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I had an interesting Monday. I went to my journaling class like I always do on the first Monday of every month. But this time afterwards I rushed to a screening of the new Entourage movie at the Borgata. How was the movie? It was fun and basically what you would expect. There are a ton of cameos. Vince slept with a movie star. Drama got his balls busted. "E" has the usual girl and the usual girl trouble. Turtle is well...slimmer. And (SPOILER ALERT) Ari is stressed out and pointing and hollering and oddly enough punching what appeared to be a tiny cat picture framed in his shrink's office.

But you gotta love these guys. They are above all loyal to each other to a fault. And as Mr. Big told Amanda, Charlotte and Samantha "a guy is just lucky to come in fourth." Hey there is a thought. Let's have some type of competitive reality show where the Sex and the City broads team up against these former New Yorkers turned L.A. pretty boys. They can wrestle in high-end skin cream, do wheat-grass chugs, and see who can get a super model to overdose first. Now that's entertainment!

While the majority of Atlantic City well-wishers are still thinking the savior of the barrier island is a water park. Bart Blatstein, CEO of Tower Investments and developer of the former The Pier Shops of Caesars, removed all of the water and sand elements already inside the flailing shopping mecca stating in a press conference today "You know why? Because there is plenty of that outside." What he and his partners plan to do instead is create the biggest non-gaming attraction on the Atlantic Shore. He went on to say after the media tour of, well, mostly sheet rock and building bones, that "This will be the best there is. Period."

What used to be almost exclusively high-end shops that would tempt even the most discerning Carrie Bradshaw hop a casino bus from Manhattan to try her luck is now being transformed into an East Coast Bourbon Street. Bryan Dilworth of Bonfire Entertainment is in charge of filling the half-dozen different music venues. While Iron Chef Jose Garces will provide the food menus. Both hard-core, Voss water guzzling glitterati and food truck chasing foodies can get ready to rock!

Are you ready AC? Here is what you have been wanting in this new economy. Non-gaming entertainment is opening up at June 25th. What's next? A real grocery store? A community center? Wow. Pretty soon we might look like a real city. I for one can't wait.

One of my friends gave the message at Sunday services this morning on something called sacred activism. Here's what it means according to its creator - Andrew Harvey.

“A spirituality that is only private and self-absorbed, one devoid of an authentic political and social consciousness, does little to halt the suicidal juggernaut of history. On the other hand, an activism that is not purified by profound spiritual and psychological self-awareness and rooted in divine truth, wisdom, and compassion will only perpetuate the problem it is trying to solve, however righteous its intentions. When, however, the deepest and most grounded spiritual vision is married to a practical and pragmatic drive to transform all existing political, economic, and social institutions, a holy force – the power of wisdom and love in action – is born. This force I define as Sacred Activism.”

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However what stuck with me in the talk is when my friend said to "pick the thing that breaks your heart" when you are picking a passion project. Find the thing that you simply must fix or you can't live with yourself. Unfortunately for me that was being without a jalapeno bagel at coffee hour. How the hell are you supposed to get fired up about the injustices of the world with a blueberry bagel?  

What is it about a fire? I am at a bon fire tonight and it is wonderful. You talk. You bond. You look fabulous in the soft amber light. What more could you ask for?

Well at this particular fire one of my friends was asking if we knew any eligible thirty-something men that didn't say "dude" every other word. It's a tall order when you think about it. I can't really picture her type myself. She is one of those girls that are too smart to put up with any nonsense. But too down to earth to deal with a genius with corduroy elbows. What to do?

I think a lot of women are in this type of limbo. Are there mail-order husbands? There should be. With men being able to date all across the age spectrum, women need a way out. You can't get a stronger silent type than a frozen Russian who doesn't speak English. Maybe I found my cottage industry. ZOOM GROOM INC.? Male Order Bride? "We mail 'em. You nail 'em."

I'm only one week living at the shore. Sorry it's New Jersey. I mean "down the shore." But already my attitude is changing about invitations. You really have to get a good one before you will allow yourself to get pulled away from the ocean. 

Out to dinner with friends? They better be buying. Moe Mondays? Probably not. Dentist? I think I will skip it and just lay off the saltwater taffy. A sale? Well that's the thing. The apartment is so small that I may just have to pass on the Kohl's Cash too. Because my closet if full. 

I can walk to anything I need within reason here. Somebody may need to remind me to start my car every now and then. Or put me up during hurricane season.