Monday, August 31, 2009


It's supposed to peak at 107 today, which they tell me is the temperature taken under a shade tree somewhere. I'm not certain what the temperature would be in the direct sunlight, but I'm certain it would feel interesting.

Did you ever feel the waft of heat gently across your face when you opened an oven after baking? Well that's what it feels like.

But still infinitely bearable (it's a dry heat after all) with some chilly refreshment at hand.

These may be the warmest temperatures I've ever experienced.

What do do? Well we have some move-in, thirst-building, bidness to attend to and after that we'll just see what occurs naturally.

There was some thought of rock-climbing but a peek at the thermometer makes that unlikely for the next few days.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

It's 108, but it's a dry heat

I rolled into Tempe a few hours ago after a breathtaking run down from Oklahoma City. Met up with my lovely S, who greated me with open arms and a Four Peaks Kilt Lifter® Scotish Ale from the bar which she served personally in the pool! It really doesn't get any better than this.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Path to Somewhere and Nowhere in Particular

Here's a rough idea of the route I'll be following beginning today.

The main point of this trip is to take Z off to AZ for college. (Yeah! No more kids to send to college!)

Secondarily, it will be a chance to relax and clear my noodle of the year's pressures.

And at the same time try out some of the beers I've had a chance to savor at their source.

I have a new birthday toy (or two) that I'm gonna be using to blog along the way, so stay tuned. The fun is about to commence!

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Road Trip

I've prayed to the beer gods for some modicum of relief from the place I've found myself recently. A new direction perhaps?

I had a dream, and a slurred voice from somewhere awoke me at dawn: Son, pull your boots on and get in your car. Travel West, to the end of the Road.

What you seek, there you will find.

This is not what the voice said but just a tribute.

Hey Tazio, what's in the Beer Meister?

Dude. The void has been filled. Finally.

The picture is complete. The Fat Lady has sung her Beer Aria.

Today, I cleaned my beer lines and beer line, and filled my beer miser and beer belly with two of my most favorite of beers: Victory Hop Devil and Weyerbacher Autmnfest Ale. One for the men. And another one for the man-cave.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Craft Beer doing well this Recession

I tend to agree with these experts: As long as craft brewers stay innovative and creative, they'll always be able to keep their products fresh and enjoy the cult followings like indie bands have long had.

Check out the foam on the news anchor: I wonder what kind of beer flows from her cans?

Home Bar Construction

What have I been doing lately?

Three years and 10,000, wait maybe 20,000 excuses later, the man-cave is finally nearing habitation. Or is it hibernation.

It's at least ready enough to serve beer. As long as you can stand and drink at the same time that is.

Photographic evidence you say? Hang on.