Dat Stan. He Da MAN! (And Alan, Too)

And he took the words right outta my keyboard. I've not watched the video because frankly I'm too swamped with other things (not least of which is commenting on Stan's post). But, yeah  . . .  will anyone engage in anything but swooning raves? And I would be remiss if I did not also add a link to Alan's lovely, and no, not unexpected, response to the same issue. (And I love that he roams the 'net reciting poetry. I was delighted by his poetry-laced comment on one of my earlier posts.)

Damn! And Here I Thought It Was the Ultimate in Convenience

So I look at Twitter this morning, and what I find are a string of tweets about how annoying it is that many people's Facebook "updates" consist of their own tweets and/or their own blog entries.

Um, that would be me. I thought it was amazing, incredible, and astonishingly cool that I could use Twitter to alert anyone who cared to new blog entries and then use that same tweet to update my Facebook page. So that, ya know, the Facebook page doesn't required much care or feeding from me. Silly, silly me.

Sigh. I'm really never gonna "get it," am I? This brave new world of interconnected connectivity. Must go now. Must wander off to some dark corner and ponder my mental density. Or alternatively, ponder which of the two "connections" to sever: The Twitter connection to Facebook, or the blog feed to Facebook. Hmmmm.... What to do? What to do?

Speaking of E-Quarius and Other Matters: Wine Guy Makes Like Craft Brewer; Goes Small

So in the interest of continuing the conversation about beer, the age of E-Quarius, and so forth: Here's an article from today's New York Times about a winemaker who's seen the light and downsized. I think he and Greg Koch oughta have a chat. And I'll check back with him in ten years. And contemplate the ways in which all the parts of the world are connected.

Why I Love Being A Human Being -- and Why We Humans Are Often Shits

This bit of loveliness drifted around the fringes of my consciousness when I was out in California -- maybe I read about it in the newspaper? Anyway, just now got around to tracking down the video. And it's everything it's been cracked up to be: Riveting. Stirring. Amazing.

As one of the judges (I guess she's a judge? It's a competition of some kind? Like American Idol?) said, it's easy to be cynical. And, I might add, unkind and cruel and judgmental. (*1)

But by god, Susan Boyle makes me happy to be alive. Really. Fucking. Happy. She is the personification of the human spirit. _______

*1: And I just this moment realized that I indirectly experienced a Susan Boyle moment in my own life. About 15 years ago, my husband and I went to a friend's wedding. Afterward, a bunch of us went out to a karaoke bar (probably not spelled right).

This was in an east coast industrial, blue-collar town, and on this Saturday night, the bar was crammed with hundreds of 20somethings all getting drunk and happy. Or whatever. Anyway, we were the oldest people in the place by far.

So some of the people in our group decided to do the kareoke thing and got up on stage, etc.

I look around. Can't find my husband, who, at that time was in his 50s (he's older than me) and looked like what he is: a tweedy philosophy professor.

And then I realize: he's up on stage. He's going to sing. He decides to sing "Night and Day," a song written decades before any of the others in that bar had been born. Probably before even their parents had been born.

So this huge crowd, or the part paying attention to the singers on stage. start hooting. Even before he gets started, they're hooting and booing. And then he starts singing. And the booing dies down. And the crowd gets quiet. And quieter. And they're listening, because he's up there singing his heart out.

And when the old, tweedy guy who looks like and is a total nerd finished, those hundreds of young, blue-collar, drunk kids burst into cheers and applause. Lovely.

(I of course was all weepy because it was obvious he was singing to me.) (Sob snurfle.) (Hubby wanders back to our group after he's finished and a guy who'd been sitting off by himself watching and drinking promptly hit on him. Apparently he equated singing "Night and Day" with being gay and so assumed hubby was gay.)

Stan-the-Wise Also Noticed My "Age of E-Quarius" Musing

Stan Hieronymus, of whom I am a huge fan, is, near as I can tell,  the only person who had the same reaction to my post-film comments that I did (does that makes sense??)

Background: Greg and Sam had both insisted that they weren't in brewing to grow "big." Then Ben Stein asked me to comment, in effect, on the nature of capitalism and entrpreneurship and I said "blah, blah blah, whatever" and then said to Sam and Greg something like "You think you're not in this to grow big? Get back to me in ten years."

And even as I said that on-stage, both Stan and I were reminded of my blog series The Age of E-Quarius, in which I wondered if we humans are living through the end of capitalism and on the verge of, well, a new age.

And of course as I thought that blog series I'd written, I sat there on-stage wishing I had time to move the entire panel discussion to larger issues and away from its (in my opinion) inane focus on how somehow craft brewers are groovier-than-thou and that they've magically created an age of entrepreneurship (which is, of course, total horseshit, a fact I pointed out to Sam, Greg, et al before the event began.)

Anyway --chops to Stan for having the same reaction to my words that I did. We're either great minds thinking alike or, well, I dunno. Total dumbasses. And he's not and therefore I opt for the former rather than the latter. How's that for a confusing Monday morning comment?

Thanks for the "Beer Wars" Twitters and Other Communcations

I just got home late last night from California and am only now trying to catch up with what accumulated in my absence -- including a slew of Twitter replies and direct messages. (*1)

Anyway, thanks to all of you who saw Beer Wars, who commented, who wrote to me, etc. Much appreciated.

The one thing all of the panelists said immediately after the panel ended was "Too bad we didn't have 90 minutes for that segment. We definitely could have had a good shouting match." (Which we'd sort of had earlier. No, we don't all agree. Or, more accurately, I don't agree with any of the other panelists or with Anat.) (Which, of course, is why I was there: the outsider perspective, because as I keep reminding people: I'm not in the beer industry. I'm a historian who just happened to write a book about beer.)

The film's producer/director/creator, Anat Baron, hopes her project will provoke some discussion. I hope so, too, although what I hope for is a larger discussion among Americans, not just beer geeks.

The most frustrating aspect of this experience is that, thus far, all the commentary has come out of the beer world and so is focused on the beer industry. But Anat was trying to make a larger point about American society and capitalism. For example, I hope the films sparks discussion about Americans' attitudes toward alcohol, which to me is the main issue from which all other things flow.

Eg, the original purpose of the 3-tier system was to place barriers between Americans and alcohol. It was not created so that big brewers could screw little ones. Indeed, historically in the past 50 or so years, large and small beermakers have cooperated more than they've warred -- a point that's lost on just about everyone in today's "small" brewing industry. Anyway: onward, onward, onward.

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*1: I tried last night and a day or so ago to wade through the Twitter-mass -- but what the fuck was up with Twitter? Was it me? Or was the entire system totally haywire???