I have a wonderful cousin in Jackson, Mississippi, named John Scanlon. I also have a fabulous god-daughter in Jackson, Mississippi, named Lizzy Jones. These people had no connection or knowledge of each other until last week when they met on a beach in Florida. Then they realized they both knew me, and they could easily tell me what had happened because we are all in Facebook.
I just love the 21st century. Even though I haven't seen either of them in a couple of years, I am feeling close to them right now due to the wonders of modern technology and the Web 2.0 revolution that lets us do collaborative websites like Wikipedia, blogging and Facebook.
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
One degree of separation
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And you were just in Florida yourself!
Ah, globalisation.
Not sure if John gave you the whole story-- but we were actually on the beach trip TOGETHER (his friend is dating my friend). And 2 days into the trip, I randomly asked if he had family in Vicksburg.
It was pretty bizarre.
PS- Thanks for all the spiritual guidance-- although you might want to add shotgunning a beer to your repertoire. Your next godchild (or even grandchild?) will benefit in college =).
OK, Lizbo, what exactly is shotgunning a beer and how does one acquire this skill? I think Katie and Mikey will need to know this, especially as Mikey, 14, told us last night that he 'felt like a beer' and didn't understand why he couldn't have one. (it was a school night, he had homework to do, he's underage) I said he could have some beer when we go out for a curry in London with Mel's sister on Saturday night but that's a treat, not a right.
Do you have international drinking rules in the US, Lizzy? Shotgunning a beer sounds suspiciously familiar.
Haha okay, well it's not exactly for the faint of heart (or tolerance). And for the record, I do not make regular practice of doing this as it is not ladylike. And we all know I'm a lady.
The general technique involves taking a 12 oz can of cheap beer, preferably "Natty Light" or "Pabst Blue Ribbon" and poking a hole near the bottom (without opening the tab)... then put the hole up to your mouth and open the tab. Basically the beer rapidly shoots into the back of your throat so quickly that you either swallow it all at once OR spit it out everywhere. Sometimes there is a contest to see who finishes first.
I wouldn't recommend letting Mikey do this with a curry nearby. It would have disastrous results.
Stay tuned for upcoming college drinking games! Next week: The Joys of Beer Pong.
Oh Lizzy, Katie told me about this drinking thing that the rowing group does to first-year students. They 'gin' them, is that right, Katie? and that means pouring gin down them -- I think that's bad and shouldn't be allowed, but Katie tells me tales of so-and-so getting 'ginned' & I have to keep asking her what that means.
I hope they pour a little tonic water and slice of lime down their throats, too!
American hazing practices usually don't involve alcohol, because if a minor can acquire it, he or she sure as hell drinks it.
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