New year, new challenges! In 2013 I will be conducting experiments on myself to test whether aspects of the paleo/primal lifestyle suit me. Here’s the first instalment as I chronicle the journey, on my new blog, Revenge of the Caveman:
New year, new challenges! In 2013 I will be conducting experiments on myself to test whether aspects of the paleo/primal lifestyle suit me. Here’s the first instalment as I chronicle the journey, on my new blog, Revenge of the Caveman:
As of this week, I’ve joined HuffPo as a blogger, specifically on the subject of booze. I’m still not sure about the whole writing for free thing, but people who think a lot more about branding and self-promotion than I do assure me that raising my profile/traffic/whatever is a good thing. OK then.
This is my page at The Huffington Post.
Only one post so far, but it’s a start … here’s an idea: You could subscribe to the RSS and check regularly.
Ladies and gentlemen, it brings me great pleasure to announce my new booze blog, That Sweet Burn.
Some of you may have noticed my links to the site via Twitter, Facebook and so on already, and have asked what it’s all about. This post explains it.
The name is of course a reference to the tickle and sting that accompanies a swig of the finest hooch.
I’m not sure the interweb necessarily needed a whole new booze site, as there were plenty of fine ones to begin with (check out the blogroll over there). But I just had so many thoughts about beer and cocktails and liquor, and only one chance a week to share them at The Appetizer over at the National Post. And whereas the Post is written for a general audience, TSB can delve into the geekier aspects of liquorology when I feel so inclined.
So there we are. I hope you enjoy.
P.S. I would be much obliged if you would do me the honour of following me on Twitter at @ThatSweetBurn.
P.P.S. I’ll be launching yet another blog here soon.
George Lucas says Han never shot first, you were just confused | Film | Newswire | The A.V. Club (click link or headline to read)
Compare to this passage from my favourite book, George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four:
An oblong slip of newspaper had appeared between O’Brien’s fingers. For perhaps five seconds it was within the angle of Winston’s vision. It was a photograph, and there was no question of its identity. It was the photograph. It was another copy of the photograph of Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford at the party function in New York, which he had chanced upon eleven years ago and promptly destroyed. For only an instant it was before his eyes, then it was out of sight again. But he had seen it, unquestionably he had seen it! He made a desperate, agonizing effort to wrench the top half of his body free. It was impossible to move so much as a centimetre in any direction. For the moment he had even forgotten the dial. All he wanted was to hold the photograph in his fingers again, or at least to see it.
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I have been growing my hair out. I don’t know what I want it to end up looking like, just as long as it doesn’t look the way it does when I first wake up.
There’s been some epic bedhead lately. Enjoy.

The ideal Friday afternoon, including a glass of Lillet Rouge and an Americano (the cocktail, not the coffee)
I’m not a big fan of chain coffee shops generally, and I don’t normally dole out free advice to companies charging more than $3 for a fancy cup of joe. But with the news last week that Starbucks is expanding its list of stores serving alcohol, I feel compelled. If they do this thing right, the experiment could change North American after-work culture for the better.
Forgive the cynicism, but I had feared critter plonk, bland lagers and Skinnygirl Margaritas. But the reality is that Starbucks appears to be getting this right so far.
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