Showing posts with label bourbon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bourbon. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Sunny Chicago

Honestly, I want to write about the Chicago Strike.

I have some great things to say, too.  Stuff about how important it is that we don't neglect our nation's great union history.  But I have other, seemingly opposing thoughts about how teacher unions suck, caught defending bad teachers--and how bad that is for schools.

I want to tell you about it.  But all I want to do is tell you about this great drink I invented tonight.

So.

I'll talk about unions and Chicago and the future of education and how-to-fix-it-all-because-I-know-what-we-need-to-do-as-a-nation... later this week.

Now, a cocktail recipe.  And, if you truly love America in your heart (and aren't a recovering alcoholic), you will love it.  Enjoy.

Kentucky Sunshine

1 and half shots of bourbon (I'm using Redemption Rye Bourbon.  It's good.)
1 shot of limoncello
1/4 wedge of lemon, squeezed and dropped in
top with champagne

Fill a midsize glass with ice.  Go with clear glass:  you want to let that sunshine in.  Add ingredients in order.  Drink.  Smile.  Shop online.  Text your mom/friends/sexy stranger you met in bar.  Whatever suits you.

Look, I understand that you probably don't have limoncello.  Or champagne.  Listen to me:  that's crazy.  Go to a liquor store and get a bottle of each.  Get the cheap stuff.  Spend $8 on the champagne, maybe $15 on the limoncello.  Plug the champagne bottle with a dense wad of paper towels and it will keep for weeks.  Trust me-- when you blend drinks, it's not about high quality mixers.  It's all about the interaction.

Just like with people.

Man, I wish I could make everyone in Chicago-- the teachers, the politicians, the parents, Rahm-- a Kentucky Sunshine.  Well, not the kids.

They wouldn't appreciate it.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Occupy: Political Party or, Well, Just a Party?


May the best narrative win.

Looking around in the golden glow of the wall sconces at the Roebling Tea Room, I found Anthea and Vanessa at the bar talking about Occupy. Anthea, in for a short stay from the UK, and Vanessa, from Venezuela, were recounting a conversation with a protester from earlier in the evening.

Still damp from a fine and chilly mist blowing around in the November evening, I just wanted a little whiskey in a glass. But I was all ears.

“She was young, yes, but so very eloquent,” said Vanessa. “These people have no agenda but to say 'there is a problem.'”
“But is that enough?” asked Anthea. “When I asked her what they wanted, she couldn't answer. What kind of protest movement has no goal?”
Vanessa thought for a moment. “I don't think there is a goal in the traditional sense. They just want to be heard. They have reasonable complaints, I think. Companies have too much power.”
Anthea smiled. “I just don't think I understand exactly what they want. What would it take for the protestors to say they achieved something?"

It's a good question. What is happening down there at those Occupy protests? I contend that how you answer that question says more about where you get your Narrative than it does about what is actually happening.

Narrative: A Working Definition
We are not Fact or Data Driven. We are Narrative Driven.

Here's how it works: something happens. People talk about what happened. People who weren't at the event must rely on how other people talk about the event. Different versions of the event are passed around. One or two versions rise to the top and become the “Narrative.”

The Narrative need not be fact-based or fair. These are incidental. It merely needs to be believed. It's often shocking, scary, sexy, or funny and almost always has a spin or slant to it.  When the event is political in any way, like Occupy, there are often at least two competing Narratives battling for your support.

It's American Idol for Stories.  It doesn't matter who can sing better.  It only matters if we like the singer.

Occupy: Waterloo or Bonnaroo
As far as I can tell, the Narratives told by supporters of the Occupy protestors include:
1. The 99% of America wants the 1% to pay more. These percentages refer to the proportional amount of total US wealth that individual people have.
2. Wall Street and Washington are corrupt, filled with criminals who use power and influence to “game” the system to unfairly and unethically amass wealth.
3. American democracy is broken and until drastic changes are made in how people are allowed to participate in politics, the US will continue to decay.
4. College debt is burying young people; education should be a right, not a burden.


Those who are critical of Occupy largely seem to think that there is NO legitimate protest at Occupy-- the only story is about the protestors themselves:
1. The protestors are anarchists and communists, interested in destroying order in America.
2. Most people involved in the movement are drug users, criminals, or opportunists who want a free lunch and state-supported unemployment.
3. Many protestors are college kids out to get wasted and bang on drums.
4. A significant number of protestors are hypocrites: wealthy kids who are “slumming” with the unemployed for the sake of adventure or to collect great stories.

There Is No "Truth," Only Narrative
In this, I see a larger view of all conversation about politics in our country.  The battle lines of politics are not idealogical; they are anecdotal.  Most people form opinions about the President, Congress, candidates, political parties based on the dominant stories in the media.  Because people tend to get their media stories from one side of the political spectrum, we are in a constant state of story battle.

Subsequently, the strongest Narratives are the ones that transcend media lines:  killing Osama was great for America, Congress sucks, unemployment is too high. When the Narrative differs across different media, the story gets less strong.  Is Obama a failure?  Are taxes too high?  Is there too much regulation? Your answer is merely an extension of the Narrative that you believe. 

Which story will solidify the Occupy Narrative?  Will it be rich, hypocritical protestors staying at the W hotel?  Filthy, violent communists raping naive coeds and pooping on cars?  Evil Corporations swinging sweetheart deals with politicians?  How about the police brutalizing protestors?  Maybe it'll be well-intentioned emergency officials getting attacked by crazed protestors.  Perhaps it'll be bailed-out Wall Street execs awarding themselves huge, end-of-year bonuses while unemployment numbers creep higher.

Which brings us back to the charming Vanessa and Anthea, two foreign nationals with the perfect amount of objectivity. Their conversation, on a stormy night in late autumn, affords a telling glimpse of American culture.  They don't know what Occupy is because there is no dominant Narrative. The competition over the successful Narrative is still in full swing.

Which Narrative will win your vote?


Sunday, February 6, 2011

Hot Bourbon



Mixology


Ah, winter time.

Look into the grim, grey curtain of a February day. The snow, once so gleaming, now looks like tattered bed sheets dripping on the pavement. The cold sneaks her fingers down your collar, into your gloves, and through your socks.

Winter doesn't play. She likes to remind you that, in fact, you are not in charge. The simplest walk is now a harrowing journey; you negotiate whether or not you really need that gallon of milk or want to see that movie.

Winter forces you to get creative. There are always choices. What can you imagine? If it's a choice between being sad and cold or being happy and warm, why choose misery?

Hey! It looks like we're in for another storm, my gentle readers. Care for a suggestion?

Hot Bourbon
boiling water
2 tablespoons of honey
1 quarter of a lemon
3-5 whole cloves
bourbon (I like Elija Craig or Makers for this-- but any bourbon will do)

1. Get that nice mug in your cabinet that you love to drink coffee/tea/hot cocoa out of.
2. Fill it with a couple of ounces of boiling water (about ¼ full of a typical mug)
3. Stir in a a tablespoon (or more) of honey. I like more.
4. Stud the lemon quarter then squeeze the lemon into the mug. Then drop it in.
5. Add bourbon until you double the amount in the mug
6. Stir-- and then sip until it's gone. Repeat as needed.

The Hot Bourbon: a great way to lean into the last few weeks of winter.

Thanks to Esquire magazine, and the entire of country of Ireland, for the recipe for Hot Whiskey Punch.

UPCOMING BLOGS:
review of True Grit and 
an essay on your least favorite food