thank you all who I know, who I've recently met, and those that I will meet along the way.  The ride's just starting - and I've just got on the dance floor once again....to the ibiza sund*



Moral: Listen to the music - and just....

Keep dancin'

Friday, January 22, 2010

Ahhhh the good life

Full of fun...seems to be the ideal.  Ideally what constitutes a good life though.  Sitting in the cigar shop I kick around ideas with those older and younger than me.  The older gentlemen are of the school that it's good to be young, and I agree, it is.  But what else?

They argue that the good life, when you get older, would be good if you have money.  I guess this is true as well.  As you have lost your youth, but I'm of the Sinatra school of thought where if you're young at heart then you are young.  A scotch would be real good right about now.

And what do you know it...no school of thought is more right than the other.  I'd like to think that whatever it is that makes you happy you'll know to go after with tenacity with the mindset that some day you will obtain it.  Like me and Selma Hayek - it's destiny...she just doesn't know it yet...




Moral:  Shoot for the stars...you may land on the moon but at least you shot for it...right?

Keep dancin'