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...doesn't much go in for metaphors, but even he wouldn't deny the aptness and symbolism of the moment when he decided he would write his first novel. It was April 1978 and Murakami was in the stands at Tokyo's Meiji-Jingu Stadium, watching a baseball game, beer in hand. He was verging on 30, and nearly a decade into running a jazz café with his wife Yoko. A journeyman American batter named Dave Hilton came to the plate for the Yakult Swallows, stroked the first pitch into left field, and safely reached second base...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Haruki Murakami Returns | 8/9/2007 | See Source »

...this could soon change. A road is slowly creeping through the heart of Upper Mustang. It connects Lo Monthang to Tibet, carrying cheap Lhasa beer and change to the walled city. Workers are painstakingly hacking out the northward road from the rock along the Kali Gandaki River as I write. Within decades, maybe far sooner, the old trade route from Tibet to India will be revived in far different form, Tata trucks rumbling over the ancient paths on which yaks once marched...

Author: By Allegra E.C. Fisher | Title: The Road to Lo Monthang | 8/3/2007 | See Source »

...washtub of popcorn on one armrest, a bladderbuster of Coke on the other. At a ball game, orange "cheez" dripping from our chins, like a jack-o'-lantern bleeding from a bar fight. And, of course, in those very bars, which is why the phrase "Wanna grab a beer?" in any language really means, "Would you like to socialize...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: How Friends Make You Fat | 8/2/2007 | See Source »

Friends, food and drink are so ingrained as an unholy trinity that the ad slogan for the Rock Bottom Restaurant & Brewery chain is "Good Friends, Great Food, Great Beer"--all three of which, we now know, make you fat. Apparently in that order...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: How Friends Make You Fat | 8/2/2007 | See Source »

...opposed to throwing a punk rock concert in the old engine garage. Blessed with such an ideal living situation and cursed with an inner early teen that refuses to embrace the onset of my 20s, I only asked: “Do you need help carrying in the beer...

Author: By Nayeli E. Rodriguez | Title: Police On My Back (And In My Garage) | 7/26/2007 | See Source »

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