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Old Testament Bartender

correcting the lies of modern mixology.


"This face belongs to Terry Sawchuk, a 36-year-old goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs. Re-created here, by a professional make-up artist and a doctor, are some of the more than 400 stitches he has earned during 16 years in the National Hockey League. Sawchuk has sustained other injuries not shown here: a slashed eyeball requiring three stitches, a 70% loss of function in his right arm because 60 bone chips were removed from his elbow, and a permanent “sway-back” caused by continual bent-over posture.
Last year there were only six NHL goalies, but games had to be interrupted so regularly for spot surgical repairs that a new rule was passed requiring every team to carry a spare. The bloody ordeal has bred a special kind of man — half commando and half human pincushion — and it is not surprising he has special problems.”

"This face belongs to Terry Sawchuk, a 36-year-old goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs. Re-created here, by a professional make-up artist and a doctor, are some of the more than 400 stitches he has earned during 16 years in the National Hockey League. Sawchuk has sustained other injuries not shown here: a slashed eyeball requiring three stitches, a 70% loss of function in his right arm because 60 bone chips were removed from his elbow, and a permanent “sway-back” caused by continual bent-over posture.

Last year there were only six NHL goalies, but games had to be interrupted so regularly for spot surgical repairs that a new rule was passed requiring every team to carry a spare. The bloody ordeal has bred a special kind of man — half commando and half human pincushion — and it is not surprising he has special problems.”

"Sharp salesmen understand that a customer doesn’t buy drills, but holes. And their psyche doesn’t feed on gin, but the emptiness it forgot it had. This is how intoxication works."—CHRIS KOENTGES

"Sharp salesmen understand that a customer doesn’t buy drills, but holes. And their psyche doesn’t feed on gin, but the emptiness it forgot it had. This is how intoxication works."—CHRIS KOENTGES

Thomas the Tank Engine: The crystal meth years…

Thomas the Tank Engine: The crystal meth years…

Thwaites Brewery in Blackburn has sign changed over redundancies.

Thwaites Brewery in Blackburn has sign changed over redundancies.

It’s easy to overlook LaDonna, who is, after all, merely a very strong black female. It doesn’t matter that she’s subject to the trials of Job in post-Katrina New Orleans. Trials that include running a small business, getting raped and searching hopelessly for a murdered brother. The very premise for such a character is so… 2006. LaDonna has no secret past. She’s not bisexual nor half-Mongol. She doesn’t drink blood, sell weed or live with a serial killer. Her skin does not have an Amerindian tint. In a time when you have to be a multicultural Swiss Army knife to draw critical attention, LaDonna is a 4” wood saw.
How did we come to take actresses like Alexander, Regina King and Aisha Hindsfor granted? What happened to the acclimitization period between right now and the time when Claire Huxtable and CCH Pounder were still exotic? There was no in between time. No time of weighty ethnic roles.
Television has cleverly figured out a way around such weight, and in the process around real multicultural casts too. Why depict one or two or three marginalized cultures in your show when you can jam all those cultures into a single character?
(via Multiculturalism Alive at the Emmys | VERY ETHNIC)

It’s easy to overlook LaDonna, who is, after all, merely a very strong black female. It doesn’t matter that she’s subject to the trials of Job in post-Katrina New Orleans. Trials that include running a small business, getting raped and searching hopelessly for a murdered brother. The very premise for such a character is so… 2006. LaDonna has no secret past. She’s not bisexual nor half-Mongol. She doesn’t drink blood, sell weed or live with a serial killer. Her skin does not have an Amerindian tint. In a time when you have to be a multicultural Swiss Army knife to draw critical attention, LaDonna is a 4” wood saw.

How did we come to take actresses like Alexander, Regina King and Aisha Hindsfor granted? What happened to the acclimitization period between right now and the time when Claire Huxtable and CCH Pounder were still exotic? There was no in between time. No time of weighty ethnic roles.

Television has cleverly figured out a way around such weight, and in the process around real multicultural casts too. Why depict one or two or three marginalized cultures in your show when you can jam all those cultures into a single character?

(via Multiculturalism Alive at the Emmys | VERY ETHNIC)

A strange thought’s taken root in my head this fall: I can remember every beet I’ve ever eaten. Maybe not to rattle off the top of my head. But if there was aSporcle quiz with a 12-hour clock—or if I could spend a warm night in a small town jail—I’m confident I could recall every beet I’ve ever eaten. And place them in a kind of hierarchy too. I couldn’t tell you the last time I went to 7-11 or Tim Hortons. Or who won the last three World Series. But I can crisply remember scrubbing Chioggias at 2am the first time I heard Jeff Tweedy sing “Shot in the Arm.”

"It’s said that Los Angeles is the birthplace of drinks that never should have been born, including the Harvey Wallbanger, the Rusty Nail and the White Russian. And no degree of fancy language will give you the Toro experience as it was given to me; the twenty dollar bill placed on the bar; the bartender asking if I was sure; the sudden hush; the look of concentration, then whispering, first to himself, and then, as if possessed, to the bottles he maneuvered, now a whir, chanting—Toro….Toro…Toro…it rose, slowly, then through the room, fey Korean hipsters and tattooed lesbians, shouting and banging on the wood, the drink grew and grew, a large Samoan appeared, and a dozen blushing cherubs wheeled above in the invisible fumes of tequila that billowed from the potion in front of me.”

(via Tiki Culture of Los Angeles and the American West | VERY ETHNIC)

"It’s said that Los Angeles is the birthplace of drinks that never should have been born, including the Harvey Wallbanger, the Rusty Nail and the White Russian. And no degree of fancy language will give you the Toro experience as it was given to me; the twenty dollar bill placed on the bar; the bartender asking if I was sure; the sudden hush; the look of concentration, then whispering, first to himself, and then, as if possessed, to the bottles he maneuvered, now a whir, chanting—Toro….Toro…Toro…it rose, slowly, then through the room, fey Korean hipsters and tattooed lesbians, shouting and banging on the wood, the drink grew and grew, a large Samoan appeared, and a dozen blushing cherubs wheeled above in the invisible fumes of tequila that billowed from the potion in front of me.”

(via Tiki Culture of Los Angeles and the American West | VERY ETHNIC)

Sideways double rainbow. With lightning. At sunset.

Sideways double rainbow. With lightning. At sunset.

Real Meaning of Priceless

BILL: You pawned a Hattori Hanzo sword?
BUDD: Yep.
BILL: It was priceless.
BUDD: Not in El Paso it ain't. In El Paso I got me 250 Dollars for it.
“If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me,
They bury me someplace I don’t want to be,
You’ll dig me up and transport me, unceremoniously,
Away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees,
Whispers of disease and the acts of enormity
And lower me slowly, sadly and properly.
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy.”
(via Ghost Towns | DIY Funerals | Murders of Crows | VERY ETHNIC)

“If I die of vanity, promise me, promise me,

They bury me someplace I don’t want to be,

You’ll dig me up and transport me, unceremoniously,

Away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees,

Whispers of disease and the acts of enormity

And lower me slowly, sadly and properly.

Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy.”

(via Ghost Towns | DIY Funerals | Murders of Crows | VERY ETHNIC)

She was from Saitama prefecture, the New Jersey of Tokyo. I told her I was from New Jersey, the Saitama of New York.

Sleeping Together, by Gideon Lewis-Kraus | Harper’s Magazine (via veryethnic)

(via veryethnic)

Karaoke night at the Star Wars cantina. Billy Dee Williams does Coconut Records “West Coast,” which erupts in a wonderfully discordant multilingual sing along. This gives me such a warm feeling.

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