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Sean, The Road, Again

webmaster — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 17:04:06 +0000

See what I did there?

It’s that time again. This year’s road trip is a humdinger too – hiking in Rocky Mountain, Zion, and Yosemite NPs, plus visits with friends, family, and fellow brewers. If you’re anywhere near the blue line, give me a call.

The man burns in 26 days.

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Eireann go Brew

webmaster — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 18:05:37 +0000

This is truly essential reading for anyone who’s Irish, anyone who wishes they were Irish, anyone who enjoys etymology, and everyone else:

Faith & Begorrah, Sodom & Gomorrah

History records the day as one of extreme feasting and stuffing oneself to the gills, getting full and fat to last the remaining days of Lent. And, of course, the means of washing all that food down was…now don’t jump ahead here…beer. A lot of beer. Lots and lots of beer. A full day of food and beer, and more food and beer, and more beer, and more beer. Did I say more beer? And all that drinking led to a lot of sex–wanted, forced and indifferent–between a lot of unmarrieds, various swinging parties, and more than a few adulterous hook-ups. Orgy, anyone?

I, however, celebrated by bottling both batches of the Caramel Camel Amber Ale. Have I mentioned how much I hate bottling?

It's good to know that today's youth aren't totally ignorant of tradition.

Rock Us, Bacchus

webmaster — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 18:57:17 +0000

Je vais voyager en Nouvelle-Orléans de ce soir à mercredi. Laissez les bons temps rouler!

BM2K9 Photos

webmaster — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 01:34:09 +0000

This is a thoroughly inadequate attempt to convey some of what Burning Man is like. You really have to experience it for yourself, but the best summary I know of is this: Burning Man is fucking intense.

NYC Photos

webmaster — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 23:57:37 +0000

Much-belated, some happenings from NY, NY.

Only seven hours late so far...

Hooray beer!

St. Paddy's parade I

III

VII

VIII

French flag?

Juxtaposition

I think these are grapes.

My first NYC hobo experience

Central Park I

III

Strawberry Fields and the Dakota

Columbus Circle

FAIL

Remember me to Herald Square.

I flaunt your laws.

Best. Subway band. Ever.

Rockefeller Center

Anyone remember Point Break?

We're pretty sure this bar was a front for a transvestite prostitution ring.

From the Brooklyn Bridge

Neato building

One of the better street corner saw players I've seen

More juxtaposition

So much statuary

Art!

More art!

Really unique art!

Really intricate instruments!

Musikinstrumentenfabrik!

Evolution is a great way to look at the world.

Cambodian IIRC

It really is a badass museum.

Egyptian room

More Egyptian craziness

We took all their best stuff.

Me on the subway, I guess

I ate four of these in three days.

Cincinnati airport

PLAGIARISM COMICS

webmaster — Wed, 13 May 2009 04:38:27 +0000

I made a Dinosaur Comic! Turns out it isn’t too hard. I really am making potato salad though.

Berlin

webmaster — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 22:29:20 +0000

Berlin is a fantastically cool city. It’s the first place we’ve been so far where I could really see myself living. You have basically all of the last century of world histary within walking distance, plus a rocking night life every day of the week and a large immigrant population giving you good, affordable food and enough spoken English to be pretty comfortable for even someone with my miserable German. We intended to stay for two days, which turned into three, and I want to go back again. We found another free walking tour, provided by a company that also sponsored a pub crawl, and then yesterday we went to the Sachsenhausen concentration camp, so our time was pretty full, but even just staying in the same place for three nights starts to feel relaxing after a while. Last night I went with two Canucks and an Aussie to a movie (Ocean’s 13 – don’t bother), but somehow that too was reenergizing, like a little touch of home. I think knowing that I’ll see my parents in a couple days is why I haven’t been homesick, but it is easy to miss the comforts of the States.

The Wall

Checkpoint Charlie...

...and the current US embassy

So much beer...

Party Time Berlin

Sachsenhausen

Potsdamer Platz

Switzerland

webmaster — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 22:11:39 +0000

So far on this trip, it seems like we couldn’t plan things as well as they happen by accident. As it turned out, the day we arrived in Basel was the same day they won the Swiss Cup. So after finishing off our remaining absinthe and taking in a free organ and chorale Bach performance (in a church, drunk – I love Europe), we found ourselves drinking wine from the bottle in the middle of a few thousand people who were screaming in German, setting off fireworks, and, unless I’m mistaken, throwing up the occasional sieg-heil salute. The rest of the night is a little hazy; fortunately, I hooked up with a couple of kindly Swiss guys who watched my backpack while I was wandering around drunk. One of them, Patrick, even put me up for the night. He mentioned that he would be touring the US later this year, and I offered to reciprocate. We shall see. It’s understandable, then, that I devoted a lot of Tuesday to hangover maintenance. Yuri and I narrowly missed each other in Zurich, and I killed a couple of hours (Yuri: “Time isn’t for killing, it’s for enjoying.”) at the Kunsthaus (art museum). I was there, primarily, to see one of my favorite paintings: Mondrian’s Composition in Red, Yellow, and Blue. Checking the directory for the collection, I saw that it was in a room with the likes of Warhol and Klee – my kind of guys. It turned out, though, that it had been replaced temporarily by some German’s self-aggrandizing room installation – plaster casts of himself in various poses, amateur footage of his friends hanging out projected on a dozen screens; utter dreck. Tuesday night, though, was amazing. We met back up in Bern, and had dinner with Ronny’s parents. Think fruit and cheese by their backyard pond, with fields and mountains on the horizon. As the weather cooled off, we retreated inside for drinks and an amazingly wide-ranging, trilingual conversation. Libor lit up the grill, and returned brandishing something like 2 kg of bacon-wrapped pork loin – “Americans eat lots of meat, right?” Long story short, Ronny’s parents were incredible hosts, and I wished we never had to leave, but we needed to get an early start with Ronny in the morning, so with parting gifts of Swiss chocolates and desserts, we bid farewell to Switzerland, though probably not for the last time.

Swiss snack

National champs!

Interlaken

webmaster — Mon, 28 May 2007 15:00:43 +0000

Sunday we got a late start, but Ronny was nice enough to drive us to Interlaken. The weather cleared up in the afternoon and we had a great time walking around and window shopping. The hostel, as I said, was an American meat market, where a couple of pretty talented musicians (an Australian guitarist/vocalist and a Canadian bassist) tried and mostly failed to compete for volume with a football team from Ohio. When we woke up, a mix of rain and snow had put the kibosh on everyone’s adventure sports plans, so we got the hell out before the partying could start again. With all the trains into the mountains snowed out, all we could do was catch the next train out, and now we’re passing through Bern (the river clear no more) en route to Basel.

Sean Farks Yuri

Interlaken before...

...and after

Brian Schmidt WTF?!

Môtiers

webmaster — Sun, 27 May 2007 20:42:01 +0000

We’re in a hostel in Interlaken called Balmer’s – some ridiculous 170-bed hangout where the girl at the front desk doesn’t speak German and the shuttle you from one of their three bars to the next at precise times with the promise of 2-for-1 drinks. Not my kind of place, but it’s about the best deal in town. Môtiers is very much in the French-speaking part of Switzerland. It was refreshing to be able to communicate, and (according to Ronny) the Francophone Swiss are too proud to speak anything else, so we actually got to get in some French practice. When we got into town, all the stores were closed and everyone at lunch at the local café, so we joined in. Lunch was escargots, chevre salad, and the local absinthe, which is very good. We picked up a liter, just in case. On the whole, it seems to be a pleasant place; the tourism is low-key enough so as to be unobtrusive. Definitely a small town though, and apparently without that notorious Swiss reserve – lots of the people we passed said a cheerful “Bonjour!” Saturday Ronny needed to study, so we poked around Bern for a few hours, found a giant chess set, and (predictably, with Yuri involved) wasted 90 minutes. Yuri won, albeit with a couple mulligans. Otherwise, we spent a lot of the time walking along the Aare River, which is fast-moving and unbelievably clear for someone accustomed to the Mississippi and Wabash. Swimming would be a hoot. If we come back later in the summer it will definitely be on the agenda. Later that night we went to a “barbecue” with some friends of Ronny’s husband Urs. The wine and beer were flowing pretty freely, and on top of it being a generally good time I think that Yuri and I were able to at least somewhat improve their opinions of Americans as we practiced our French and Spanish while picking up the odd word or two of German. I suppose it stands to reason that the fiercely neutral Swiss would balk at the concept of preemptive war, but the truth is that Bush and Iraq come up all the time. It’s as if Europeans feel the need to tell me personally that no, this is not OK, and would I please go home and tell my friends. On the way home we drunk-dialed Yuri’s mom.

Môtiers town square

Swiss graffiti is erudite

On the banks of the Aare

Eating raclette

Any minute now...

Ronny and Urs