I drank another drink.

A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Good Country People
Labora / Editions
Sutter's Casebook
Betty Duffy
Bitkin
By Way of Beauty
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
From Empty Hands
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Godspy
Godsbody
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Nice. Scholarly, too! My favorite line: “Conflicting claims between mythologists and mixologists have gone back and forth.”
Smooth!
THAT SAID, I just had a coffee-vanilla infused bourbon cocktail at Terra on El Cajon Blvd – they mixed it with creme de cacao and half-n-half – that was surprisingly good. Like drinking bitter chocolate, but with bite.
That sounds like they’re actually trying. Colonero was talking about the unthinking unthinkables that pass for cocktails these days…
jOB
I recently had a bacon-chocolate martini. Bacon bits around the rim. It was better as an idea than as something to actually drink.
And better as a blog comment than as an idea.
The blog comment is what finally redeems it. The bacon-chocolate martini meets its destiny.
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Well…!
I thought of that days ago.
Thanks.
Maybe it’s the kind of cocktail some Alfie type with an ascot would buy you in dark Soho bar with lots of brass rails.
Alfie is kids’ stuff.
You are a true scholar indeed. In fact, you have a PHD in Mixology from MIT.
Whatever happened to plain ole’ Jim Beam on the rocks. Tastes perfectly splendid to a man with an AD in Adult Beverages from Seattle Central.
“Whatever happened to plain ole’ Jim Beam on the rocks.”
Nothing, Big Jon – it’s waiting right here for you at my back porch bar, with a view to God’s country as a backdrop…
JOB
Can I shoot things while under the influence? I’ve always wanted to drink and plink.
If you didn’t, you’d soon feel like you showed up at a cocktail party in a speedo.
JOB
Sooooooo…………Tito’s or Early Times?
Why not both?
JOB
ladies and gentlemen of Korrektiv,
one (or some) of you need to win this:
https://www.facebook.com/KetelOne/app_228870700557121?utm_source=83193835&utm_medium=RichAGC&utm_campaign=display
It would be right and just.
No havey-havey Facebook.
Details por favor?
JOB
JOB,
It’s some sort of competition from Kettle One Vodka, and as I look more closely GQ (so that may be an issue if GQ is one of those raunchy men’s mags. I’m not very familiar with its content), where if you come up with the winning ad you win $100,000.
Who better than Korrektiv, who have already brought the two spheres of booze and the written arts together? If nothing else, it’s another project at which Lickona can throw his brilliance.
Bonus: The brand name begins with ‘K’.
GQ=Cosmo for men.
(So, from what I recall at the dentist’s office, inter alia, not skintastically raunchy, but occasionally so.)
JOB
Well, crap. I clicked “Enter” and it told me that California residents are ineligible. It’s up to you, JOB. I read an interesting essay once by Catholic author Andre Dubus about getting published in dirty magazines. But yeah, GQ is pretty tame in that regard. It caters hard to men who have an abiding interest in fashion.
…which must be why I don’t subscribe.
(There are also that cache of Washingtonians! And that ur-Georgian/neo-Texan who skulks in the shadows…)
JOB
Her family is in banking and she’s never offered to take us on vacation.
The wealthy have to keep you at arms length.
How those what got it keeps it, no?
JOB
Hapsburg Jaw, Caution