My wife and some girl friends decided to have a girls day out at the coast today. I was not invited, but instead of vegging out at home I asked them to drop me off at Starbucks in Newport. They have free wifi and good coffee. I can surf the web, drink coffee, people watch,and write, all in one place. What more could a man ask for? So here I sit trying to write a blog. I fear the "people watching" may be too distracting to allow for erudite blogging, but I will make the attempt.
Much has occurred in our little world since my last blog. We killed a pathetic old man living in a hovel watching videos of himself and of porn on a 13" tv. Apparently he could not afford a recliner. Sitting on the floor wrapped in a blanket may not be the image he wanted to leave to the world, but there it is. Is this really the guy we spent billions in resources to catch? Is this the man for which the Taliban risked war with the USA to protect? Is this the man for which some high officials in the Pakistani government risked the wrath of their wealthiest ally to protect? If Pakistan losses the billions in aid from the US, where will they get the money to build more nuclear weapons. How will they ever get enough bombs to blow India to one of the many Hindu hells. Was it the fear of this man and his organization that caused us to allow our authoritarian leadership to further erode our diminishing freedoms by passing the "patriot act"? Was he the reason we allowed our leaders to condone the torture of human beings?
Did we really allow this pathetic old man to cause us to sacrifice thousands of our young men and women? It seems to me that we took a pathetic radical religious nut and his followers, and elevated them to the most powerful people in the world. We gave them the power to force us into sacrificing a healthy economy to the god of fear. For them we gave up many of our most precious resources, our young men and women.
And now for the religious portion of my blog. "Goddamnit" when will we ever learn to do what Jesus would do?
Monday, May 30, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Book Review "Fall to Grace"
This is my first attempt at a review of a book for public consumption. The book I am reviewing is "Fall to Grace" by Jay Bakker. You may remember Jay's parents, Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker from PTL Network fame,or in-fame as the case may be.
The first thing that struck me about the book was the title, "Fall to Grace" as opposed to "fall from grace". I often heard the phrase "fall from grace" as I was growing up. It was usually a description of someone who stopped following the rules and started doing things or saying things that were unacceptable for a Christian to do or say. Fallen was something I always felt in danger of becoming. "Falling to Grace" implies something very different. It's almost like you need to fall to a level so low that grace is all you have left and the only thing that can save you. And in fact, grace is the only thing that can save you no matter who you are or what you do. You cannot be "good" enough to gain your salvation. It can only be gained as a free gift from God because of and through Jesus. It turns out, much to my surprise, that you don't have to earn, in fact it is impossible for you to earn, your salvation. Wow, what a revelation. I have heard preachers say as much many times in my youth, only to learn that they expected me to earn that salvation by being a "good boy". Like Jay, I found that to be an impossible task. I remember one day I decided that repenting and getting saved all over again every Sunday night was a hassle. I heard that God would hear your prayers and answer if you were earnest in your payers so I devised a plan and carried it out. I prayed and asked God to forgive all my sins and all the sins I was going to commit in the future. It lifted a great burden off my shoulders and for a time I was content in my faith. I made a fatal error, though, that ended my contentment. I told others about my plan. Some people just found it amusing, but others were appalled and said I was just making excuses to be as bad as possible without the eternal consequences. Thanks to Jay, I now find that I was very close to a sacred truth. Thank you Jay, for putting into words what I have always felt but was unable to express.
The last two or three chapters deal almost exclusively with debunking the conservative fundamentalist tunnel vision regarding homosexuality. Wow, it is refreshing to run across a Christian who actually has the cajones to expose the hypocrisy. Even if homosexuality is a "sin", and I don't believe it is, spewing hatred of homosexuals from the pulpit must be a much worse sin.
I highly recommend this book for people like myself who want desperately to remain Christian, but cannot abide the current trends in Fundamentalist Churchianity. I also recommend it to those who reject the fundamentalists, but find the Liberal "High Church" too cold and uncommitted, perhaps ritualistic.
Harvey Childers
May 1, 2011
The first thing that struck me about the book was the title, "Fall to Grace" as opposed to "fall from grace". I often heard the phrase "fall from grace" as I was growing up. It was usually a description of someone who stopped following the rules and started doing things or saying things that were unacceptable for a Christian to do or say. Fallen was something I always felt in danger of becoming. "Falling to Grace" implies something very different. It's almost like you need to fall to a level so low that grace is all you have left and the only thing that can save you. And in fact, grace is the only thing that can save you no matter who you are or what you do. You cannot be "good" enough to gain your salvation. It can only be gained as a free gift from God because of and through Jesus. It turns out, much to my surprise, that you don't have to earn, in fact it is impossible for you to earn, your salvation. Wow, what a revelation. I have heard preachers say as much many times in my youth, only to learn that they expected me to earn that salvation by being a "good boy". Like Jay, I found that to be an impossible task. I remember one day I decided that repenting and getting saved all over again every Sunday night was a hassle. I heard that God would hear your prayers and answer if you were earnest in your payers so I devised a plan and carried it out. I prayed and asked God to forgive all my sins and all the sins I was going to commit in the future. It lifted a great burden off my shoulders and for a time I was content in my faith. I made a fatal error, though, that ended my contentment. I told others about my plan. Some people just found it amusing, but others were appalled and said I was just making excuses to be as bad as possible without the eternal consequences. Thanks to Jay, I now find that I was very close to a sacred truth. Thank you Jay, for putting into words what I have always felt but was unable to express.
The last two or three chapters deal almost exclusively with debunking the conservative fundamentalist tunnel vision regarding homosexuality. Wow, it is refreshing to run across a Christian who actually has the cajones to expose the hypocrisy. Even if homosexuality is a "sin", and I don't believe it is, spewing hatred of homosexuals from the pulpit must be a much worse sin.
I highly recommend this book for people like myself who want desperately to remain Christian, but cannot abide the current trends in Fundamentalist Churchianity. I also recommend it to those who reject the fundamentalists, but find the Liberal "High Church" too cold and uncommitted, perhaps ritualistic.
Harvey Childers
May 1, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Corrections to last blog
In the interest of accuracy in whiskey lore, I offer the following corrections to the whiskey portion of my last blog. I sent the text of my last blog to the friend I mentioned and he promptly sent some corrections. In hindsight, I should have done more research or at least waited until I got his comments before publishing that portion of the blog. As always, I have included a bit of religion at the end of this blog, even though it is just a correction.
Harvey,
"Yes, peaty is a word. So is "peatreek", the nature or degree to which something smells peaty. Though perhaps counterintuitive at first blush (or should I say "sniff"?), a good reek (of peat) is something to treasure. For some of us.
(I can see the approach of a little investigation into the history and usage of the word "reek".)
However, I must correct your understanding of peat and how it flavors scotch. Peat is not dirt. It is vegetation, mostly moss, that one author has described as partly "fossilized". I've long thought it was partly decomposed. I will look into this further. But it is certainly not dirt. It is burned for fuel where it is abundant and where other fuels are not.
Conversely, it's difficult to burn dirt - not that I've put a lot of effort into trying. In fact, no effort at all has gone that direction.
Scotch whisky gets its flavor from several features and ingredients: The yeast used; the nature and quality of source water; the proximity to salty ocean air; the barrels used for aging; and, in the case of peat, the fuel used to dry the green malt in the kiln. Some of the peatiest, Laphroaig and Lagavulin, say their source water picks up flavor by flowing through peat (just as other distillers say theirs picks up heathery notes by flowing across the moors), but most of smokey flavor in scotch whisky comes from the smoke generated by the drying fire in the kiln. Apparently, peat fires are kept at a relatively low heat: enough to dry the germ and stop internal consumption of sugars, but intentionally smoldering and smokey for the flavor it imparts.
Interestingly, the Islay Islands are an area where peat was historically (and still is) abundant and other fuels had to be imported, and to this day the peatiest scotches are distilled there. In other areas of Scotland, other fuels were more readily available and used for drying heat; and hence those areas of Scotland produce whiskys that are less smokey than those of Islay.
I've never been to Scotland; I've never smelled peat smoke; I've never distilled anything. This all comes from reading, and I trust it is correct.
Apparently peat smoke smells quite good - heather and grass. At the very least, it smells good to a peat lover.
I can distinguish smoke from wood fires of Doug-fir, pine, oak, alder, juniper, pinon pine. So I can easily imagine peat smoke has characteristic aroma. I hope I get a chance to smell it some day; I think then I could more precisely say "That is the peat smoke flavor", and distinguish it from other complexities of scotch flavor. In the meantime, "smokey" will have to do, and "smokey" and "peaty" are synonymous.
In looking into the definition of peat, I learned that Kentucky (or U.S.?) law limits the use of bourbon barrels to one time only (or at least that was true at one time). Thus, there are a lot of oak barrels for sale that scotch distillers snap up. Other barrels are sometimes used for scotch, but they are not as plentiful, and thus the associated scotches are specialty items.
"Consequently, when you do luck onto a bottle, you savor it and make it last."
Yes and no. Yes, it is wonderful good fortune to have a bottle of good single-malt, and Yes it is to be savored. Unfortunately, a wee dram each evening means that the bottle doesn't last as long as one might like. But it still is made to last a lot longer than a bottle of wine or a bottle of orange juice!! So I guess you are correct on all counts. haha!
I found an article written by someone who likes the smokey flavor given by peat fires as much as I do. He said he brought home from Scotland some cookies and breads in a tin that also held some peat-dried barley malt. He took the cookies and breads out and found they smelled smokey, and long afterward he continued to open the tin occasionally to get a whiff of the wonderful peatreek. He must be my long-lost brother, because I have several empty Laphroag cans that I occasionally open just to get a whiff; they have been empty for many years. They never contained dried grain, so perhaps my case is one of wishful thinking and fond memory.
Though it didn't come in a tin container, I did just now discover that my relatively new Lagavulin bottle had a drop remaining. Thank you again.
That author also said one should never put ice in a glass of single
malt: ice deadens the tongue, and prevents the enjoyment of the subtleties and nuances of the whisky. He said one can put all the ice desired into a glass of blended scotch!! haha!"
Bill
I stand corrected, and gratefully so. Thank you Bill. The next time I buy you a bottle of Single Malt, I will make certain it comes in a tin canister. I may even drop in a few grains of aged barley for your future enjoyment. The obvious reference to my fondness of ice in my cheap blended scotch was uncalled for, but I suppose I had it coming as punishment for my woefully inaccurate ramblings about a subject, which obviously near and dear to your heart.
And now to answer some of my well meaning Christian Brothers and Sisters who think I talk too much about whiskey when Christians are not even supposed to drink. In truth I have spent considerable time talking about Scotch lately, and I will attempt to avoid the subject for a while, but I offer the following quote from one of my favorite Christians of all time and arguably one of the most often quoted Christians of all time.
"Temperance is, unfortunately, one of those words that has changed its meaning. It now usually means teetotalism… [In the past,] temperance referred not specially to drink, but to all pleasures; and it meant not abstaining, but going the right length and no further. It is a mistake to think that Christians ought all to be teetotalers; Mohammedanism, not Christianity, is the teetotal religion.—C.S. Lewis. Mere Christianity, p. 78-79
Of course it may be the duty of a particular Christian, or of any Christian, at a particular time, to abstain from strong drink, either because he is the sort of man who cannot drink at all without drinking too much, or because he is with people who are inclined to drunkenness and must not encourage them by drinking himself. But the whole point is that he is abstaining, for a good reason, from something which he does not condemn and which he likes to see other people enjoying. One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting every one else to give it up. That is not the Christian way. An individual Christian may see fit to give up all sorts of things for special reasons—marriage, or meat, or beer, or the cinema; but the moment he starts saying the things are bad in themselves, or looking down his nose at other people who use them, he has taken the wrong turning.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Faith, Frogs, Whiskey, Dance and Travel
Whiskey
My friend likes (loves?) old single malt scotch whiskey. He has commented in my presence about how he likes it smokey and peaty. (wow, I just typed the word "peaty" and my spell checker had no reaction, is this really a word?) Anyway, I understand smokey, some sauces and cheeses taste smokey and it is a pleasant flavor. But peaty? Peat is just dirt with lots of organic material mixed in. They dig it out of the ground and filter the scotch through it. Go figure. The smokey flavor apparently comes from the charred insides of the oak barrels used to age the scotch. The longer it ages, the more of the charred oak flavor it takes on.
My friend likes (loves?) old single malt scotch whiskey. He has commented in my presence about how he likes it smokey and peaty. (wow, I just typed the word "peaty" and my spell checker had no reaction, is this really a word?) Anyway, I understand smokey, some sauces and cheeses taste smokey and it is a pleasant flavor. But peaty? Peat is just dirt with lots of organic material mixed in. They dig it out of the ground and filter the scotch through it. Go figure. The smokey flavor apparently comes from the charred insides of the oak barrels used to age the scotch. The longer it ages, the more of the charred oak flavor it takes on.
I found it interesting that the barrels used to age scotch are barrels that were used in Kentucky to age bourbon whiskey. These barrels are built from seasoned oak and charred on the inside. When the Kentucky whiskey is aged for the prescribed time the whiskey is removed and the barrel is sold to whiskey makers in Scotland. It is my understanding that only barrels used to age Kentucky bourbon are acceptable for this purpose.
I guess it is the single malt aspect, which means it was made from malted barley and distilled at a single distillery, not blended with other whiskeys, and the age that determines how good and how expensive it is. You can pay seventy or eighty dollars for an average bottle of 18 year old single malt scotch. So you can see why you probably will only have it if it is a gift or if you buy it for a special occasion. Consequently, when you do luck onto a bottle, you savor it and make it last.
So at Christmas I gave my friend a bottle of good scotch.
Not counting politics, Kentucky is a pretty cool place. Did you know that out of 120 counties in Kentucky, 86 of them are still under prohibition. Did you also know that more that 95% of the bourbon whisky distilled in the US is done in Kentucky?
Travel
My friend is a drummer in a rock and roll band. I'm actually using the phrase "rock and roll" rather loosely. They play a variety of music in a variety of genres. We were talking about music one day and he mentioned that music sometimes has a profound effect on him. I think it drags up "River Teeth". River teeth are memories that stay with you when all other memories have faded away. "River Teeth" is the title of a book by David James Duncan and a very interesting and enjoyable read. I have always loved James Taylor's version of the song "In My Mind I'm Going To Carolina". It brings up memories of Carolina. Both North and South Carolina are very unique and interesting places. The coast of the these states is so different from the Oregon coast you would think they were totally different oceans, oh wait, they are.
There are so many places right here in the good old USA that I have not seen, it will take the rest of my life and more to see it all. As a young man, I once drove south from Louisville with a girl friend. We wanted to see New Orleans, but ran out of money and gas just south of Jackson Mississippi. We just found a well lighted parking lot and parked the car and stuck out our thumbs. We made it to the Gulf Coast just east of New Orleans. We just kept going east and traveled the coast line through Mississippi, Alabama, and a little way into Florida. Then we ran out of time and had to get back so we turned around and headed NW to get the car. We were crazy, of course, but we did have the where-with-all to retain enough gas money to get us home. The thing is we did not just see these places, we experienced them and met the people and waded in a swamp and slept on the earth, drank the local water and ate the local food. We rode about 20 miles with a group of people in the back of a truck heading for their work place where they shucked oysters. I doubt I will ever do that again, but it will never leave my memory. It is one of my river teeth.
My friend is a drummer in a rock and roll band. I'm actually using the phrase "rock and roll" rather loosely. They play a variety of music in a variety of genres. We were talking about music one day and he mentioned that music sometimes has a profound effect on him. I think it drags up "River Teeth". River teeth are memories that stay with you when all other memories have faded away. "River Teeth" is the title of a book by David James Duncan and a very interesting and enjoyable read. I have always loved James Taylor's version of the song "In My Mind I'm Going To Carolina". It brings up memories of Carolina. Both North and South Carolina are very unique and interesting places. The coast of the these states is so different from the Oregon coast you would think they were totally different oceans, oh wait, they are.
There are so many places right here in the good old USA that I have not seen, it will take the rest of my life and more to see it all. As a young man, I once drove south from Louisville with a girl friend. We wanted to see New Orleans, but ran out of money and gas just south of Jackson Mississippi. We just found a well lighted parking lot and parked the car and stuck out our thumbs. We made it to the Gulf Coast just east of New Orleans. We just kept going east and traveled the coast line through Mississippi, Alabama, and a little way into Florida. Then we ran out of time and had to get back so we turned around and headed NW to get the car. We were crazy, of course, but we did have the where-with-all to retain enough gas money to get us home. The thing is we did not just see these places, we experienced them and met the people and waded in a swamp and slept on the earth, drank the local water and ate the local food. We rode about 20 miles with a group of people in the back of a truck heading for their work place where they shucked oysters. I doubt I will ever do that again, but it will never leave my memory. It is one of my river teeth.
Dance
I like to dance, but only on a concrete floor. I have this effect on wood, above grade, floors that is akin to striking a drum with a bunch of pennies lying on it. The pennies represent all the people around me. That may be a slight exaggeration, but that's how I feel when I'm up there and all the other dancers are having trouble keeping their footing. Or maybe they are drunk.
I like to dance, but only on a concrete floor. I have this effect on wood, above grade, floors that is akin to striking a drum with a bunch of pennies lying on it. The pennies represent all the people around me. That may be a slight exaggeration, but that's how I feel when I'm up there and all the other dancers are having trouble keeping their footing. Or maybe they are drunk.
Frogs
Faith
I have always had faith that God existed. I'm not even sure faith is the right word. I knew God existed, and when you know something to be a fact, faith is not necessary. Growing up I was afraid of God. As a young man I still knew that God existed but I did not like him very much. He seemed very mean, even cruel and I wanted nothing to do with him. Then in middle age I net a woman who introduced me to Jesus. Not the Jesus from my Sunday School lessons but the real Jesus. She told me that Jesus was sent to us to show us what God was really like. She told me to forget about all the stuff I had heard about God and Jesus and just read about Jesus for myself. I did that and discovered a God I liked. A God that was loving and compassionate, not mean spirited and cruel. So the God I thought existed was really a scary fiction. Now I still know that God exists but he/she/they/it is/are a God I can trust with my eternal soul.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Is it time to hurl?
I learned a valuable lesson today. This morning when I was thinking about what to take for lunch, I decided I wanted a high protein, low carb, high potassium lunch. With this in mind I opened the cabinet and found a can of salmon and a can of black beans. Since I was running late I didn’t want to take the time to put them in separate containers. I reasoned that since they were both going to end up in my gut, I would just save my gut some time and mix them together. Lucy, my lovely wife, was kind enough to open the cans, drain them and find an appropriately sized container for them. I tossed in a few drops of balsamic vinegar for flavor and we were out the door in record time.
Now I love the flavor of salmon, even canned, and I love black beans and balsamic vinegar, so you can imagine my surprise when the taste of the three items combined made me want to vomit on my shoes. Luckily I was able to hold it down and because I had packed nothing else to eat I suffered through the entire meal. I needed the sustenance it provided and I hate to waste food. I am also attempting to live by the credo “eat to live, don’t live to eat”. It is amazing what a little self-talk and a large paper clip attached to your nose will allow you to choke down.
Well I ate in record time and was feeling good that the ordeal was over and I had survived it without sending the contents of my gut to the floor. What I did not understand at the time was that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, just like in high school physics. Well the reaction for this particular action came in two equally disturbing forms: 1. If you think salmon , black beans and balsamic vinegar are disgusting going in, you will need a much more descriptive adjective for the gastronomic after effects. 2. If you want to remain in the good graces of your fellow office mates, you should never put such a concoction into a microwave oven. If you ignore this advice, be prepared to face the wrath of those around you. You can mitigate that wrath somewhat by doing two things: A. Be prepared with cloth and cleaners to scour the bean innards from the microwave cooking cavity. And B. have a can of spray deodorizer nearby, both for the air in the office from cooking and for the later gastronomic by-products.
Respectfully keeping my distance,
Harvey
And now I am faced with a familiar dilemma. This is supposed to be a Christian blog, so what spiritual truth can we glean from the above narrative? Let me think......Okay here's one: Mixing religion and politics is like mixing fish and beans. The outcome is always unpleasant. Tossing science into the mix is like adding balsamic vinegar to the fish & beans. It can only worsen the effects.
Amen
Thursday, November 11, 2010
To Judge or Not To Judge
The following is my answer to a question posed by a mother concerning her daughter and whether she could pass judgment on her friends. A couple of things to keep in mind as you read this. 1. I tend to paraphrase scripture, so you may not agree with my interpretation. 2. I was speaking to a fundamentalist Christian, and for that reason I used the masculine pronoun when referring to God. I don’t believe God has a specific gender, but it is easier to just use the accepted forms than to try to explain that each time I speak.
Luke 6:37-42 speaks to this issue best of any I have seen. Judge not, so you won’t be judged. Don’t condemn and you won’t be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven. Give and you will be given to. The criteria you use to judge, condemn, forgive or give to others is the same criteria which will be used to judge, condemn, forgive or give to you. It occurs to me that, knowing these things, I may want to be very careful judging or condemning. This passage also has a great parable about the blind leading the blind and the specks and/or planks in our eyes. Matthew 7:1-5 says the same things.
1 Corinthians 4:5 says to judge nothing before the Lord returns. The Lord will know the motives of your heart and so will be equipped to judge correctly. This indicates to me that motive is important in knowing if a wrong has been committed. Even in our own system of justice it is very difficult to convict someone of a crime if you are unable to determine his motive. In society, we must be free to speculate about motive in order to maintain order and punish crime. But in truth, only the person doing the deed and God, can know for certain what his motive is for committing the deed. For this reason we cannot judge anyone. It is not our job. It is God’s job, and He has sole discretion over what constitutes sin, and He has sole discretion over what the punishment might be if He determines that a sin has been committed.
It is a dilemma, because you want your kids to make wise choices based on your values and morals. Yet if they make the choice only because they know you want it, whose values are they displaying? They need to make the choice because it is the right thing to do and they need to be able to understand why this is right and that is wrong. As a young seeker I read a book called “Why I Believe”. The only thing it taught me was that the author’s reason for believing was not a good reason for me to believe. I needed a bit more evidence than this author presented. As a small child all that is necessary is “Mom or Dad says so and if I disobey it hurts”. As the child grows up he/she needs to have reasons which make sense for doing this as opposed to that. It is the job of the parent to see that the reasons are in place when needed, and that they are logical.
Another thing that occurs to me is in something you said about the mother and daughter wanting not to judge, lest they be judged. It seems immature to simply not want to judge because you don’t want to be judged. That is simple self preservation. We don’t judge because we are not qualified to judge and our judgment may be incorrect or unjust. It’s the old “don’t judge me till you have walked a mile in my shoes” metaphor.
John 12:47 tells us that even Jesus was not going to judge us. He came to save us not to judge us. So how can we presume to judge others when even Jesus won’t.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Scotch, The Alternate Sacremental Wine
I had some scotch again tonight. I don't usually have drinks two nights in a row, but tonight was an exception. Actually I did not have drinks last night so, technically, I will not have had drinks two nights in a row until I have drinks tomorrow night, which I plan to do so it's the same thing. I think. Right? Anyway I don't want to drink two nights in a row because it seems excessive. I don't want to be an alcoholic. I try to limit my drinking to 1 night every week or two. Why am I talking about drinking? Isn't that one of the signs of alcoholism? If you are not drinking, you are talking about drinking.
I like scotch, cheap scotch, not single malt, expensive scotch. I am not a scotch snob, I just want a cheap blended scotch. Some of the bars in the small towns around here don't understand scotch. They seem to think that if you want scotch, you want some expensive 18 year old liquid for which they can charge you $9.00. I do not want a $9.00 drink. I just want scotch. I guess people who usually order scotch around here don't care about the cost. If it is 18 years old and has a prestigious name, then it must be good, so they sip it and comment on its body and flavor and everyone thinks they are wise in the ways of good liquor. Maybe they are wise or at least knowledgeable, but not me. If you intend to sip on an ounce and a half of scotch for two hours, you will not be concerned about the cost. In order to get the result I am looking for I need to have consumed 5 or 6 ounces in that same 2 hours. That would cost me $27.00. Scotch is here for one purpose, and only one purpose. That purpose is to get you feeling good. To get your otherwise slow tongue moving a little faster. To release some of your inhibitions so that you can say what you really think without caring so much about how it sounds to others. I like scotch for two reasons: 1. it tastes better to me than other hard liquors, and 2. It tastes bad enough to me that I will never drink it just for the taste.
I guess you have figured out by now that this writing has nothing to do with sacraments. Sorry about that, but it is a Christian blog, so if I wanted to write about scotch, I had to make some religious reference somewhere. Why not the title?
I like scotch, cheap scotch, not single malt, expensive scotch. I am not a scotch snob, I just want a cheap blended scotch. Some of the bars in the small towns around here don't understand scotch. They seem to think that if you want scotch, you want some expensive 18 year old liquid for which they can charge you $9.00. I do not want a $9.00 drink. I just want scotch. I guess people who usually order scotch around here don't care about the cost. If it is 18 years old and has a prestigious name, then it must be good, so they sip it and comment on its body and flavor and everyone thinks they are wise in the ways of good liquor. Maybe they are wise or at least knowledgeable, but not me. If you intend to sip on an ounce and a half of scotch for two hours, you will not be concerned about the cost. In order to get the result I am looking for I need to have consumed 5 or 6 ounces in that same 2 hours. That would cost me $27.00. Scotch is here for one purpose, and only one purpose. That purpose is to get you feeling good. To get your otherwise slow tongue moving a little faster. To release some of your inhibitions so that you can say what you really think without caring so much about how it sounds to others. I like scotch for two reasons: 1. it tastes better to me than other hard liquors, and 2. It tastes bad enough to me that I will never drink it just for the taste.
I guess you have figured out by now that this writing has nothing to do with sacraments. Sorry about that, but it is a Christian blog, so if I wanted to write about scotch, I had to make some religious reference somewhere. Why not the title?
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