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say it ain't so: (from salon.com's " the United States of cheap beer." Brand: National Bohemian AKA: Natty Boh Hometown: Baltimore Found in: Pennsylvania to Virginia Distinguishing characteristics: Natty Boh's mascot, a cartooned gent with a bushy stache and one eye and a top hat, has become a civic icon in Baltimore. It's a matter of local pride to love the beer as much as the mascot, or try to, despite a taste as skanky as one of John Waters' early films. Vital signs: National Bohemian hasn't been brewed in Baltimore in decades. Yet another Pabst brand.granted, i find natty boh to be possibly the most disgusting beer i have ever attempted to drink (just being edged out by corona light and pittsburgh's similarly "no longer local" local beer Iron City, but this just seems really sad to me... call it my vestiges of baltimore pride or whatever... how can it no longer be brewed here? very sad... granted, i'm a beer snob anyway, so i shouldn't begrudge people that like the boh Tags: beer, dirstracting myself soundtrack to the scenery: never/ever - the black angels
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so yeah. ann already posted about it but holy shit i had to...
thursday night i was in probably the worst car accident i have ever been in. not probably. definitely. basically, head on collision (most of the impact on the drivers side, capped off with going into a tree!) with a dumb kid who was, if not turning left onto a highway onramp, disregarding oncoming traffic, at the very least crossing over into my lane to "get around a patch of ice," basically making it his fault (though, according to the redneck tow truck driver at the lot both cars were taken to, the kid was saying i hit him!)
i barely remember the accident itself. i remember the car hitting me. i remember the tree. i don't remember getting out of the car. i don't remember the air bags going off. i don't remember ann getting out. my head is fine, it was all just so fast (though i remember it in slow motion, when i do remember it).
the good news is i'm okay just bruised. ann is okay too, just walking away with a fractured rib (which is bad, but all considering....). mostly i'm just freaked out. and it's just been a drawn out process with insurance and police and hospitals and rental cars. my car is in bad shape, so we'll see.... i might have to get a "new" one soon.
sigh.
2007 just continues to be wonderful...
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2460, the community space run by Red Emma's, a worker collective here in Baltimore, was robbed last week, with over $2000 worth of audio equipment stolen. Red Emma's does a lot of really great things for the community and holds some amazing events at 2460, such as film screenings, concerts, talks, and, of course, the Charm City Craft Mafia's (the art/craft/indie business collective Sleepy Records is part of) Pile of Craft and Holiday Heap craft fairs (remember the awesome music at Pile of Craft? That wouldn't have been possible without use of Red Emma's equipment). Please consider donating a few dollars to our friends at Red Emma's so they can replace the stolen equipment and continue to have great events.
You can visit their website to make a paypal donation or send checks made out to "Red Emma's" to:
Red Emma's ATTN: Kate 800 St. Paul St. Baltimore, MD 21202
If by some chance you have information on the stolen equipment listed below, you can contact Red Emma's at (410) 230-0450 or at info-at-redemmas.org:
-3 AKG D8000S Mics. labeled "2640" -Yamaha EMC 5016C powered mixer -Elation Stage setter 816CH DMX Stage Light Console -2 c. 1970 Silver Realistic Mics.
thanks! dave
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dear comcast, burn in fucking hell. seriously. like it was convenient for me to call you from work on tuesday morning to schedule you to come out between 8 and 12 today to fix the grand fuck up you committed. like it was easy for me to sit here and wait - i did get some minor cleaning done but still - while you did not show up. like i want my landlord to get upset about this - he already is, btw - because i was dumbe enough to think you assholes were responsible. i'm reasonable. you idiots get one more chance. one. more. chance. then i say "y'know, internet isn't worth this kind of trouble" and find myself another service provider who, hopefully, is slightly more competent that you jerks. a formerly happy - or at least reasonably ok with his service - comcast customer. (and no, when i email you because my cell phone service sucks ass at home, especially when there's a thunder storm going on, don't reply saying i need to talk to a technician to try and "troubleshoot" my problem. the only shooting you're making me feel like doing is at your dumbfuck technicians who have consistantly made this problem worse and worse with their screaming ineptitude). edit the first: so i call them. angrily but not screamingly and ask WTFuck you fecking idjits? they tell me "well, this is done by a third party and usually they just come out whenever and..." which i stop her at and say "not what i was told! i need to be there when they are to have them fix the issue properly." she tries to talk me off of that notion but i insist, with the whole "and i am seriously beginning to wonder if this is all worth the trouble..." so she calls and leaves their dispatch people - as well as the contractor - instructions to call me when they are coming out (which i partially expect them to ignore, but that is a whole other story... there is the fact though that she said something about burrying the cable, which is pretty distinctly what they are NOT supposed to come out and do, which leaves me worrying that this will get even further fucked up - not to mention further annoying my landlord, as i am certainly going to call him and tell him the situation as soon as it goes wrong, if it does. hopefully he will hold me blameless and not a)charge me extra on rent or b) tell me i have to find another place to live. are either of those likely? eh. maybe... Tags: comcast sucks where?: atoms for peace - thom yorke how does it feel: annoyed
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