Posts Tagged "Beer"
Well, it seems that fall is intent on making an appearance this year, so I’d better get through all of these summery-ass camping photos quickly! Here’s another dose from my trip to the wilds of Wisconsin in early August. Catch the other posts in this series here and here if you missed them the first time around.
Couldn’t risk smuggling weed in my asscrack on the plane despite the fact that being outside next to a river for three days with nothing to do is pretty much the best time to ever smoke weed. Alas, I had to come up with other ways of keeping it green.
That sun might look like a supernova, but unfortunately the majority of its ultraviolet radiation wasn’t making it to our campsite’s shores. While temperatures in New York were holding steadily around the balls-dripping-with-sweat range, over in Wisconsin things were feeling a little bit more like… well, today in New York. Most days were spent huddled around the fire, silently contemplating… mostly about why I only packed a single, threadbare flannel, but also about nature and shit, too.
So, we may not have had sensation in our fingertips after that first night, but we did have plenty of beer! And really, if you could only have one of those things for the rest of your life, which one would you choose? Come on, be honest.
So, here’s a bit of news that might stir the loins of Del The Funky Homosapien’s loyal followers, or fans of Dan the Automator, or fans of psychedelic, mind-melting hip hop epics in general. The long-awaited, nigh-legendary followup to seminal post-apocalyptic hip hop concept album Deltron 3030 is set for an “October-ish” release, according to producer Automator.
“October-ish” isn’t necessarily the most reassuring release date for a project that has languished in rap limbo for the past six years, but the fact that the group played ten new songs in June at the Luminato festival in Toronto, Ontario, and are talking openly about the album in Rolling Stone is a little more confidence-inspiring. And you know what else is? This quote from Dan the Automator:
“Basically, I think this record is a lot better than the last one.”
Fuck man, triple-jointed cybernetic fingers crossed!
Personally, I can’t wait to put the vinyl on, and sit back with a crisp pint of Positive Contact, Dan the Automator’s signature brew from Dogfish Head.
An ale brewed with apple cider and spiced. A positive combination of Fuji cider, slow-roasted farro, a bit of cayenne and fresh cilantro.
Named after a key track on the first album, Positive Contact is a 9% ABV hybrid of beer and cider brewed with wood-pressed Fuji apples, roasted farro, a handful of cayenne peppers and a late dose of fresh cilantro. This sweet-and-sour Belgian-ish brew is a light straw color with fruity, cider-like notes. The cayenne and alcohol give it a warming finish.
October-ish release dates, Belgian-ish brew. Typical of Deltron 3030… you try to describe it, and no matter what, you always fall a little short.
Needless to say, I will need to find a bottle of this with extreme haste. Sounds like liquid autumnal sunshine. And one hell of a hangover.
Thanks to Adam Riff and Nate, aka Junkyard Dog, for the head’s up on all of this, b.t. dubs.
Things are off to a bit of a slow start this particular Monday, as I just got back from a few days of cheese-eatin’ and beer-drinkin’ in the woods of Wisconsin. I’m still on Camping Central Time (CCT), which is really more of a time warp than a time zone. You may remember I went on a similar adventure some years ago, an adventure documented on this very blog here, here, here, here, and here… if you’re interested, that is.
When I wasn’t eating cheese, drinking beer, or killing the occasional fly with my bare fucking hands, I was taking photos, obviously. Or at least it will become obvious when the only photos I post for the next two weeks are camping related. Here are just some of the fruits of the forest.
Looks like somebody couldn’t finish their lunch. However, the flies were more than happy with the leftovers and then moved on to us. The weekend itself really became less of a relaxing sojourn away from technological distractions and the din of city living and more a crusade against a tireless legion of black flies. Which was actually fine with me, because I love killing flies (more - much more - on that later this week…)
Whoever was at the camp site before we got there had a heck of a time. A hecker of a time than we did, I’d wager. From the ruins, we struggled to piece together a sensible narrative, but really, what’s sensible about some diabetic meth-head fishermen torturing animals and ripping trees in half in the middle of the woods on a Tuesday afternoon?
Amongst the debris, we found: the aforementioned desecrated fish carcass, some Mike’s Hard Lemonade bottle caps, a glucose monitor test strip (obviously they had to test their blood sugar before partaking in such sugary swill - it’s only responsible), a dead field mouse, some huge, charred logs with fishing line tied around them including one that was sitting in the middle of the fire pit, still smoldering from whenever the previous campers had dumped it there. How they found the strength to get it in there is another story, and that’s where (I imagine) the meth comes in.
We pushed this smoking stump out of the fire pit only to discover it was still very much on fire. Throughout the course of our first afternoon it periodically shot flames out of its ashen tree asshole you see before you. Nearly singed my eyebrows off taking this photo, but what’s a camping trip without a few singed eyebrows anyway?
“Take nothing but scenic, woodland number twos, leave nothing but empty beer cans and flaming wreckage” is how the old saying goes, right?
Dedleg: A proud sponsor (and participant! *wink*) of the International Six-Pack Olympics. It’s the same as the normal Olympics, only you have to drink a six pack before your event.
Goin’ on vacation. Be back next week, I swearsies. Please leave a message at the beep.
I got nothin’. Spent a couple hours trying to salvage a photo that just couldn’t be saved, so I slopped this together. Now I am going to bed. And in a couple hours, I’m going to be mighty upset to leave it.
Posts may be slow for the next couple of weeks. I’m summering and shit, and playing hard means paying hard by working hard. Ya dig?
That said, I do have something big in a very Dedleg way, which is, like, imminent. So really, it comes down to how do you like your Dedleg? Fast and short, or slow and big? And guess what! Ima be real happy to let you find out.
It’s Thursday, and Dedleg’s idle mind drifts to thoughts of beer.
Once again, I find myself awake hopelessly past my bed time. Gone are the days of youth, when I could get 3 hours of sleep in a night and actually somehow pretend to be a normal human being the next day. And to think, this was supposed to be a “quick little project.” For such a little thing, it sure took a long time to do. And I guess this is usually where you’d put one of those “that’s what she said” “jokes,” if you were the type of person who did such things, but… well… I’m not.
To me, these two photos together are the pictorial representation of a week ending. Maybe they aren’t to you, but you’re not curating this fucking blog, so try to see things my way as long as the address bar up top still says “www.dedleg.com.”
And for the record, feel free to see things my way even if your browser’s address bar doesn’t say “www.dedleg.com.” I just can’t guarantee that you’re going to like it. And if you don’t know what a browser or an address bar is, or how you even got here… I am so, so profoundly sorry.
Sometimes, after a long work week with only a little free time to spare, you’ve got to fall back on your old standbys. As you might have guessed, my old standbys are beer and a good sunset. And I’m not talking about falling back on them merely as a means to generate blog content, either. Hell, the reality is, I’d probably be generating more blog content if I wasn’t falling back on my old standbys right about now.
So I’m sitting here on a Saturday, not doing nothin’, and I’m like, “hey, why don’t I show Dedleg some love?” Come here baby, let me put some photos on you.
Oh yeah. I’m getting into some trouble this weekend, you know it.
What? When did they change Turd Street’s name to 12th Street? This is shit. This is just absolute shit.
That’s all I’ve got for now. Go on, get out of here. It’s Saturday for fuck’s sake, shouldn’t you be, like, day-drinking or going to Home Depot or something?
Figured I’d put up a few flicks since it was kind of dedsville around here towards the end of the week, and it’s a Saturday and I’ve got nothing better to do so… yeah… here’s my last resort. I’m so bored I’m actually updating my blog. Just kidding, I love you Dedleg. Yes, that’s right, I love me. You should love me, too.
Some graffiti artists work in ink, some in paint, some in… a harder medium.…
Utah catching permanent tags, son.
Brew, for two, please.
Fill-ins are nice and all, but bathroom wall art is really the purest form of street art. Even if it’s not, uh, actually on the street, but whatever. It’s not all pee pee and poo poo talk, and drawings of weiners and vaginas, and “you’re gay” this and “call this guy’s mom for a good time” that. I mean, it is all those things, but there’s so much more. There’s some real insightful shit to be found in bathrooms the world over, and I don’t think it’s any coincidence that I just happen to be the most insightful while I’m shitting.
Another batch of odds, ends, and quick shots from around the city to help keep the week moving. It’s gearing up to be another hectic race to the weekend for me, but I’m going to try to keep things pretty active around here. And if you happen to be amongst the small portion of my audience that not only knows how to read, but actually misses my writing (excluding my usual excuses, and anything not involving skateboarding, that is), you’re in luck. I will be blogging for a relatively prominent Internet locale (within the skateboarding community, anyway) in a shameless attempt to increase the likelihood of my eventual global takeover. Like the creepy Freudian aliens in Contact might say… “Little move, Sparks, little moves.” In any case, more on that soon, but for now, bask in the glory of these photos… at least until you realize that none of them feature naked, anorexish girls.
A building within a building. Seriously though, with that building staring at its own reflection all day, it might as well be called The Narcissus International. You’re so vain, building. You probably think this photo is about you, don’t you?
Don’t know why this particular doggy looks so, well, bummed. If I had already done my dumping, and then I got caught, I don’t think I’d even give a shit. Too late to at that point, even if you wanted to.
A very random assortment, indeed. Sorry guys. One of these days, I’ll start taking good photos again. Pinky swear.
Last evening, I was in my local grocery provider seeking nourishment of the alcoholic variety, since everybody knows the best part about skateboarding is getting home and cracking a beer. While lingering in the brew alcove, an unfamiliar bottle caught my eye — glistening amongst the other various swills was a new concoction from famed distributors of mildly alcoholic orange juice, the Blue Moon Brewing Company. Considering I’ve consumed more than several dozen gallons of Blue Moon in my time, it seemed wrong to not give their latest creation a fair chance to seep their enjoyable toxins into my blood stream.
The Grand Cru is a darker, fizzier, more expensive, and more liquored-up cousin of the brewery’s well-known Belgian-style wheat ale, with a classy-looking bottle that’ll make you feel like King Midas while you’re drinking out of it. Clocking in at 8.2% abv, you know this bottle’s going to do the job, and thanks to the heavy orange and banana overtones, it’s going to taste just slightly reminiscent of Ecto Cooler while it’s doing it.
Our final verdict: I’m drunk. Five thumbs up.