Tome uma xícara de café...
da revista wired, Tony Long:
Have a Cup of Coffee
05.10.07 | 2:00 AM
So now coffee’s good for us, too.
A Harvard researcher said last week that regular coffee drinkers may be lowering their risks for certain kinds of cancers and Type 2 diabetes by indulging in what many of us already consider to be the nectar of the gods.
Whether coffee lowers the risks for those things or not matters not a whit to me. Good, bad or indifferent, I’m going to continue drinking it till I keel over because I’m a lot nicer to children and animals and yuppies when I’ve had my morning cuppa joe.
Still, it’s good to hear something positive about one of my four basic food groups. Actually, I’ve been on a pretty good run lately, drink-wise. A few years back they told us one reason the French live so long is all that red wine they toss back. There have also been studies saying that a little hard alcohol (which I assume includes all that yummy scotch) isn’t bad for you, and might even have benefits, taken in moderation. I’m working on that last part.
Other studies have also had nice things to say about dark chocolate and steak.
I’m reminded of the old Woody Allen movie, Sleeper, where Allen’s character, Miles Monroe, awakens after being frozen for 200 years, only to learn that doctors finally realized cigarettes were good for you all along.
Why, if all these current studies are to be believed, I must be one of the healthiest people on earth.
But even if I’m not, you know what? I know what I like and I’m going to keep enjoying them until the grim reaper shows up. Because it’s the sensual pleasures, like food and drink and sex, that make life worth living.
Maybe we could all live 20 years longer if we obsessed over carbohydrates, hung out in oxygen bars and exercised to the point of exhaustion. The question then is, with life reduced to such a repetitive, crushing bore, why would you want to stick around another two decades anyway? To do what? Eat more sprouts?
Give me 70 years full of good food, good drink and good friends. You go to the gym; I’ll go to the steakhouse with that little redhead in accounting who likes her good times. You’ll live longer, but I’ll have more fun.
And isn’t that what life is about? Having a good time while you’re here?
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Have a Cup of Coffee
05.10.07 | 2:00 AM
So now coffee’s good for us, too.
A Harvard researcher said last week that regular coffee drinkers may be lowering their risks for certain kinds of cancers and Type 2 diabetes by indulging in what many of us already consider to be the nectar of the gods.
Whether coffee lowers the risks for those things or not matters not a whit to me. Good, bad or indifferent, I’m going to continue drinking it till I keel over because I’m a lot nicer to children and animals and yuppies when I’ve had my morning cuppa joe.
Still, it’s good to hear something positive about one of my four basic food groups. Actually, I’ve been on a pretty good run lately, drink-wise. A few years back they told us one reason the French live so long is all that red wine they toss back. There have also been studies saying that a little hard alcohol (which I assume includes all that yummy scotch) isn’t bad for you, and might even have benefits, taken in moderation. I’m working on that last part.
Other studies have also had nice things to say about dark chocolate and steak.
I’m reminded of the old Woody Allen movie, Sleeper, where Allen’s character, Miles Monroe, awakens after being frozen for 200 years, only to learn that doctors finally realized cigarettes were good for you all along.
Why, if all these current studies are to be believed, I must be one of the healthiest people on earth.
But even if I’m not, you know what? I know what I like and I’m going to keep enjoying them until the grim reaper shows up. Because it’s the sensual pleasures, like food and drink and sex, that make life worth living.
Maybe we could all live 20 years longer if we obsessed over carbohydrates, hung out in oxygen bars and exercised to the point of exhaustion. The question then is, with life reduced to such a repetitive, crushing bore, why would you want to stick around another two decades anyway? To do what? Eat more sprouts?
Give me 70 years full of good food, good drink and good friends. You go to the gym; I’ll go to the steakhouse with that little redhead in accounting who likes her good times. You’ll live longer, but I’ll have more fun.
And isn’t that what life is about? Having a good time while you’re here?
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