Street Carnage has an expanded gallery of those drugged-up self portraits I wrote about the other day:
Bryan Lewis Saunders — a guy with three names so you know he’s talented — has been making a self-portrait a day since 1995, he says, although recently he started trying it while under the effects of a variety of different drugs.
Platform shares my interest in the music taste of wolves:
Those wolves were like: “Ewww, dude. Creed?” Probably. They were probably like that. I wasn’t there so I can’t really say. Makes sense though, because everyone knows wolves are more into Bryan Adams. It’s kind of their thing.
In this piece in Stuff I asked a bunch of bartenders to invent recipes that the characters from Boardwalk Empire might have been drinking.
And in this one I interview the brewer from a cool local brewery called Haverhill.
At the risk of blowing your minds with this late-breaking news, this whole craft beer thing seems like it's not going away anytime soon. You might think the market would have reverted to the mediocre mean by now, but sales from indie craft brewers have increased overall once again, climbing 9 percent by volume in the US in the first half of 2010. Who knew so many beer guzzlers care about quality? I may have vastly underrated the taste of the American consumer. Wait, what's the opposite of schadenfreude?
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