People love personalization-- something made just for them. An article in The Wall Street Journal a few days ago talked about that exact thing. As you know, companies use your data to figure out what you like. Now they are making custom mixes of stuff like shampoo, vitamins, and health drinks for people based on their preferences. . . .
In the United States, our ideas on drinking are always so strict. Liquor is a deadly serious topic while an aperitif should be lighthearted. It seems as if we have forgotten about aperitif cocktails while the low-ABV and spiritfree movement are catching hold. We are passing over the original low-ABV OGs. This, of course, is nothing . . .
He was sitting in one of his favorite bars somewhere over Iowa or some other state he never planned to visit. This bar was terrific because they more than insisted on the guests staying seated. He also liked that the soda water was always fizzy.
It was a mid-afternoon cross country flight. The only chatter he heard while . . .
Looking down at the streets reminded him of poorly erased chalkboards. He was glad to be inside and out of the snow, but it took him back to grade school. Every time he blinked he was peering out the window daydreaming of summer in a class that would never seem to end. A few times he had even bundled up to brave the weather only to . . .
Cutting back and moving forward
A few days ago an interesting article came through my inbox that I had to run through Google Translate. Last week, French health officials warned the people of France to cut back on their wine consumption.
New benchmarks for alcohol consumption:
Maximum of 10 glasses per week,
Maximum 2 glasses a day,
. . .
Bars are funny places he thought to himself as he strolled into one of his favorites. It was busier and louder than he liked, but that wouldn't dissuade him from a drink. He preferred a calm bar, and this one generally was, but he was earlier than usual.
A couple was paying at the end of the bar, and he knew the . . .
The buzzer sounded, and the game was over. To be honest, the game was over at half time, but nobody wanted to say it. He switched off the television and walked towards the kitchen. Passing the bedroom, he could see that she had already dozed off. He quietly closed the door.
It was past his bedtime, but it isn't every . . .