Adults have been given permission to enjoy pop for many more years than you imagine. In the soda market space, there’s the old standby, Orangina, a product I have always found equal to my maturity. Its proximate competitor is the very amusing San PelligrinoAranciata, available in small bottles or cans.
While in many ways the ultimate in adult beverages for my money is seltzer water, whether it be Perrier, Pelligrino, Polar, Saratoga Sparkling or Poland Springs, the flavored arena is a fulsome one. It also makes for a nice change.
GuS (aka Grown-up Soda) is pretty much a new kid on the block. A family owned business, these soft drinks have wide distribution in bodegas and fancy food stores.
Recently, I was introduced to another drink of “Sipperior” quality at the York Social, where Sipp is in the fridge. Like GuS, Sipp prides itself on its natural and organic flavors and recipes. The variety made with pear is an especially lovely blend, but the Berry Mojo drink is also lovely.
Some six months ago, I shut down one of my many blogs, Observations: Lest I Forgetand transferred much of its content to this one. I fully intended to put new content here and leave the …Lest I Forgetsite to history.
Truth is, I have a lot about which I wish to opine, and enjoy doing so in different fora and diverse platforms. So Observations: Lest I Forgetis being revived today, with fresh content all its own.
Disruption seems to be a big theme for the millanial generation. Blowing things up, in fact, is part of the notion that change is always a moving forward. Disrupting the supply chain, the way in which we pay for the things that are manufactured, are part of a new economy. This model is supported by current age sages who design driver-less cars, and Bitcoin.
It also takes its place in art, as in the way in which, for instance, Brad Troemel and his cohorts deliver the product of their imagination.
The children who acted out in class were not teacher’s pets, but considered to be disruptive. That was not a good thing.
Don’t get me wrong, I have heard of revolutionizing norms and challenging convention. My generation had radical ideas, in politics and in art, too. We manned the barricades, and marched for justice. Our marching was disruptive, and in some ways changed the way things got done. It was about adjusting the course on which our country was headed.
While we may seek stability rather than disturbance, we recognize that boundaries need to be tested. I guess I have to acknowledge that it is possible that a new generation has found a way to provoke and find a new path.
Where there were buildings So familiar as to be forgotten There are great big holes in the ground, Waiting for cement and cranes, And that inevitable uplift to The city skyline so familiar As to be anticipated