#267 - Beverly Green: Tacos, Creativity, Beans, Biology, Questions and Fragments of Possible Answers ..read more

Every once in a while it’s best to go back to bay sacks. You know what I mean… Those warm cozy sacks of hay that sit by the bay waiting to be visited by weary nomads and those astray… For thousands of years bay sacks have been a comforting sight, a welcoming softness consisting of a bright billowing blanket-like sack that yearn for a visit from non other than… you. So dive in, it feels good here ..read more

I’m sure you no doubt have had your mead fill. Unfortunately theres simply too much information, content, context, history, texture, juicy details, creamy middles, savory crusts, nutty back ends, fruity fronts and mouthwatering mouth feels for this Mead Saga to end. So as they say in the Land of Mead: Let’s make some “pour” decisions ..read more

Mead is a honey wine. It’s made from fermenting honey. Ain’t that something? Some enjoy this drink. So much so that they have free standing buildings dedicated to to celebrating its creation. They also drink it there and talk about how it tastes, its level of dryness, fruitiness, stink, and how the subtle pine notes dance upon the tongue and throat when slowly gathered in the mouth and down the esophagus. What a time to be alive ..read more

MY birthday is very important. It’s probably the most important day of the year, right next to Christmas and Memorial Day. Simply put, Its my most favorite day EVER! I love love love it. I really do. Everyone who knows me understands this and respects the severity of the universal acknowledgment of extreme importance MY DAY deserves. And why wouldn’t they. They love me and hence they should also love MY DAY. And they do. And that makes me smile :) So gear up gals because this year is gonna be big! Real big!! Really really big!!! It better be ..read more

The 90s… Ten years of fun, family, french fries, and freedom… A decade of TV shows, tap dancing, tag and tang… 521 weeks of Wendys, wishing wells, Walters and wonder… 120 months of memories, muppets, mittens and mint… 3652 days of doorbells, dips, dip shits and dung… What a time to be alive ..read more

With so much information out there its hard to compute what’s worth investigating and what to toss in the old trash heap. A good rule of thumb is to do a broad general search online where you will no doubt be inundated with a cornucopia of factoids and expertise first hand accounts that will for sure tickle your underbelly. After a few hours of mindless scrolling, word skimming, and video vomit, your eventually find your fancy. From there the world is your oyster. Dive in, enjoy the jelly and see where your research takes you. Cheers ..read more

Raising and nurturing a dog is said to be the most important job/life event one will ever embark upon in their short journey on this earth. From late night walks to the dog park to get one last sniff of a favorite bush, to early morning piles of feces on the threshold. There truly is no grater joy then dressing your pup in its favorite rain coat and boots and going frocking in the big city. Dog Talk with Sparky and Smokey celebrate this fact, and are here to provide you with years of expertise and know how to make sure your most important companion stays top dog ..read more

Christmas time can bring about a jubilee of emotions. Where some enjoy the scents and sounds of cookies being baked in Nana’s kitchen, other may find the experience difficult and nauseating. While most love standing in long lines, tasting the many tints and textures offered by kraut carts, and sipping on $12 hot cocoas all compliments of the local Christkindlmarket; a small number, in fact a select few, may actually find the event idiotic, a rip off or dare I even say… stupid. And as most love the wonder and magic of Cotton Man’s Annual Sleigh Full of Cheer Christmas Special, others simply ski ..read more

This whole sports watching and analyzing thing can get quite exhausting. Especially when your in-depth investigation and expert commentary are shouted into a vacuum, a cosmic void, a barren tundra, a sunken ship taken over by the sea and its many mysteries, an elderly man’s sterile garage where a mint condition ‘96 Ford Taurus may or may not be parked, an empty gymnasium that smells of farts, a sleepy meadow where you and a lover once walked barefoot and naked in the dewy long grass in search of shade and patch of soft moss to lie down both your bodies and inhibitions. Oh to be young again ..read more