In the 2/15-22/10 issue of the New Yorker
, there's a pretty good Malcolm Gladwell article about the anthropology of drinking. No link, because it's not online anywhere, but worth looking for, if you're into that kind of thing.
Vaguely relatedly, I drank my first bottle of my first batch of homebrew on Saturday. Didn't go blind. Even less relatedly, I recently learned that Midwest Supplies
, a big winemaking/homebrewing store in Minneapolis, also sells hydroponic equipment
. There may be a fascinating overlap here.
Try to imagine Pegasus mating with a unicorn, and the creature that they birth. I somehow tame it and ride it into the sky in the clouds and sunshine and rainbows. That's what it feels like."
--snowboarder Graham Watanabe, describing what it's like to be in the Olympics
Inspired by a conversation w/Jud:
Remember The Goats? What the hell happened to those dudes? Representative couplet from their first album: "Columbus killed more Indians than Hitler killed Jews/ but on his birthday you get sales on shoes." From their second: "The Northern Lights gets me high as kites/ got a stupid-phat collection of bongs, bowls and pipes."
I've been listening to Ghostface's Fishscale
a lot lately, so much that I've got these imagined videos for many of the songs in my head--e.g., 'Shakey Dog'
looks like a blaxploitation Point Blank
(bonus sample link here
) looks like Sesame Street
from the '70s. 'The Champ,' though, pretty much looks like this
Go fuck a rainbow. Go hug a river.
A lagniappe of cultural kitsch and B-movie claptrap