Here is a quick list of my oddest behaviors that have all been validated and encouraged by the internet:
- Making way too many Lord of the Rings related puns and inappropriate references
- Talking about beer and beer science and beer culture and beer goblins
- Writing short stories that use (and overuse) nested adjectival clauses, resumptive modifiers, and chain-appositives
And most recently:
- Unabashedly crawling across/through neighborhood yards/porches/decks to take photographs of beer
John Kleinchester over at Beertography.com (beer + photography = beertography) did me the honor of making me the official beertographer of the week, starting today. I want to not only thank him for highlighting my work, but for making me feel a lot less insane about filling my SDHC card with nothing but images of amber fluids and fancy glassware.
I take photos because I enjoy looking at things. Sounds simple, but it’s true. I relish the chance to watch a sun sink, purple and orange, into Chincoteague Bay. Or to see the bubbles scamper upwards out of a glass, tearing through the golden prison on a pilser. I love perspective and angles and light and shadow. And really, all writers should all at least appreciate photography, because one click and shutter flutter is equal to 1000 words of 12 point Times New Roman. That’s proven fact.
All eccentricity and absurdity aside, I’d also like to thank all my readers for giving me the energy and motivation to keep writing and crawling through the verge with camera in hand. You guys are the best.
Here’s a smattering of some of my favorite beertographs (captured over the years). Enjoy!
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the beer whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er, She shall drink, ah, nevermore!
The first paragraph of this story was part of my homework assignment for my grammar class. I had to mimic Steinbeck. It hurt my brain.
“Natural selection, as it has operated in human history, favors not only the clever but the murderous.” -Barbara Ehrenreich
It is incredibly difficult to take a picture of direct sunlight.
A great beer at the end of the day if your dogs are barking.
+3 against thirst (and ogres)
Hop on beer. Do not hop on hydrangeas.
I feel like I should use monosyllabic expressions of my feeling when writing a formal review. Hrm. Yes. Quite. Mmph.
RyePA. Get it?
Left to right, order of enjoy-itude.
The beer triune: pint glass, airlock, bottle.
The fog settles on London like the head on a freshly poured pint.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s beer for me.
“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.” ― Cormac McCarthy
Sometimes a man has to buy 9.5 lbs of pilsner malt. We all have our vices. Don’t judge me.
A shoal is a somewhat linear landform extending into a body of water, typically composed of sand, silt or small pebbles. This is a somewhat delicious beer extending into my stomach, composed of water, hops, and alcohol.
This picture makes it look warm outside. It was not warm outside.
Slight buzz + long day + very tired = thinking photos are the height of modern art.
One bullet, one empty can.
Arr, here be good beers.
“How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct.” ― Benjamin Disraeli
This story brought to you buy DuClaw’s brewing, Ed Pearlman’s teaching, and Anthony Hecht’s writing.
We drink our beer from mason jars.
Posted In: Libation
, craft beer
, LOTR puns
, worth 1000
, worth one thousand