Well, STOP DOING THAT.
(excellent advice ... thanks)
ON THE AVENUES: The pea outside the pod.
... So, it is now 2014. At this point in time, in my chosen profession of all things beer, I'm in roughly the same position as Willie and Waylon were in 1973. I'm out of synch with the new normal, and as good as outlaw, if not an outright crank.
I find that it suits my inner Socrates somewhat gloriously.