One of the biggest stressors in my life is my inability to keep up with culture. I have a long list of books to read, records to buy, movies to watch. So much genius passes me by with little chance to absorb it. It’s a very specialized first world problem—one generally found amongst academics and beer drinkers. With each sentence I read, I feel worse and worse about the passing of David Foster Wallace. His works frequently are equally high on hilarity and poignancy. I feel an unquantifiable amount of life from his texts that I don’t get anywhere else, a very 90’s sort of affair dusted with existential dread.
I am one of the many who have unsuccessfully attempted Infinite Jest, and it will be a while before Igather the resolve to try again. Lucky for me and everyone else who can’t quite comprehend 17 pages of footnotes with more footnotes, Wallace was a prolific essayist. His ESPN article on Roger Federer gives a peek inside tennis that no analyst could ever give (Ed. Note: The Grantland link to the ESPN article seems to have disappeared). I am currently chewing on a Harper’s essay featured in Wallace’s A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again about spending a week on a cruise, a situation I would most certainly consider on par with a week in hell.
Well that’s enough literary obscurity. Fat Squirrel sound good for everyone? Let’s get to Suds.
-Ladies and gentlemen, Bourbon County Stout has been bottled.
–More stout news, this time from Three Floyds.
–The Spirit of Beer. Interesting read from the Trib.
-Missed Fiddler’s Hearth in South Bend? Poo-poo for you.
-Beer Here: Rocky’s Revenge from Tyranena (a personal favorite of mine).
–Town Hall Tap is where most Minneapolis beer lovers should spend their free nights this week.
–More good homebrew stuff. Lots to love about an old ale.
-Finally, this article is a little serious but definitely worth thinking about.
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