I haven’t eaten beets, bratwurst, bread pudding, or anything with tentacles or pincers.
I’ve never had an actual, entire, beer.
I’ve never completed Harry Potter, Moby Dick, or A Tale of Two of Cities, nor seen The Godfather, Braveheart, or one episode of Star Trek.
And never—not once—have I dived.
And I’m mostly okay with this. [Read more...]