Tou’che Art of Manliness…  I will likely steal from you soon…

Great blog I just found through Digg.com.  The post that brought me in was ‘Talk Like Frank Sinatra.’  Much more appropriate than the ‘Talk like Andrew Dice Clay‘ post I was working on…  Great blog!

Talk Like Frank Sinatra

February 11, 2008

Old Blue Eyes. The Chairman of the Board. Frank Sinatra was the epitome of American male coolness. When he walked into any room, his confident swagger created an electric charge. Women wanted to be with him and men wanted to be him.

Part of Sinatra’s manly and cool presence came from the way he talked. See, Frank had a way of livening up every part of life, even the English language. He peppered casual conversations with phrases and words that to the uninitiated sounded like a bunch of gibberish. Yet it left people intrigued, and wanting to be part of the seemingly exclusive fraternity that used this secret lingo. It not only created a magnetic attraction, but simply sounded damn cool.

Below is a dictionary of the secret man language of Frank Sinatra. Throw a few of these words into your conversations among friends. You’ll probably get a few raised eyebrows but like Frank, you’ll add spark to even the most mundane interactions.

    * Bag — As in “my bag,” a person’s particular interest.
    * ‘Barn burner — A very stylish, classy woman.
    * Beard — A male friend who acts as a ‘cover,’ usually for extramarital affairs.
    * Beetle — A girl who dresses in flashy clothes.
    * Big-leaguer — A resourceful man who can handle any situation.
    * Bird — A euphemism sometimes used in reference to the pelvic section.
 

Read More Sinatra-speak at the ArtOfManliness

It’s my bag.
–D

I had the…. pleasure?  of listening to the people that live above me squabble last night.  They chose 2am for the main event. Not wanting to be rude, I decided I might as well give them the attention they were obviously after.  (They have to realize although this is a ‘luxury’ apartment, the walls really aren’t that thick and they easily were training in the art of ‘thou who shout’est loudest wins.’)

Ever notice these relationship/domestic arguments always hit the same topics and same scripts?  Agenda Point 4, cheating.  Agenda Point 7, You’re a Crazy B$%ch.  It’s always the same.  One of these days it’ll get Dane Cook’ish with the ‘Are you out of your F’in mind.’  I’ll be there to hear some REAL sh%t drop in the league of you killed JFK, quit hiding the space alien under your bed, or I’m going to tell everyone that you stole my thongs.
  
However, after listening to this scripted break-up scene, I realized culture has managed to sneak in a new topic of argumentation.  I’m noticing more and more domestic fights/issues that bring in MySpace as evidence.  So and so posted this, such and such is higher than me on your top eight, this says you’re single etc. etc.

I ask you this - When will MySpace be a valid member of a jury trial?  Further, when will your Twitter acct., your blog, Digg profile or whatever be no longer a tool of your own self-branding, but evidence used against you?  Can you imagine an accused killer using his Digg voting or something as an alibi?   

You’re not in my top eight,
–D

Stop reading this immediately and go out and buy yourself a ‘Burr’ coffee grinder.  (I recommend the Cuisinart DBM-8 - $50 @ Great Indoors.)  Make sure its a ‘Burr’ grinder, which has like the little spur thing, not one with the blades. 

Fresh ground coffee should be illegal.  Simply put, its amazing.  I’ve never had coffee like this, and I want to take it to prom. 

I think I’m even going to grind it every morning, take it to work and sell it in baggies to my non-grindering colleagues.  I’ll stand around the corner from the coffee machine, and whisper at them to meet me behind the ice machines to score some java contraband.  I will come at Starbucks like a Spider-Monkey.

Not convinced yet?  How about this approach - I’ll probably end up losing weight as all I want to do now is drink this coffee.  Probably not too healthy, maybe I’ll start grinding up some vitamins with my beans. 

Grindin’,
–D