Forming Liquorature was a no-brainer for me. To be honest, I’m surprised it took us this long to come together. A great group of people and a good concept have led to me reclaiming something that has been absent from my life for far too long…a source of intellectual release. Over the course of the past year these gentlemen (and Lance) have already taken me down some new and interesting literary paths, as well as providing the motivation to revisit some great tales from my past. Our monthly gatherings have quickly become one of the things I most look forward to.
Alas…there is more to life than books.
There’s also WHISKY!!
I’m the resident “peathead” in the group. I like the big smoky Islay whiskies best, but my collection has some of everything. It is indeed a collection at this point, and a growing one at that. The more I learn, the more I need to try. It has become quite an expensive and encompassing hobby at this point. Liquorature is a blessing (or a curse) in providing an opportunity to try new bottles each month. The guys have chanced upon some great whisky so far. As of late I have also started to appreciate a fine cigar with drinks on gathering nights.
I love coffee shop culture. Big armchairs…an espresso or Americano…a book or companion…and the smell of freshly ground beans everywhere. I discriminate with equal aplomb however. There truly are not a lot of coffees better than Starbucks. Anyone who tells you otherwise is either a disgruntled former employee or wrong. This is my one true vice. Caffeine-free days are few and far between. One should never allow too much blood in one’s coffee stream.
I’ve been called both the last hippie, and Ayn Rand’s illegitimate heir (reconcile those…I dare ya). I’ve settled into mid-life conservatism with reluctance, but leapt into the slower lifestyle with abandon. Some days I still like to pretend I’m not as old as my years. I have a part-time band (well…part-time sometimes) that also includes Pat…take every opportunity to get out to the mountains when I can…enjoy hitting up hit up live music when possible…and like to wrestle with my Great Dane when I get home from work. Oh wait…Dane still pending spousal approval. One day. Speaking of wives…I still have a crush on mine, though like most men, I don’t tell her often enough. The only woman to ever come close to measuring up? …Miss Audrey Hepburn. I believe I missed my window on that one though.
I’m an atheist and an opinionated bugger when I want to be. Politically…somewhat ambiguous …yet angry. Love a good debate. Detest moderation. I believe everyone is entitled to an opinion…as long as it is mine. And if not mine…at least an informed one.
When it comes to books…I have no problem putting the work of Stephen King up against any of the so-called-greats. I like Steinbeck and Hemingway, Robbins and Vonnegut, Kerouac and McCarthy, Rand and Lovecraft. The list is endless in fiction. When delving into non-fiction…history, politics, religion and the arts. I believe everyone should read Howard Zinn and Noam Chomsky.
I think every book should be an experience in and of itself. Compliment a good book with music and a nice whisky or wine. You’ll remember it. How about Miles Davis and a glass of Ardbeg?
Most recommended of late? “Atlas Shrugged”, “Pillars Of The Earth”, “On The Road”, “The Grapes Of Wrath”, “Duma Key” and “The Road”.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everybody goes ‘Awww!’”
~ from the first chapter of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road.