I dance at my desk
I do! Now this post is not to be confused with Confession Wednesday #2: I sing out loud in my car. That was singing and this is dancing. Keep up!
I have a massive chunk of my digital music catalog at work, because I listen to music all day while I think of solutions to <a href="http://anonymouscoworker.blogspot.com/
“>Anonymous Coworker’s necrophilia issues. I’m kidding! I just wanted to steal some of his Google hits. Back to the point…
So I listen to music at work, but there are sometimes when I catch myself dancing in my seat to the point it’s hard to type. Is that so bad? I mean everyone needs a break to the daily grand sometimes so why not dance my problems away?
I just bought Soulwax: Nite Visions; it has a clubby beat with some rock tossed in (don’t ask why I say rock, but there is rock in it I’m telling you!) – I danced in my office to it yesterday during work, in my car after work, this morning on my way to work and I am listening to it now. I’m stomping my foot right now…
What’s my point? Well I never usually have one, I just ramble for hours on end…just like this lead in…
My point is that music helps my day go by faster and “better”. At lunch I close my office door, turn up the music and rock out while I eat, surf the web, do my homework and play poker. Forget the odd looks from coworkers, forget the background noise when you answer the phone: being professional is overrated! Just ask the professionals before you where it got them! Company car? Who cares! Bigger salaries? Who cares!
Dance, I say. Dance.
“The great omission in American life is solitude. . . that zone of time and space, free from the outside pressures, which is the incinerator of the spirit.”
– Marya Mannes
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Watch what you drink
According to Death By Caffeine: You could drink 175.50 cups of Starbucks Grande Caffe Mocha before croaking. Nice! What’s your favorite caffeinated beverage? Check out how much could kill you!
Now for the educational part.
About a year ago (or longer) I got in an argument with a close friend that you can drink too much water and die; this is called “water intoxication”. It came up in conversation with a few other people this month…so after looking up the caffeine-to-death link I figured I would do a little research.
Walah!
“Water intoxication was reported in 18% of marathon runners and in 29% of the finishers in a Hawaiian Ironman Triathlon in studies”
Published: Annals of Internal Medicine and in Medicine & Science in Sports & Exercise
Water intoxication [hyponatremia] has symptoms generally mirror those of dehydration (apathy, confusion, nausea, and fatigue), although some individuals show no symptoms at all. If untreated, hyponatremia can lead to coma and even death. Nice! This is a result of diluting the salt in your body and sweating salt out; thus why sport drinks have sodium in them.
Want more info? See WebMD
Worth a mention, good for a laugh
TGIF…it’s a “feature” day at BD@BS!! Yes, that’s two weeks in a row after a long hiatus of nonsense and other ramblings off to lala land. What? I donno, I was trying to be funny…on with the sideshow!
My Life…Chaotic Beauty & My Life…Chaotic Discord are two blogs that make one blog like a split personality of three people with dual personalities…but really one primary author. Confusing as it sounds, it’s really simple! One is negative and the other is positive. Regardless of which author or personality you prefer, it’s slices of life you can sympathize, empathize or harmonize (err smile) to. “I look around this room and I see a pottery flower pot my sister gave me. I don’t have flowers in it. It holds a book mark, and a used post-it note. I keep this because my sister gave it to me.” — We all have stories like that. :)
Photo-A-Day – Tim Halberg takes a picture per day and posts it. Want to see what he sees? Visit. There is always something new to see…everyday. Camera phone or trusty Canon 1D MarkII -you know the photos are cool if he takes at least one per day.
Friut Loops and Porn – Don’t ask how I stumble upon these blogs, I just do. Now do your job and read my comment! Her confessions? “I flashed Gene Simmons at a 1996 concert. I was only 15.” Nice. “I had a crush on a third cousin thrice removed who was Scottish and loved to run around naked. He made Tommy Lee look like a eunuch.” …and my favorite “I slept with an ex-boyfriend’s sister in retaliation for him cheating on me.” If you like that…go read the rest on your own, I’m done copying and pasting.
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