What's Good for You

Thank you, Liquid NyQuil, for your efforts last night in quelling my feverish insomnia. It succeeded where my attempts to fall asleep watching the Quebec leaders debate in French failed. I did note with amusement that the bottle stated not to be used for patients with "chronic alcoholism", so hopefully no long-term side-effects.

In any event, I find myself supremely excited for the next pint. Sometimes I'm unsure as to whether my love of Guinness rests with the taste, or the aura built up around it by the geniuses in their marketing department. But Budweiser and Coors Light also have fantastic commercials, and I have no problem in refusing to drink those beers unless absolutely no others are available. Guinness has had a huge host of successive ad campaigns over the years. In terms of picking the absolute best, it is for me a toss up me between "Good things come to those who wait" and "My Goodness, My Guinness". I lean toward the former, but they are difficult to compare because the latter has this old school kitschy value that is just superb. To wit.

2 more nights in Nova Scotia until the departure for an epic Chicago weekend. And only 3 days until the favorite day itself. Last night at the library I picked up the travel reading material for Chicago after consulting this Observer list of the 100 greatest books of all time. Herzog by Saul Bellow (#75) seemed a natural choice, as the one sentence description reads: "Adultery and nervous breakdown in Chicago". Beauty. I was also intrigued by the title of #82, Italo Calvino's: "If on a Winter's Night a Traveller". The library didn't have a copy, so I picked up a copy of Calvino's short stories called "Time and the Hunter" instead. Also looks fantastic. Add to that a 1991 guide book to the city (with a girl in braces on the cover, I kid you not) and we are set. Bring. It. On.