Category: play
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Frederick Pohl
Alas, Frederick Pohl We have lost another giant. Read.
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this is your brain on drugs
Baby, The Rain Must Fall, the song in which Glenn Yarbrough uses weather as a metaphor to tell his gal why he wants to boink other women, has been playing on a loop in my head ALL FREAKIN’ DAY! Memory is a cruel thing. In thirty years I probably won’t be able to remember my… Read.
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Bristol Renaissance Fair
Giant rats on a stick? “Pass the mustard!” said My Darling B. Would it be a renaissance fair without food on a stick? I can’t see how. That, and a funny hat were all I needed to make this the greatest weekend ever, and although I had to try on a lot of funny hats,… Read.
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mosh pit
Sean and Nikki, dancing fools, at the Great Taste of the Midwest. Read.
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Tower of hops
Riding my bike to work this morning, I spotted this towering pillar of hops growing in the community gardens just off Atwood Avenue. Some enterprising homebrewer is making the most of his garden plot! Wish I knew who he was so I could ask him how to tend a hop plant as successful as this… Read.
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priceless
We went to see 2 Guns last night because My Darling B wanted to see a flick with lots of action that didn’t require a lot of thought. We certainly got what we were after. And I don’t mean that like it’s a bad thing. In almost all of the right ways, it was a… Read.
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brewing up an ESB
Another brewing day. This time I’m trying to brew an ESB, which stands for either extra-special bitter or extra-strong beer, depending on who you ask. I’m going to go with extra-strong, but only because I was careful to cut back on the bitterness. My Darling B doesn’t like bitter beers and I want her to… Read.
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Great Taste 2013
Time once again for the Great Taste of the Midwest, the very best beer fest anywhere in the world, as if that has to be said. We’ve been going to the Great Taste every year for seven years now but this time around there were two significantly different changes to the way we attended. The… Read.
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splooey
This evening I found the batch of beer I brewed yesterday standing in a puddle of its own puke. Sometimes even beer itself has trouble keeping beer down. I’d loaded the beer – wannabe beer, really – into a great big glass bottle that should have had enough room in the neck to hold every… Read.
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