Cure for a cold winter night.

Week 1 in The Year of Drinking Adventurously. Scots Whiskey. (Find all 52 weeks here.)

While the rest of you all are hitting the gym, drinking barley grass smoothies for breakfast and giving up refined flour and sugar, I am starting the new year by flying in the face of convention. This is the year of drinking adventurously!  (All things in moderation, dear friends.  I am not advocating overindulgence.)

Based on Jeff Cioletti’s book of the same title, my adventure will take me (figuratively) around the globe to sample the potent potables of the world.   (And possibly go broke – life’s too short to drink cheap booze, after all.)  Each week, I’ll let you know how I enjoyed the beverage of choice and hopefully find a way to tie it into writing.  This is a writing blog, remember?

I’m joining my friend Lula on this tour.  You can see how she traveled the globe here.  And follow Jeff’s blog, here.

Week one:  Scots whiskey

I do enjoy my whiskey.  Especially in the winter when comforting heat can be had in a glass.  I’m not above drinking a blended whiskey but prefer the single malt.

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Image thanks to Pinterest

There are differences among the regional varieties that I won’t go into here.  If you want to know, Jeff’s book has a nice overview.

My liquor cabinet currently holds Dalwhinnie Highland Malt Scotch Whiskey.

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A decent bottle, medium priced and smooth.
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Seawater filtered through dirty ashtrays, pricey, exquisite

 

 

 

The Laphroaig is one of my favorites but I know it’s not for everyone. I grimaced at my first sip of Laphroaig.  But I fell in love after the second.  Jeff’s book compares it to “kissing a supermodel who smokes.”

 

Or if you prefer, kissing Aidan Turner:

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Thanks BBC America

Sorry, I’ve been looking for an excuse to post a photo of Aidan Turner.  Anyway…  I take my Scotch neat or with just one ice cube.  I’ve never had a Scotch cocktail; not even the classic Rob Roy or Rusty Nail.  Why mess with a good thing?

At the end of the day, whether it be a day I spent in practice or a day spent writing and editing, it is a joy to savor that glass of liquid smoke.  Sometimes there is a flash of inspiration in that last sip – one that has me pulling out my notebook and pen, scribbling furiously while the words roll off the tongue of the invisible narrator.  So fill your glass with a dram of good Scots whiskey.  And find a beautiful companion to share it with! (Here’s more Aidan.  Sorry, couldn’t help myself.  Wait.  Why am I apologizing?!?)

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Photo of beautiful companion courtesy IMDB

 

Black holes and exaggerations.

Black holes have always fascinated me.  Science fiction portrays them as gateways to other universes, dimensions, etc.  And while that’s impossible (or so they say 😉 ), it’s still a cool concept – using a point in space to travel extreme distances and arrive in strange new worlds.  Officially, black holes are points of matter so dense that their extreme gravity doesn’t even let light escape.  Is there a force in the universe powerful enough to counter the effects of such tremendous pull?

What if metaphorically, your light has slipped past the event horizon?  You are too close to break free.  There’s no point in fighting it.  You are stretched into the tiniest of particles as the gravity rips your matter apart. From a body, to organs, to tissues, to cells, to molecules and atoms.  Your atoms don’t even stand a chance.  They are ripped into their components:  electrons, neutrons, protons.  Do they also disintegrate into  even smaller particles?  And all of it in an instant.  Poof.  You’re gone.

Have the last few weeks or month felt like this to you?  Maybe it happens to you in the summertime, when sunshine and warm weather have you daydreaming about cocktails on the beach.  (Um, unless you’re in the southern hemisphere, where it is summertime.  In that case, double whammy!)  Whatever it is, something sometime is going to pull the energy and enthusiasm right out of your proverbial mind/body, rip you into your component parts and scatter you to the wind.  (Mixing metaphors, I know).  (Does the period go inside or outside the parentheses?  Anyone?)

What if, (still speaking metaphorically) you reach the center of the black hole, the singularity, and instead of being destroyed, antigravity pushes you out the other side?  The force is equal to that which pulled you in.  Your atoms coalesce, cells join into tissues and organs, your body reforms. You’re alive!  Best of all, your mind is clearer and more focused than ever before.  You are ready to get to work with discipline and determination.  If that is true, then taking a break from the normal routine has been beneficial.  Even though the time off may not have been productive, it has served a purpose.  Yes, other responsibilities may have stretched you thin.  But it’s over.  You made it out the other side.  So long black hole.  Until the next time you get too close.

*Please don’t take this for a scientifically accurate article.  Nothing can survive a black hole.  Not even Maximillian Schell.  

From “The Black Hole”  1979, starring, you guessed it, Maximillian Schell.