Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts

Thursday, October 18, 2007

FU*KIN' A!

Everyone including me complains regularly about the avalanche of bad news that we're buried under everyday. Well, I'm here to tell you that there is good news out there. It doesn't often get the headlines and it's not on page one but it's there if you look for it. Take some of the reports on scientific studies related to health for example. Now, I have a background in science and I understand what goes into conducting some of these studies so I don't swallow what they're saying hook, line and sinker. I apply some healthy skepticism and take them with a grain of salt, especially when the popular media is the messenger. But, there is some promising news. For instance, it turns out that coffee is actually good for you when you drink it in moderation. So is regular consumption of alcohol if you don't do it to excess. Meditation, whether formal or informal (as in downtime) does wonders to relieve stress which in turn has all sorts of benefits. Being married (to the right person) reduces heart disease and several other ailments. Sex is good for you (imagine that - must've been a government funded study). It makes you happy, boosts your immune system, lowers your stress level, releases endorphins and burns calories. I love this one...too much exercise can be bad for you. Until they can tell me how much is too much I'm going to hold off on doing any. I wouldn't want to inadvertently cross that line.

Just when I thought the news couldn't get any better for a coffee-loving, alcohol-drinking, sex-loving, exercise-hating, happily married slug like me I find this story on the internet:

Swearing at work 'boosts team spirit, morale'

Son-of-a-bitch! Sounds to me like scientists are beginning to figure out that being a normal person is healthy. A couple of weeks ago I blogged about balance and the dose being the poison. Not exactly a new concept. I'm waiting for a study that says being a Puritan makes your head explode.

If you'll excuse me I have to go curse at a co-worker for taking the last cup of coffee. Then I'm going to sit at my desk and meditate about going home this evening, kissing my darling wife and having a cold beer. After that I'll see if I can get her in the mood to boost her immune system. Damn, life is good.