Something for Sunday Morning “Contradiction and contentiousness come from deceit, a companion of unbelief and haughtiness.” The Philokalia
Friday BYCU Blatz plays a key role at the end of The Adventures of Beer Man, so when I saw this poster, I decided to post it. New Beer Writer I ran across an unfamiliar beer writer this week, E.D. Kain. Earlier this week, he wrote a decent post about
Thursday Don't You Dare Call It a Ponzi! Governor Perry referred to Social Security as a "Ponzi scheme" and the Left went ape. Somehow, they think it's nuts to refer to Social Security as a Ponzi arrangement, even though their own darling, Paul Krugman, has
Tuesday From the Notebooks Allegations of Brownson's inconsistencies in later years are often misplaced. Recent biographer R.A. Herrera, for instance, alleges that Brownson's view on the democratic revolution that was picking up speed in the mid-nineteenth century flip-flopped. Herrera criticizes Brownson for saying, in
(Untitled) The Gricester Dylan Grice is a brilliant man. Based on this picture, he's about 17-years-old, but he's also Société Générale's Cross Asset Research strategist whose learning branches far beyond investments and economics. Consider carefully his most recent piece (much
Friday BYCU I really like a good drinking glass, whether it's a big wine cup or a solid pilsner. For those enamored with comic books, these pint glasses looks pretty cool, though I can't believe the neo-Prohibitionists aren't going to scream "foul"
Thursday The Kavorka A Dutch woman who called a man 65,000 times in the past year - an average of 178 calls a day - is to face charges of stalking [http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-14913053]. Kinda reminds me of my high school years. My parents had to
Wednesday Drinking Corner This a merciful thing: "Some of America's most famous beers have lost a tremendous amount of their national sales over the last five years. Mostly, they are full-calorie beers, and they have lost sales to lower-calorie products, as well as imports and craft
Tuesday Detroit Poetry I split a couple of bottles of wine with Uncle Verny last night. He lives in Texas, but he grew up in Detroit. In the early 1960s, he worked in a convenience store on Five Mile Road (for those unacquainted with Detroit, everything south of Eight Mile [http: