I like good beer. Craft beer of all sorts. I love trying new beers that I stumble upon in the liquor store or that friends have recommended me. Even more than that, I love sharing with others beers that I have discovered that I think they'll enjoy.
That said. I have a dark secret. My favorite beer, the one I drink more than anything else, is Corona Extra. It's my go to beer after a long day at work. It's my weekend, sitting in front of the TV with clashing flannel shirt and pajama pants beer. It's my sitting in the backyard keeping an eye on the dog as she takes a sun nap beer.
Please. Don't judge me. I don't know how it happened. All I know is that one day I started drinking Corona and now I can't stop.
I carved the name of my crush in the 4th grade on the underside of my bed, then got worried that my family might find it, so I wrote the rest of my friends' names there too.
I once got spotted by a bishop swigging communion wine out of the bottle in the vestry. I think it may have been consecrated. He didn't say anything but I saw he saw and he saw that I saw that he saw. So I hereby use Hubski to say: I'm sorry, I was a young idiot being idiotic. I don't believe in an eternity of damnation but I do believe in the eternal douchiness of me in that moment. Sorry, Bish.
My best friend left a headband at my house when we were just getting to know each other. Normally I'd be all over giving someone their shit back but I couldn't resist trying it on. It doesn't slip, fits great, and looks good... the holy grail of headbands. It's been over a year and she never brought it up. Not sure if she knows or even remembers. Guys. This is tearing me apart inside.
I would guess she either doesn't care, or she thinks she lost it somewhere else. You could just return it and ask her where she got it from.
RIP Elysian. All the buyouts of craft breweries makes me sad but it's also to be expected in such a competitive market.
Did you see BrewDog's blog post about the buyouts of this year? They mentioned Elysian specifically as a massively sad one. https://www.brewdog.com/lowdown/blog/nailing-our-colours-to-the-motherfucking-mast
Oh yeah Boundary Road! I used to live literally down the road from where they were first brewed. Even if you didn't like the taste, the names were great. That porter you speak of was Chocolate Moose. The Flying Fortress is the NZ Pale Ale. My fave is the Chosen One, the lager. And then there's Jack the Sipper. Lawn Ranger. Mumbo Jumbo. Stolen base and the Bouncing Czech!
I'm a musician. It's what defines me more than just about, if not anything else. But I don't listen to music that much - I listen to CBC radio most of the time. And unless there's a really cool piece on the bill, I kinda don't even like going to concerts. As I've said to a friend before "If I'm not onstage, I'm not that interested." great movies and great books inspire me more than great performances.
That's actually quite common among musicians. I was talking with a couple of other musicians just the other day about this, and they said most of their musician friends felt "concerted out" after playing/singing their own shows and, despite the mild guilt they felt, didn't go to many others. We're not all like that though. I love going to concerts but can be very picky about listening to the same kinds of music I perform.
Maybe it's because of the higher standards for music that you as a musician have. Ira Glass cites this higher standard and the fact that many artists quit without coming close to it as the main reason people quit arts they're sincerely passionate about. There's a Zen Pencils comic strip based on the speech here.
I have a nice, modest collection of vintage hifi gear, including some items that are widely regarded as high end. I think it all sounds really great. But I mostly listen to music on my laptop.
This is my current setup. It's a pair of McIntosh MC30s and a McIntosh MX110 preamp/tuner. My turntable is a Musichall mmf5, and the speakers are Paradigm Monitor 7s. I really like the McIntosh stuff, but there's a special place in my heart for this. It's the first tube it I bought, it's in excellent condition, and while it isn't a high end as Mac, it still sounds nice. This is an HH Scott 233 stereo integrated amp. This seems to be all I have pictures of handy. I have a second 233 in poor condition that I bought for parts (though it was working at one point). I also have a pair of HH Scott 210-Fs. These were mono integrated amps. Using them meant changing the left and right volume separately. If you're interested, I also have this. It's a TV-2A/U vacuum tube tester. I love all the dials. 
so awesome. thanks for sharing. I really have a love of the classic hi-fi systems. LOVE. I think we've done it before... but maybe tonight when I get home I'll snap a picture of my (pretty lame) setup and post about hubski hi-fis. thanks again for sharing.
Please do, I'd love to see! Ping me when you share. One of the great things about hifi is there are so many ways to do it that they're all interesting to see.
It's just so easy. I can queue up hours of music nonstop. Using the hifi either means listening to records and having to get up to flip or replace a record every twenty minutes, or I'll plug my computer into it, and then I'm tethered to it.
I'm not a musician, but I like to think I have pretty good taste in the music I listen to most of the time. However, after a long day or whenever I need a pick-me-up, Nicki Minaj becomes my hero. There's something about the way it feels so tongue-in-cheek that instantly lifts my mood and gets me pumped up to face the world. "Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an up-date."
My confession: My first "favorite song" was Freeze Frame by J Geils band. Yes, I'm old.
You're a kid! That is one catchy tune though. The first song I remember having as a 'fav' was 'Feels So Good' by Chuck Mangione (an instrumental! but I was a band geek playing cornet and I thought the flugelhorn was really cool). 1977, google tells me. I'm ancient.
Rather than let the hole form from natural wear, I flipped over my shaving soap puck, and pushed a little hole in the center. I'm a bastard and a liar, but I'm still not sorry. I probably won't even finish it before I start of the next one. I'll add it to my Franken-puck instead I guess. Oh, and if that didn't give it away, I'm something of a hipster. According to one of my friends, I'm too hipster for the hipsters, a "hipster's hipster."
You should see my shave kit from before my beard/when I shaved my mustache. A Gillette fatboy, a Merkel, and a thinner Gilette circa 1957. Boar's hair brush, of course, shaving soap puck, stiptic pencil, and after shave cream of either eucalyptus or... Shit, what was it? Witch something. Witch hazel?