Beers I Have Known: Sierra Nevada Blindfold Black IPA

This series of posts is dedicated to the many, many six packs, pony kegs and pints that have sauntered into my life at one point or another. I’m very pleased that I live in a place that has been dubbed Beer City, U.S.A. More than that, I’m excited that the community continues to live up to the title, years after the sponsor of the annual vote gave up on the process, presumably in part because they got tired of this little North Carolina mountain town winning every year. Among all of our other craft brewers, modest and ambitious, comes arguably the … Continue reading Beers I Have Known: Sierra Nevada Blindfold Black IPA

Ernie Banks, 1931 – 2015

I never got to see Ernie Banks play. Less than three weeks before I was born, Banks became the ninth Major League Baseball player and first who logged significant time at shortstop to hit his five-hundredth career home run. He retired as a player after the following season, announcing it in December, 1971. There was no march of adulation through the league, no expectation that other teams would pay their respects in pre-game ceremonies or groove him easy pitches in the All-Star Game. At the age of forty, he simply decided he’d spent enough time with a mitt on his … Continue reading Ernie Banks, 1931 – 2015

Ford, Hancock, Huston, McDonagh, Robespierre

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (John Huston, 1948). Huston’s famed exploration of greed tainting a slapdash partnership of aspiration gold miners in the Mexican mountains is so deviously ingenious that the director booming cackle virtually echoes through the most feverish scenes. The best Tim Holt can do as the most upstanding, straightforward member of the trio is stay upright against the buffeting winds of Humphrey Bogart, all sweaty paranoia and flash fire intensity, and Walter Huston, delivering a just Oscar-awarded turn as the weather-beaten old-timer whose the one member of the party who’s not a neophyte. The film is … Continue reading Ford, Hancock, Huston, McDonagh, Robespierre

From the Archive: The Rocketeer

With the Oscar nominations due to be announced this week, I thought about trying to find some old Academy Award speculation from the days of the radio show, but it was pretty rare that there was a script involved in discussion on that topic. The Academy Awards — the ceremony, the history, the politics of nominations — was our shared wheelhouse. We could fill a fairly polished-sounding hour with little more than a couple notes of reference. Instead, I’ll use the recent television premiere of Agent Carter as inspiration for this week’s retrospective selection. I like the show thus far (and … Continue reading From the Archive: The Rocketeer

Great Moments in Literature

“He had never been completely unembarrassed while speaking on the radio; this was a fact (his mike fright was something else). He had always felt just a little silly announcing, introducing, selling, describing, interviewing, giving the time and telling the weather, doing local color, acting and reciting bed-time stories, holding up his spokesman’s end of the conversation — which in radio was the only end there was. For the truth of the matter was that radio was silence as well as sound; the unrelenting premise was that the announcer’s voice occurred in silence, in the heart of an attentive vacuum … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature

One for Friday: Apollo Smile, “Thunderbox”

As with many households, the start of a new years is bringing all sorts of ambitious sorting and reorganizing projects. In our domicile, one of the places that manifests is with a fresh pass at the music collection, specifically the weight shelf of CDs that now occupies a corner of the living room. We got a custom-built CD shelf years and years ago, and there’s long been a general understanding that we’d try to keep the accumulated discs to a number that could fit into that unit. That means it’s time for a little purging. To facilitate this — and, … Continue reading One for Friday: Apollo Smile, “Thunderbox”