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"All Guinness sold in Ireland, the U.K., and North America is made in Dublin -- so the time it takes for a keg to cross the Atlantic puts it at an immediate disadvantage. What's more, since your average Irish watering hole probably sells more Guinness than its American counterpart, the chances are much higher that a patron there will get a pour from a fresh keg."
In honor of President Obama reconnecting with his Irish ancestry in Moneygall, Slate's Maura Kelly explains why Guinness tastes better in Eire. Hey, it tastes pretty good here too.
As seen on Twitter and speaking of gifts from God: Surely this discovery has some sort of cosmic and spiritual significance, no? (Let's see the robots pull this one off.)
"Drinking alcohol was 'unintentional, accidental, and haphazard until about 10,000 years ago,' says Satoshi Kanazawaat at Psychology Today. Smart people are generally early adopters and, in the context of human history, 'the substance [alcohol] and the method of consumption are both evolutionarily novel.'
Two new studies find a correlation between intelligence and a thirst for alcohol. Hey, I buy it - Thank you, science, for lending support to my vices! And, as Bogey said, "The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
"The company is celebrating the decision by Arthur Guinness, the son of a land steward, to sign a 9,000-year lease on a run-down brewery in Dublin's St James's Gate in 1759." Granted, this whole "Arthur's Day" business today has the strong whiff of a brazen marketing ploy. Still, I don't need much of an excuse to raise a glass to my favorite drink (this side of Red Bull and the occasional Jamesons.)
So happy 250th, and Sláinte to you and yours. May you all have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a road downhill all the way to home.
"Much ink has been spilled on the question of why so many writers are alcoholics. Of America's seven Nobel laureates, five were lushes--to whom we can add an equally drunk-and-disorderly line of Brits: Dylan Thomas, Malcolm Lowry, Brendan Behan, Patrick Hamilton, Philip Larkin, Kingsley Amis, all doing the conga to (in most cases) an early grave...In fact none of these authors would write much that was any good beyond the age of 40, Faulkner's prose seizing up with sclerosis, Hemingway sinking into unbudgeable mawkishness."
By way of Dangerous Meta, The Economist's Tom Shone considers the artistic merits of novelists sobering up. "The radiance of late Carver is so marked as to make you wonder how much the imperturbable gloom of late Faulkner, or the unyielding nihilism of late Beckett -- like the cramped black canvases with which Rothko ended his career -- were dictated by their creators' vision, and how much they were simply symptoms of late-stage alcoholism. This suspicion is open to the counter-charge: this contentment and bliss is all very well, but readers may simply prefer the earlier, messed-up work."
"With Perlow's Mail Goggles, users can specify which hours they would like to enable the feature. If a user tries to send an e-mail during the self-selected time -- say, midnight to 3 a.m. -- a screen pops up forcing the user to solve a series of simple math problems before the message can be sent." Thinking outside the box for new and useful apps, Gmail engineers try to tackle the thorny problem of drailing (drunk e-mailing.) "Perlow created the function last fall when he found himself sending messages to an ex-girlfriend -- late at night -- asking to get back together." I feel you, brother.
"Caffeine is the most widely used stimulant in the world, but few use it to maximal advantage. Get optimally wired with these tips." By way of Follow Me Here and for fellow addicts, Developing Intelligence offers ways to maximize one's caffeine boost. "1) Consume in small, frequent amounts. Between 20-200mg per hour may be an optimal dose for cognitive function."
"We have to realize that we are already living in a society where we are already self-medicating with caffeine." This one's been languishing in the bookmarks for awhile, but via Drudge and blog-twin FmH, scientists may have discovered a cure for sleep deprivation in Orexin A. "The study, published in the Dec. 26 edition of The Journal of Neuroscience, found orexin A not only restored monkeys' cognitive abilities but made their brains look 'awake' in PET scans. Siegel said that orexin A is unique in that it only had an impact on sleepy monkeys, not alert ones, and that it is 'specific in reversing the effects of sleepiness' without other impacts on the brain." But is it cheaper than my daily Red Bull?
"I really like my bacon crispy, but I fear it will get burnt too easily. That's a risk we all take. The price of great bacon is eternal vigilance." As seen at Looka recently, a very handy bacon decisionmaking flowchart. Hooray for bacon!
"But even those who hailed absinthe saw unsettling shadows. Wilde explained: 'After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see them as they are not. Finally you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.'" In the NYT, critic Edward Rothstein sings the praises and surveys the notoriety of "the green muse," absinthe, which is apparently making a legal comeback both here and in the EU. "Absinthe was the premier bohemian drink, as inseparable from the avant-garde of mid-19th-century Paris as was scorn the bourgeoisie. It played the role well; absinthe helped overturn that bourgeois world with seductive visions of another."
Beer for dogs. Glad we finally got that one sorted out.
By way of my sister Tessa, a robotic gastronome determines human flesh tastes exactly like bacon (or possibly prosciutto.) Sigh...I was afraid of this. Once the machines acquire the taste, we're all in deep, deep trouble. Or have they already figured it out, and cubicle culture is really just an attempt by the mechs to fatten us up for harvest? Hmmm...is it too late to install a vegetarian subroutine?
In a happy collusion of one of my favorite sports and one of my favorite drinks, the New York Metrostars are now Red Bull New York. Mmm, Red Bull. I'm not usually one for blatant corporate sponsorship, but I think I may have to buy some RBNY paraphernalia close to immediately. Now if only we can get Guinness to buy the Revolution...
"There's too much caffeine in your bloodstream, and a lack of real spice in your life..." Death by Caffeine, by way of DYFL. As a daily consumer of Red Bull, I'm comforted to discover that I'd have to consume 128 cans of said energy drink to drop dead on the spot.
