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stevo:
i wasn't talking about beer.
i was talking about bud lite.
see i like beer--you know, beer...ales.....stuff that has a beer-like flavor to it...preferably something that requires a bit of work to understand, something that does not give everything away in the first 3 seconds (during which you find out that there is nothing being given away because there is nothing to give away)---good or bad, it is at least a discrete experience. none of this "engineered around the latest determinations of the minimal information required to enable the drinker to determine that he or she is drinking beer and not something else, useful in marketing beverages to billions because you dont want to give the least cause for the least offense"---a kind of inverted platonic beer-form--dessicated, abstract, only having contact with beer-ness because the fucking can says beer on it---beer should make you commit, even for the duration of a pint, to a specific kind of experience (preferably one involving trappist monks but maybe that is because i enjoy the veering off after one or two into speculations about the relationship between not talking and this fine nearly- hallucingenic beverage they produce)----beer should be a somewhere, not a bland nowhere.
but i digress.
not quite done:
i used to apply this general attitude to amounts as well, but that seemed to run me into other...um...regions of non-being....but now as i slide into my dotage, i can be militant about 3 beers in a way that i was once militant about 30.
done now.
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spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
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