An Actual Occasion walks into a bar…

An actual occasion steps into a bar, and orders a beer. The bartender ask them what brand and the AO responds, “what do you suggest?”

The bartender scrutinizes the AO and then, eyes rolling slightly backward, seems to scan a vast, multidimensional matrix of brands and styles. After a pause she suggests:

“How about a ReVersion ‘blue’?” – “it’s a new micro-brew with hints of blueberry.”

“Ah, I don’t think so,” the AO replies, “I am trying to lose some weight, and the reminder of sweets does not work for me right now, though I love blueberries as you seem to know!” The bartender seems to flinch ever-so-slightly at the rejection.

The AO considers, and then asks, “Do you have anything more ‘hoppy?’

“Oh sure,” the barkeep replies, perking up. “ReVersion makes a great IPA: an Immanent, Prehensive Actuality!”

Instantaneously the IPA appears, as if outside of time, and the AO notices that the label names it as a “Hoppy Daze” brew. The AO takes a sip and then a large swallow. The full, delightful liquidity of the brew is a visceral, almost physical feeling!

As the AO drains the first swallow they notice that a more conceptual feeling of pleasure overcomes them. The physical sense of cool liquid is fading into more of a timeless, almost eternal feeling of tartness. They smile.

The bartender, perhaps noticing the smile, says “it looks like that goes down easy.”

The AO merely nods, enrapt now, as they are transported back to their grandparent’s farm. The hops are everywhere twining up their unexpectedly tall poles while the AO lies in the grass. The presence of a multiplicity of bees somehow transforms the feeling of tart, hoppiness into an eternal-seeming happiness.

“Tomorrow I will pick blueberries,” they think.

• This topic was modified 3 years, 6 months ago by Daryl Anderson.