Miller is marketing their new chill beer pretty hard. The concept is that they include the lime and salt in the bottle (or at least the flavor) so you don't have to add it yourself.

Huh?

Reminds me of a story from my time in Italy. I was at a club called the blob throwing back a few rounds with some friends one evening and got a craving for Corona and lime (I know, Corona is cheap, crappy beer in Mexico, so sue me, I'm from the suburbs). I asked the bartender if they had Corona and she replied "oh we don't have that, but I could put a lime into MGD and that would be similar." Hold on a second, Miller...Seriously? First of all, why she would think that she could fool me into believing Miller was anything like Corona is beyond me. Second of all, have you ever put a lime into MGD? No? Niether have I, and I assume it's because its a terrible idea.

So now Miller is actually making a beer with salt and lime in with it. I guess this Italian bartender got a new job?

I wonder how hard it would really be to work at a big beer company. I've got an award winning suggestion that could make millions of dollars so listen up...make beer that doesn't taste crappy as it warms to room temperature. I know thats literally the most insane idea anyone has ever heard, but I am determined that with enough time, money, and effort it could happen.

Who am I kidding. In Russia people will drink aftershave to get drunk. As long as Miller doesn't taste completely terrible people will drink it to lower inhibition.

At least the aftershave leaves you smelling fresh.

Tierney, J. (2007, July 31) The Whys of Mating: 237 Reasons and Counting. The New York Times.


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I guess this article makes it pretty clear that above all, sex is powerful. Powerful in that it is associated with the achievement of so many goals. I suppose (err, a, know) its simply human nature to have sex, but there is something funny about it. Seriously, who knew how many problems could be solved by getting naked?

I do find it interesting that more men than women sleep with someone for "goal attainment" such as making someone guilty or getting ahead in a job. Guys are always talking about how women are using their sexual prowess to get ahead, and how it is imoral or at least unfair. But maybe (big shocker coming up...) men are actually just trying to pass the blame off to women to take attention away from their less than caliber deeds.

Super.

I think we would all be better off if we took everyone in the sex for "goal attainment" category and (to take a line from the simpsons) "put on a garbage barge where you will bare knuckle brawl until one of you becomes king of your floating hell." The real question is, how long before they start having sex with one another to be king?

Taking notes has always bugged me. Not, say, during class or while reading some oversized textbook, but while reading books for pleasure. I think it's something that happened as the result of college; this feeling that there would be no possible way to retain everything I read and I should somehow take it with me. So now I've attempted, slowly, painfully, to jot down notes as I read.

It usually starts like this: I diligently open my notebook, uncap my pen and rest it in my lap as I start to read. At first I have no problem writing down some interesting lines, noting my thoughts like a good liberal arts student. Then the notes become farther and farther apart, and the handwriting degrades into chicken scratches that can at best satisfy my academic guilt. Eventually I give it up completely, reassuring myself that I will 'reflect on my reading' when I'm done.

I just hope that someday when somebody finds my notebooks, they only stay interested for the first few pages. It's my good intentions that count...right?

I love when the reporter has a tagline like "angry state prosecutors protest wages" followed by a video of a cute ten year-old holding a pink and yellow sign that says "let my mommy have more money." Yep. Definitely an angry protest. I'm glad that reporters are so perceptive.

Lazy.

From the number of solicitations I'm getting regarding the various medical professional societies, I would guess that I will be very very busy in two weeks when school starts. So one would think that this would make being lazy a simple challenge. Wrong. It turns out that being bored is actually infuriating. So I'm trying my hardest to relax, on the advice of everyone, and it's proving to be hard. Don't get me wrong, the movie Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey is terribly amusing, but something just isn't doing it for me.

I suppose I worry about getting sucked into the void of gossip websites and mindless comedy shows that dominates prime time. It is real easy to blow eight hours surfing the web, as anyone who has held a desk job knows. I think instead I need to make a list of "things to do in the city" and just start doing, because frankly, afternoon news sucks.

Gelling, P. (2007, July 29) On the Eve of Asian Cup Final, Iraq Is the Proud Underdog. The New York Times

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One could only assume that there is quite the buzz in this stadium. You have to wonder what security is like at these games.

Angier, N. (2007, July 24) Smart, Curious, Ticklish. Rats? The New York Times

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"When it comes to sex, the analogies between rats and humans are “profound,” said James G. Pfaus of Concordia University in Montreal. “It’s not simply instinctual for them,” he said. 'Rats know what good sex is and what bad sex is. And when they have reason to anticipate great sex, they give you every indication they’re looking forward to it."

Huh. Rats? Really? I guess this means that there were two things not getting laid in my parent's basement all throughout high school....

This is the thermostat in my apartment. It taunts me by having a 'cool' setting that does not work. I lived through four years of college without air, and typically on the top floor of the building which, for all you math types:

High floors = Balls hot


And for the science types:

Hot air rises

And, until this summer, I used to pride myself on 'being a man' and 'taking the heat.' Well, this just isn't true anymore. If it means I get air conditioning then I would gladly wear a skirt around with a little pink bow in my hair. Ok, maybe not the bow, but you get the picture.