We've resolved to avoid drinking for 2 weeks in order to fund server space (rent?) but this teetotalist agenda doesn't preclude us from accepting free booze.
"Once you’re done getting your shop on, Cork ‘n’ Bottle will be having an Ale Asylum beer tasting from 4-6 pm today and their usual wine tasting at 3pm tomorrow."
Where do you drink--socially, not at home?
Lonesome Wyatt: I don't have SOCIAL---
--where do you drink by yourself, when you're not at home?
LW: In the ditch, junkyard.
Do you have a favorite ditch?
LW: Shallow ditch, with a puddle of water. "The shallow ditch," I guess it's called... with water.
Vincent Presley: You know that one?
Where might I find that?
LW: It finds you.
What about the puddle we walked by earlier?
LW: That won't do.
KF1: Yeah, all the hot guys in Milwaukee are straight.Natt Spil curbside, Tuesday night, kindly fellows psych up a friend: she's moving to Milwaukee, where there's "lots of opportunity" to snag the heterosexual drinking buddies she richly "deserves."
KF2: Cause all the gays moved to Chicago.
"Out of my backpack I share four magazines: Interview, Vogue, Entertainment Weekly, Vanity Fair. These, I had hoped, would appeal to the former art student who had lived in the Village near N.Y.U. with two other post-punk roommates when the Clash were the Coldplay of their time."
[emph. added] NY Times, via Gawker, memory triggered by Fresh Foods
There's a piece surveying wheat beers in the current issue of The Onion. Note that it was written when the morning commute involved shirts sweating through by 7AM, rather than coasting through a cool, umm, spritz. The most notable omission*, New Glarus' Dancing Man Wheat, already got a shout-out in a previous issue--and an initial attempt to shoehorn Fearful Symmetries into the intro led to some piece-wide bloat. The original, politically-charged context was funnier anyway.
Also, tangentially re: something else I'm way behind on: KRS-One talks about reclaiming the n-word, Fat Joe.
*also checked a bunch of places for Viking's Belgian Dim Whit (July seasonal), with no luck
We recently abandoned a half-assed plan to move to an eastern jenga tower of vocational contingencies and dubious crash pads--settling on a more prudent 12-month plan. And while we remain so hell-bent on pursuing a poorer quality of life that we won't think twice about donating our bodies to science and nursing stimulant addictions, at least we won't be tempted to pull this sort of growth-stunt journalism in Madison.
... adds Kelly Nolan angle to Channel 3000 piece that first aired in June.
Allow us to summarize the "story": The MPD has this Arrest Transport Vehicle. It's like a paddywagon, but a van--and less offensive to Irish people! Officers throw semi-belligerent drunk people into the ATV. If drunks calm down, they get to walk away with scoldings and tickets.
To take our food coverage beyond hip-hop buffet endorsements (although expanding that, indie rock cookbook-style, could be fun. Don't "steal" that idea!) we offer the following update:
At some point in July, we were told that Med Cafe was only making one pot of soup a day, owing to the youth-migration business dip. So we resigned ourselves to the reign of the lentil, and conceded it made sense for that pot to go vegan. The imminent return of the youth means business hours have recently extended and freedom of choice has been restored. Which means fewer frustrated trips to Chipotle and Potbelly's when the proprietors of this blog take 4pm lunch breaks--closing time is back to the school year's 4:30pm.
More importantly, the sublime lemon-chicken-egg goop that is avgolemono should be regularly available. Or at least, we had some 30 minutes ago.
If you are ravenous and starch-addicted, consider the "soup over rice" option: an additional $.75 ($2.25, up from $1.50) will get it splattered over a mound of color-matched saffron rice (sometimes oily, but always filling). We're pretty sure you get more rice if you order to go: the carry-out boxes harbor deep wells that demand filling.
Related:
Haven't seen posted elsewhere, but we noticed a Kweli show on the Barrymore marquee yesterday, while Golf-ing (Jewish driver: "it's my holocaust hooptie") shotgun. The venue calendar confirms. [update: also on the bill are DJ Chaps--presumably Kweli's tour DJ--and Rob Dz.]
el guante: Like, I see people on the street wearing Talib Kweli t-shirts or something and I think for a second "maybe I should give them a flier"--but then, for the most part, I'm not interested in getting the underground hip-hop audience. In my experience--and I don't want to paint with too broad of a brush stroke--but in my experience that's a very close-minded audience...====
Sure, there's that electricifyingly self-aware track, but our favorite beat off Kweli's forthcoming (8/21) Ear Drum is right here:rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley--touched kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloë
