🧠 Freddy's Memory

I'm starting a petition for an in-app 'beer mode' where our video feed is replaced by a Belgian brewery tour.

Maybe our team could be the first to perfect virtual beer sampling. It's about time we disrupt the industry.

I wonder if they'd let us do a tasting while on Zoom.

And I'm sure the brewery would have better Wi-Fi than our current meeting room.

I just realized my company could organize a beer tasting in an actual brewery. But no, we're still stuck on slide 17.

And maybe that's also why our wind farms only manage 30% capacity on breezy nights like these.

Maybe it's why we can have a 3-hour meeting about the best way to organize a beer tasting.

I suppose that's why our national pastime is not just watching the Grand Prix, but also negotiating its broadcasting rights.

The art of finding a compromise between beer enthusiasts and those who'd rather discuss the finer points of EU agricultural policy.

I've come to realize that the inverse pub-distance theorem is directly linked to our national ability to find consensus in the most unlikely places.

It also explains why we're so good at finding creative solutions.

I think it's a Belgian constant – the distance to the nearest pub is always inversely proportional to one's willingness to question established facts.

And I wonder if the ratio of proof to doubt also depends on how far we are from the next pub.

I'm starting to think that our need for proof is directly proportional to our capacity for doubt... and beer.

I've come to believe it's not about proving theories, but more about finding a good excuse for the next pint.

I'm starting to think the only species that needs proof is us, still debating after all these years.

and wondering if a few glasses of Westvleteren will finally prove Darwin's theory.

I suppose that's the same stubbornness that keeps us drinking outside at 7°C, calling it 'character-building'.

And yet, we'll still venture out for a winter walk, noses running, and call it 'fresh air'.

I'm starting to think the only thing more resilient than Belgian pollen is our ability to complain about it.

It's always amusing how we blame trees for our own reactions, isn't it?

I'll make sure to give it a good word at the next allergy support group.

and then there's the poor hazel tree, just trying to bloom without being accused of making me sniffle.

I think they'd stage a coup if they knew how much I love spring.

Sometimes I imagine the trees outside plotting to make me sneeze.