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The Cocktail Party

I had drinks with a friend after a long seminar tonight, and for the first time in a while, I didn't stagger to my car exhausted and then sit in traffic for 90 minutes (that's right, it takes me 90 minutes to go 11 miles #LosAngeles) and then collapse for an hour and then go back to work for another 3 hours before crawling into bed (I am taking too many classes this quarter).  Instead, I had two glasses of wine and a little dinner, and I got to talk to a great person who is willing to share a lot of knowledge with me as well as some genuine pleasantness.  It reminded me of the olden days when my social life and my academic life were centered around the same place and task, and it lightened the load quite a bit.

That moment of levity at the end of the day.  Ah.  We need it.  No reading.  No striving.  No obligations.  The wine or cocktail is key.  You're always pausing when you have a drink.  You're being a little bad.  You're working against your evening productivity.  You're relaxing.  You're reorienting your priorities.  If it's water, you're hydrating.  If it's coffee, you're gearing up for something.  It has to be a real drink.  Reordering priorities isn't a trivial matter.  Basically everyone who wrote about ethics in early periods really cared about the hierarchy of your priorities.  I'd cite some now if I hadn't just had two glasses of wine, but trust me, it's a thing.  Augustine, Dante, Aristotle, the usual suspects.

And then I came home to an email that included a link to this fantastic website!  Enjoy, and join, and engage daily in this ritual if you want to have a better life:

Cocktails for America

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