Best Bar Mitzvah video, ever.

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This kid's going places, proceeds from iTune sales benefit his Temple. Outstanding

Burger King of Kings

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I love me some sillyness, and joe always seems to find it.

He died so that you could have it your way.

It's funny, get over it.

National Joe Day.

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We here at Spatagram are committed to the publicizing of silly holidays. In fact Melonball Thursday is right around the

corner. It's just before the Resurrection if you track the days on a calendar sold by the your local Church. In the vain of Melonball Thursday and International Talk Like a Pirate Day

comes National Joe Day. Evidently today has nothing to do with a penchant for coffee. Today has to do with shaking off your old name for whatever reason and go by the nam

e Joe.

Wake up on March 27 and introduce yourself to everyone as Joe. If you are a girl, Joe is short for your old name. If you are a boy, Joe is short for your old name as well. You are a new person. You are no longer strapped down to

that name you have been carrying around all these years. Throw off the old name and become Joe for a day. Make a journal entry talking about your feelings about your own name. People always attach meaning to certain names and when you don't fit those meanings, it leaves you wanting something else. Here is your day to

express who you think you are. Record it in a journal.

Now doesn't that sound intriguing. I once told an entire playground that my name was Paul, using my middle name to see how it made me feel. I also studied how it sounded in the air. And whether or not I could remember it when my name was called. I grew a new experiment on the heels of the Facebook surge of users changing their middle name to 'Hussein' to desensitize the word. I

added 'Rocco' as a middle name for Rocco DiSpirito, whom I have a very embarassing crush on. It was post election and people were done making statements and filling spaces for rent with Silliness. I don't shy away from the Silly, I walk hand in fin in it. I throw it a fish whenever do-able. I now get mail to Tony Rocco. It's changed my Life. Paul still exists but only for those that really know me. But in that vein today I unleash my Joe on the planet. Just Joeing ya here. I'm making dinner reservations under the name Joe.

Fergie-Be Italian

Really the movie left me a little cold. I love the story and had no idea the music was going to be this good. Kate Hudson tears up Cinema Italiano and Fergie makes this a show stopper. "Be Italian" was hot, hot as it was shot and hot in content. I had a friend who used to sing this song to me in homage of my lineage but that was as far as my research went into this show. Be Italian indeed.

On my 'bucket list' if you will are several nonsensical things that really define Spats as Spats. Mohawk, Picnic in Wal-Mart, more tattoos. But on the list for serious sake is learning to speak Italian. I've wanted to converse with my father and aunt about those in the room around us, hey, isn't that what speaking multiple languages is all about? I've wanted to go to the country of my ancestors and speak the language to the utmost of my ability. I love the sound of the language, the roll of it. And I figured if Julia Roberts could do it, mamma mia, I'm going to give it my darndest.

I've tried to play with cd's and tapes in the car, I've priced the community colleges for whatever they offer. I finally decided that I needed to bring the opportunities to my door. I am now proud parent of The Rosetta Stone series or Italian. I was clocking a Borders going out of business and waited until the time was right. This shit ain't cheap. I think the beauty of the series is that it's extremely well packaged. I love the bright yellow of the boxes and materials. It kind of reminds me of a school bus and therefore encourages reading. I love the jaunty little headset that accompanies the series for voice activated drills. Granted it seems a little bit sturdier than the tin cans in the Progresso (italian) soup commercials but not by far. I feel like an overseas operator when I drop the doo hickey on my head. And my similarity to a QVC operator is not lost on me or my sense of humor. Supposedly at the end of the course I will be so fluent that I will be able to go to rural Tuscany and teach the village children English. Aren't they in for a gelato of another flavor.

For now I'll be thrilled with simply watching a Fellini film. I won't even look at the subtitles. I can't wait to not just visually taste everything that's been my draw up to this point, but aurally get the picture together. Doesn't mean I'll understand the themes any better but hey, I get confused by Russell Brand movies. What the hey, I have time on my hands and look forward to blogging ala italia. Ciao!

Good night Elizabeth.....

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