- Name: Lonnie Bruner
- Location: Washington, DC, United States
I live in DC, sail the Chesapeake Bay, have a lovely wife who's a web designer, a young son, an unruly hound dog, and am interested in most everything in the world. Oh yea, and I love the smell of burning trash in the Third World. That just gets me going.
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- Bars in India: Like 100 Years Ago in the USA
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Blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Christmas in July
Monday, July 26, 2004
Hot on the tongue and lips, it's not as hot as you would expect for its proof. You get oak, caramel, no cherry, not much charcoal, crisp and it's not too complex. And then …. more oak. The finish is powerful and a little quick. This is quality, and it's fine neat. You don't need to dress it up.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
Homage to Modest Mouse
Country vs. City
A close friend has recently given up on urban life after a 6-year stint as a city dweller. After a year or so of hashing through the pros and cons of both regions he’s finally made the decision to get the f’ out. What is it that he’s trying to escape? Weed-wackers outside his window at 6:00 AM? Thuggish drunks picking fights? Poor government and private services? Noise? Lazy cops? Racism? No front porch? These are his supposed reasons for moving out, but all that just sounds like a typical day in rural America, doesn’t it? Peace and quiet, he says ... True, in some cases, but I live in one of the busiest city neighborhoods and I’ve never had a problem getting to sleep due to noise. Hmm … I guess the pace of life in the country is slower and more relaxing which---I guess---is important to people who are … uh … retired …
Maybe it’s the-grass-is-greener effect.
No doubt, for people in their 20s and 30s the city is the only place that meets the need for constant mental and physical stimulation. For “peace and quiet” you can always go on a weekend backpacking trip, can’t you? Additionally, our image of the country rarely exists in 2004. The past few times I’ve been out in the sticks, it’s looked fairly suburbanized, with Best Buys and Walmarts galore. Why would you want to live around all that? Beats me. Why not just move to Montgomery County?
Buy Christopher Hitchens a Drink Online
No matter what you might think of him, you would never say he's boring. Most Sunday morning pundits are so smug and boring but the Hitch always lays down his thoughts with that snotty accent and paranoid anti-God rants. Years ago, my wife and I went to one of his book signings and in the middle of the Q and A session he pulls a 5th of Jim Beam out of his pocket and takes a slug before answering the next audience question.
One reason I think he inspires such intense feelings of hatred is because he is a TRUE polemicist; he holds no allegences or loyalties to the left or right. He has repeatedly said this. You think he's switched over to "the right"? It's certainly not the case. A day or two after Reagan died he was one of the first to slam the Gipper's record. Maybe that's one reason why people hate him so much: he can't be pigeonholed.
So this one's for the Hitch! Cheers!
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Mac' 'N' Malt
1/2 cup processed cheese sauce
2 frankfurters, sliced
1 teaspoon grated parmesan cheese
"Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Bring large pot of salted water to a boil. Add pasta and cook for 8 to 10 minutes or until al dente; drain. Heat cheese sauce in microwave, 1 minute. In 8 x 8 inch baking dish, combine cooked pasta, cheese sauce, sliced frankfurters and Parmesan. Stir and serve."
This is a recipe that every freshman in college can put together without effort: it's the recipe for Mac' 'N' Cheese. The reason I clipped this from the 'net is to prove a point: making beer is as easy as making macaroni and cheese for Tuesday night's bachelor dinner. You simply boil water, put the ingredients in, stir, let sit, and enjoy.
I got my brew kit about a month ago---with the idea that I would improve my whiskey-making skills by first brewing beer---and making it was about as hard as making the above college staple. Granted, it takes some sterilization skills (basically, scrubbing bottles and buckets), and you gotta co-opt a friend to help you hold the bottles steady while you siphon the raw brew in, but the mixin' and stirrin' is straight up mac' 'n' cheese no-nonsense.
My next goal is to search my town high and low for cheap, dark malt so I can make 50 bottles for under 9 bucks. If anyone has any thoughts on where to find it, let me in on how. I hear MOM's in Rockville is the place.
The upshot is there'll be no more 8-dollar six-packs for me. It's fresh brew from here on out. And all of this was done in a one bedroom basement apartment with a wife, 2 dogs and a cat!
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Chesapeake Bay Cleanup Progress Overstated
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Karen O. Played Me A Song Via Cell Phone
I may be totally out of line here, but I think this one could rival Jaws.
Posted by L. Bruner on 12-Jul-2004 8:54:12 PM:
This weekend I was wading back to my boat in about 3 to 4 feet of water around the mouth of the Chester River and I kept stepping on some very large fish. It was pitch-black dark so I couldn't see what they were but they were so big they almost knocked me off balance several times. Felt like i was stepping on big, slippery dogs. What were these? I thought they were stingrays but wouldn't they have stung me if they were? They were too big to be flounder or catfish. Any ideas?
Posted by Fritz R. on 12-Jul-2004 9:00:16 PM:
Probably cow nosed rays. They do have a barb at the base of their tail, but they're fairly docile, and if you don't pin them down (and that's pretty hard because they're so big) or step on the barb, they probably won't hurt you. They definitely can, though.
Posted by Unknown on 12-Jul-2004 10:52:19 PM:
I don't think I would have waded back to my boat in the dark in 4 feet of water. And if I had any trouble deciding, stepping on the first large ray would have helped me make up my mind.
Posted by Chessie on 13-Jul-2004 7:05:23 AM:
I was thinking the same thing. First time I stepped on a big, slippery anything in the dark I would have been running across the surface of the water all the way back to the boat. Too many creatures out there in the world's waterways these days that have a bone to pick with me.
Posted by H2O Boss on 13-Jul-2004 10:47:58 AM:
Reminds me of sharking on AI trying to get a bait over the outer bar. You haven't lived until you've waded out to your tits with a 12' heaver with 8oz and a freshly oozing fish head as bait. Only after you've landed a few 5' sharks, and seen bigger landed...........I think I woulda needed to change my shorts if I had bumped into anything, much less repeatedly.
During the 2nd annual Celebration of Life Weekend---or more precisely, a 4-day bender that included some sailing---we stopped by the quaint Chestertown, Maryland. Mason, Rollin and I had motored the 10 miles up the Chester River to visit Mason’s college buddy, Dustin. Dustin was at his parents’ estate, situated right on the river, complete with views of sunsets, flowing green reeds, and the Route 213 drawbridge that we had just come under. Being a doctor, Dustin’s father has made quite a life for himself on that river.
As Saturday evening fell, we decided that the crabs we'd eaten had digested enough to go for a stroll through the pitch-black countryside. We headed out, drinks in hand, toward the cornfields and darkness of the outskirts of Chestertown. Finishing my drink, I stowed the tumbler glass in my pocket. As we approached the edge of the cornfield the conversations turned to movies like “Signs” and “The Blair Witch Project”. Feeling the need to behave like little boys, we played the game of who-can-scare-the-other-guy-the-most. As I lunged out from the edge of the cornfield to scare Rollin, I fell right on that damned bourbon glass which shattered in my pocket with the force of body hitting ground. As I stood up, I felt that unmistakable warm drip and trickle of blood down my leg and onto my bare feet. Lifting my pant leg exposed the biggest and deepest cut I’d ever seen on my body. We’re talking about 1 inch wide by half-an-inch deep, splayed open for all to see.
Not wanting to go to the emergency room and not having an insurance card on me, we decided that Dustin’s little sister should snag her dad’s doctor’s office keys and that Mason would sew me up there (Mason is a Physician’s Assistant, having spent the last few years stitching people up almost daily).
As we walked into the doctor’s office, cigarettes in hand, everyone set to work trying to find litocane (painkiller), rubber gloves, gauze and stitching. Meanwhile, I lay on the table in my black briefs, while the sticky blood was wiped off me. The first thing I then felt was Mason rubbing alcohol-soaked gauze through the bloody gash before he injected me with painkiller. In no time he set to the business of nervously sewing 5 stitches into the side of my leg.
Finishing up, we locked the office and walked a block to the nearest bar so as not to interrupt the flow of the evening.
My sincere thanks go out to all involved. You saved me a trip to the damned ER and gave me a story that I’m sure my wife is going to get very sick of hearing. Cheers!
Friday, July 02, 2004
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Boy On Kayak Catches Record Striped Bass In Jersey
STAFFORD TOWNSHIP, N.J. (AP) - A 14-year-old angler got the ride of his life when he hooked a near-record-size striped bass that pulled his kayak about while he fought to land the fish.
Bobby Capri Jr.'s 52.8-pound striper came within 5 pounds of the world record of 57 pounds for his age group, according to the International Game Fishing Association.
"I knew I had something big. I just did not know how big," Capri told The Press of Atlantic City.
The 115-pound Stafford Township youth hooked the fish Friday off Surf City, where he had paddled his 10-foot kayak.
The striper dragged Capri's kayak for almost 20 minutes, taking him past two jetties and pulling him in circles about a dozen times.
Capri said he managed to lug the fish aboard the kayak by putting his hand through its gill plate.
He then tried to paddle ashore, but the bow of the kayak kept tipping. Capri then pushed his hand up through the fish's gill plate again, jumped out of the kayak and dragged the fish the final 10 to 15 yards ashore, where he called his father on a cell phone. "He called me all excited and asked for help. He said the fish was about 40 pounds," Bobby Capri Sr. said.
The pair took the fish to a nearby bait shop, where they learned its actual weight.