Rejecting the notion that average consumers care about or understand the details of brewing quality/authentic beer parallels the spirit with which those same consumers drink it. The result is despite not learning anything about the history of the company or the details of their process, fun is reinforced and I want to drink this beer.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan oh fuck I give up, new announcement, book club is now about “Cannery Row— Happy Bloomsday.
Young guys: here's some advice you're going to ignore.
That girl you like? The one who you want to ask out, but you can’t?
Ask her out. Without delay.
Because what do you have right now? Nothing. Right now, you don’t have the girl. The girl, you do not have.
When you ask her out, she could reject you. That would blow. But it doesn’t diminish you, you’re left in the exact same position you’re in right now. Without the girl.
But she could say the only word in the world that really brings happiness. She could say ‘yes’.
Dear lord, by all means do this. I do. And I’d rather have my problems than the problems of 21-year-old me, who didn’t know how to talk to girls and spent many a weepy night despairing over the one girl after whom I pined. Jesus I was creepy. You think the overly confident me is creepy? (Actually that probably means you’re weird and repressed but whatevs.) I’ve got nothing on younger me. And I’m still actually kind of romantic sometimes!
