Wednesday Satire: Bespoke Building
Downsizing endowments one brick at a time
Having recently logged some off-road miles during the college search process, I have a few thoughts about the current state of higher education in America, none of which one might describe as glowingly positive; however, I have chosen to take the high road of satire rather than the lower, easier path of the rant in airing my opinions. Happily, the good folks at the Cronk of Higher Education have agreed to feature one of my recent my scribblings, Bespoke Building. If you haven’t already discovered their whipcrack funny site, do toddle over at your first opportunity. The Cronk is to higher ed as The Onion is to Snookie — an SAT-worthy analogy if ever I endlessly drilled one in preparation for a completely meaningless test.
Thirsty Thursday: Knocking back a Sazerac
From the portable bar — The other day, the Taller than Average Woman sent me a recipe for a cocktail she invented that called for 99 Blackberries, which I had never heard of. Turns out it’s a blackberry flavored schnapps made by the Sazerac Company, and that got me to thinking that I hadn’t heard anyone mention the Big Easy’s favorite potable, the Sazerac cocktail, in a very long time. Now, as it involves rye, the spirit of the moment among liquor cognoscenti, I presume the Sazerac (I just love the sound of that, don’t you?) has made a resurgence and I’m just not up to speed. As a rule I avoid bars where the bartender is called a mixologist and there’s an excessive amount of muddling going on. Well truth be told, I might perhaps have worn out my welcome in one or two of them, but that’s a story for another day.
(Recipe to follow)