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Thanks, Kiyoshi!
Our regular contributor Kiyoshi Martinez, aka The Silentist, is moving on to greener pastures. Literally - he got a job in the impossibly verdant Monterey Bay Area, on California’s central coast.
Kiyoshi’s done wonderful work for us the past few months, and Derek and I offer our hearty thanks. Best of luck to our pal!
Kiyoshi has taught me so much, whether he knows it or not. I’ll miss him on PTO.
On a related note, this exact photograph of him is what inspired me to buy a Barbour Beaufort.
Here the so-called experts are simply intoxicated by the exuberance of their own virtuosity. They preach perfection—which is obnoxious to nature.
— H.L. Mencken
I’m back on Twitter after a long hiatus, y’all.
The old-time saloon owner, lacking the exaltation of immediate contact with his customers, became jealous of his bartender, and in a moment of epoch-making meanness installed the cash register. The effect of this soulless machine upon our national character has not yet been sufficiently investigated.
— H.L. Mencken
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Strength,” Gallo said. “What do I want with strength, man? The bull weighs half a ton. Should I take exercises for strength to match him? Let the bull have the strength.
— Rafael Gomez
Our bodies all wear out in some way and we die, and I would rather have a palate that will give me the pleasure of enjoying completely a Chateaux Margaux or a Haut Brion, even though excesses indulged in the acquiring of it has brought a liver that will not allow me to drink Richebourg, Corton, or Chambertin, than to have the corrugated iron internals of my boyhood when all red wines were bitter except port and drinking was the process of getting down enough of anything to make you feel reckless.
— Ernest Hemingway
The extra-extra dry martini is a frequently ordered drink—it sounds a lot more reputable than saying, ‘Hit me like a punching bag with three ounces of cold gin.’
— Bartending 101