As is my way with beverage consumption, I'm taking the opposite tack of what I did earlier in the day. I had a brutal late morning of big-box store shopping, and my nerves were hanging by a thread by the time I got home. I felt the appropriate thing to do was to have a beer.
To understand the implications of this act, you, dear reader, must put several facts together.
Fact #1: All the beer in my apartment is packaged in 500ml cans.
Fact #2: Some of the aforementioned beer is 4% ABV, but some of it is 10%.
Fact #3: I had one of the 10% 500ml cans.
Very little has happened in the hours since that beer was cracked open. But, since the torpor has worn off, I flipped to the opposite end of the potables spectrum and brewed some coffee. (Side note: I just found out today how to say "brewed coffee" in RC-ish. I never missed the phrase before, because most coffee shops around here deal almost exclusively in a single kind of coffee preparation, and such specification is unnecessary.) So now, since it's a weekend evening and I have absolutely zero desire to work on these miserable job applications, I'm treating myself: I have given myself leave to work on my book manuscript without fretting about the applications coming due at the end of the month. Yay...procrastination?
So as I puzzle over which bits of my dissertation can be beaten into a new and pleasingly bookish shape, I have both the local (the specifics of my research) and the global (the analytical implications thereof) in mind. Why, that sounded like a musical cue! Gogol Bordello, take it away!
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