How much and how
often do you drink?
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Posted 05 December 2017 - 01:13 PM
How much and how
often do you drink?
Posted 06 December 2017 - 03:17 AM
A shot in the morning most daze and a drink in the evening around dinner time about 5 days a week. Occasionally more.
As for DC, it's understandable.
Posted 06 December 2017 - 09:45 AM
These daze without a reason
to stay sober I don't.
Fortunately driving is a reason
and most daze I go somewhere
in my new car onacuz it makes me smile.
Posted 06 December 2017 - 09:46 AM
After sundown down
goes a snort or two
and mebbe beer
or whine with dinner.
Posted 06 December 2017 - 10:08 AM
I drank three beers on Turkey Day, nothing since. One or two beers in the weeks prior to that.
If I had access to good fresh beer I would probably drink a pint or two a day. But I don't.
Budweiser has advertised recently a beer made with a 1931 (I think) protocol. In other words, from back when they made real beer. But nobody sells it as far as I can tell.
Posted 07 December 2017 - 02:43 AM
Last drink was a Sazerac, and a mini glass of Absinthe, in late Sept.
I had a couple of sips of Prosecco on Thanksgiving to be polite, but I wasn't in the mood to drink.
Too much to do, and not enough time to indulge. I have to change that, or go full on Jack Nicholson in the Shining.
Posted 07 December 2017 - 07:03 AM
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Posted 11 December 2017 - 03:59 PM
Posted 21 December 2017 - 01:43 PM
I think I'll have a sip of mead. It's aged 18 months or so. Good day for it, too.
The Solstice Wreath
Sandra Michaelson Brown
The grim news has come to my attention
That something in the world has come unfixed –
Owls no longer haunt the fir-lined alley
Appearing out of dreamtime as we pass,
Indeed, whole souls are missing, as if being
Has itself gone dim –like an old man's seeing.
A vital light is missing from this world, by which I mean
That ephemeral gold that spins the seen
And unseen worlds together. In my life
I don't expect to see a springtime swelling
Of the shriveled nut so many human spirits
Have become. What's to be done?
This is the winter solstice of an age,
Although the season's worst is yet to come.
What's delicate and true has come undone:
Is the only fitting answer a pure and focused rage?
Today I wove a wreath of bone and fir
and filbert withes, wound in sacred holly,
incense, cedar, from an ancient tree
I wove, affixed a star, and spoke a spell:
"Let this circle stand as the gate of winter
sure passage to the days of lengthening light."
And then I whispered names into the fragrant bough
Lacing love like a scarlet ribbon through the fronds.
Long I wove and dreamed back friends and kin,
each great soul calling back the sun
and thought at last, "My life here is not done."
and some bright star rekindled from within
Posted 21 December 2017 - 06:16 PM
Perfect reading to break a lousy Fall dry spell.
A little Grand Ma's Purse to toast lost friends, and those who are many miles away.
Posted 22 December 2017 - 02:49 AM
Thanks. Just got news of a friend's death -- a suicide in the woods a long way off.
The poem speaks well to this and to the moment we are living through.
A toast to old friend and community.
My friend Milo --
Posted 25 December 2017 - 08:49 AM
Sorry to hear of the loss of your friend, Prol. So many things in that memorial make me think I would like to to have met him. Cherish your memories and toast the impact he made on those who knew him.
Posted 25 December 2017 - 10:24 AM
Pleased to present the poem again.
Last week I was at my place in the Ouachita Mountains.
I spent an hour sitting in the woods under the big holly tree. Total silence. Not even the crows nor the wind made a sound. The first time I set foot on the place, it was the Winter Solstice, quite a few years ago now. My wife and I were tickled to discover we were the new and proper owners of a holly tree (several in fact, but the big one is the King of Holly Trees).
I cut three sprigs with red berries and blessed them on the center stone of my Gate of Winter circle. The cows watched, curious as always.
I shot down a nice cluster of mistletoe.
I hung it in the house here in La. on the solstice.
Daughter said, you haven't made a big deal of that lately, sometimes it goes by without you marking it.
Yeah, well, my partner is gone. It's not the same, sitting under the tree alone.
As the poem says, being had itself gone dim.
But I rekindled, and remembered things properly this year.
And my niece, out of nowhere, who turns out to be one hell of a fine wood carver up in Kansas (I had no idea), sent us a Green Man that she carved .....
When you're called, you're called.
Posted 26 December 2017 - 11:20 AM
For what it's worth, the mead is still not to my liking. It's clear and pretty, but there's something about it that's off-putting, and I'm not at all sure it's not the honey itself (a dark, Louisiana swamp honey - maybe Tupelo gum or some such). Maybe I should send you some for your personal evaluation. It's possible that it's supposed to be exactly like it is. It's potent, for sure.
Posted 27 December 2017 - 07:37 AM
Posted 27 December 2017 - 11:02 AM
Mead indeed gets better with age; in fact it's generally agreed that it's a mistake to drink it before at least a year, and better, several years. And mine has gotten better, no doubt about it. It has oranges in it and it could also be that which is problematic, more specifically the white part of the rind. If I do it again I'll use nothing but honey, no fruit.
I know quite a bit about it from study, but not from practical experience, and when we're talking about something that's five years from conception to wetting the lips, at my age ....
I didn't doubt for a minute that at least some of your honey is destined for fermentation.
Posted 28 December 2017 - 08:28 AM
I few days back I cooked up a batch
of Ethiopean doro wat, which wuz delish.
It was washed down with a bottle
of 10 year old sparkling mead. Perfect.
Posted 03 January 2018 - 11:55 AM
In heaven there is no beer.
That's why we drink it here.
Posted 03 January 2018 - 12:12 PM
But I confess to being intrigued by the doro wat. I wonder if the intrepid cook prepared his own berbere.
I once had a friend who had spent some time in Ethiopia, making aerial photographic maps for the U.S. Air Force.
When he wasn't in the air on a C-130, he and his fellow airmen spent time in a tin shack on a mountain top.
A troop of baboons came by every day, and one day some asshole decided to amuse himself by throwing rocks at them.
That was a learning experience, said Jack (my friend).
What did you learn, said I.
A baboon can throw a rock a lot harder than a human can, and with considerable accuracy, he replied.
The airmen were forced to seek shelter in the shack as the boons sent such a hail of rocks at it, they were afraid it was going to be knocked to pieces.
They had to call the C-130 (LOUD prop-driven airplane) to buzz the boons and drive them off.
Jack had the best stories. He woke up one morning, hung over, not remembering where he had been or what he had done the night before, and was surprised to see a motorcycle in the yard, which he had apparently stolen. Also, in Africa, one of the airmen had a pet monkey that would lurk on the top of a doorway, and when a human came through, it would drop onto its victim and fuck him in the ear.
Posted 03 January 2018 - 03:12 PM
Berbere pounded with a pestle in a mortar.
I don't think it's available anywhere near
premade. I used a smoked jolokia just for fun.
Posted 03 January 2018 - 03:14 PM
I also went to the trouble of whipping up
a batch of niter kibbeh to keep the flavor pumped.
It also works well to fry eggs with.
Posted 03 January 2018 - 03:17 PM
But the injera was a fucking disaster.
Having surprisingly found some teff
it was the springboard for the whole
affair. But it was more swamp than spring.
I had to pitch it and make rice at the last
Posted 04 January 2018 - 08:01 AM
Sounds delish. Can't find Berbere around here and if injera is anything like making Indian dosas, it's tricky to say the least.
It's a fuckin' blizzard here in Xit City with about 8 inches of show and more still comin' down sideways. Glad to be stocked up on food and especially on Rye whiskey.
Posted 06 January 2018 - 09:03 AM
Feels like Siberia around here. Strikeover slivovitz -- like antifreeze for body & soul.
Posted 06 January 2018 - 10:42 AM
Unseasonably warm here today. Not warm
but not appropriate to our climate and time.
The shame is that the bikers next door
conducted their annual Ice Rat Race
on tiny buzzy little unregistered bikes.
Conditions were less than ideal for the intent.
Posted 06 January 2018 - 02:41 PM
Also, in Africa, one of the airmen had a pet monkey that would lurk on the top of a doorway, and when a human came through, it would drop onto its victim and fuck him in the ear.
Your friend had a pet from...Algiers(?),
that had a strange fetish for ears.
If the door wasn't closed
and your ears were exposed,
his antics could leave you in tears.
Posted 07 January 2018 - 11:59 AM
That's brilliant. Great alliteration and rhyme, and it even gives the facts with definitive innuendo.
Jack also told me about a BB gun war in his childhood, he and his friends against a group of enemy boys. It took place in an abandoned factory in Pennsylvania. Some of them got captured and confined in a small room with water to their knees. The opposing faction went up a floor and dropped cherry bombs into the room. Temporary deafness at best. On Jack's side was one Jethro Bodine of a farm boy, bigger and stronger than most men but with the mind of a six-year old. He was tearing urinals off the walls and throwing them down a story or two - porcelain shrapnel. Avoiding all common sense being the only rule of the game, one of the boys brought a pellet rifle to the fray and another had a tooth knocked out by a pellet, which lodged in the back of his throat. After it was over no cops were called and no litigation ensued. Things are not what they used to be, but then they never were.
Posted 07 January 2018 - 12:05 PM
Conditions were less than ideal for the intent.
It has already snowed once here this winter, and that's about ten years worth of snow for this climate.
I looked at a lot of beer yesterday and bought ginger beer (Bundaberg) instead. It's good stuff, very sharp and floral.
Posted 08 January 2018 - 12:09 PM
Nothing but the best for you! Too much time on my hands as I'm temporarily trying out retirement thanks to a couple bulged discs.
We had BB gun wars in NJ, too. Worked our way up from removing the barrel innards on pneumatic pump guns and shooting cigar tubes out of them, to the real thing, The real thing still being just BB's. All sorts of actual military gear came out for the battles that crossed neighborhood borders, I donned my father's steel pot and field jacket. A friend wore his grandfather's WWII bring-back souvenir German helmet, albeit a Luftschutz model. This was early to mid 1970's, no police were summoned, no protests about the helmet. I can't believe no one lost an eye.
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