Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Your health, musette bag

Two things:

(1) spam is starting to get poetic. I actually like reading it now. This one's from Christian Mccullough (from Russia) and the subject is "Your health, musette bag".

The following, while true to the text, is my parsing.

"minor paste wash odd-come-shortly oak bark mouse-color

odd-fangled modern-made oak-tree

one-rail paschal controversy
nettle geranium pain-bearing
olivine-andesite Non-marcan mother-sick mis-ship mug-wet mullein pink mosquito bee

outside finish
nitrogen fixer
molding book
pass check
Middle westerner
Out-milton mirror carp"

It also mentions Mendel: "olive-skinned moccasin plant mode beige Neo-mendelian os magnum"

(2) Jack Curtin, Pennsylvania beer writer extraordinaire, claims that Celebrator (a beer publication) has named its top 10 best American beer cities and they are as follows:

San Francisco
San Diego
Washington DC/Baltimore
New York & Chicago (tie)

All the way live from the 215.

And here is Mr. Curtin's commentary that was published with the ranking.

"Why Philadelphia? The answer is Lager. But let's get the other stuff out of the way first.

Start with diversity. More beers of more styles are brewed the Philadelphia region than anywhere else in the U.S. Most are excellent. A few are superior. And the lot of them are generally balanced, nuanced brews which represent all the detailed complexity of the brewer's art at its finest.

Consider the milieu. Our best beer venues have been as highly praised for their culinary skills as for their beer selections for years now. We get virtually every popular craft beer from other areas in the country. Philadelphia is where the American craze for Belgian beers began; it remains the largest U.S. market for Belgians.

Still, it's lager beers which set Philadelphia apart. There's Yuengling Lager, the beer that stopped Budweiser in its tracks in this market. Or Victory Brewing's flagship Prima Pils, named Top Pilsner in the World by the New York Times a few months back. On a grander scale, the annual Sly Fox Bock Festival poured four Bocks (plus two Eisbock versions), Helles Lager, Dark Lager, Pilsner and Rauchbier this May. Got anything like that where you live?"


Mac said...

Go Ptown Go! #1!

Anonymous said...

Mr. Dunn,
Keen I am; keen is me. I do like your blog and I do like beer (although my knowledge rests modest and amateur). My post about the NY Times beer sommelier and likewise my post about the article detailing the unfortunate demise of the Latrobe brewery were anonymous because you do not know me. I am indeed strange; you would be the first to acknowledge it. Nevertheless, I am not the Kwisatz Haderach. That’s somebody else who sounds much more interesting. Alas, I have no supernatural powers, as such. But really, genetic engineering? Is that any way to go about doing that sort of thing? That person should come forward, at least as much as I have done, to tell all of us in the beer-o-sphere all about it. As a relatively new reader of your blog, Mr. Dunn, maybe I’ve already missed out, but if you haven’t gotten your hands on a Chimay yet (any kind of Chimay), you should. I’m not sure if it’s available out where you are. It is well worth it and I’d be interested to know what you thought. While not the best of the Cistercien, of the trappiste (I’m not sure if it’s the same word in English), monks’ beers, it seems to be the most available.
Candide Keen

Matthew D Dunn said...

Keen I am, Keen is me, Keen is a girl I knew in middle school and if you are her I'm going to be a little freaked out to be perfectly honest with you.

But I digress.

I am shocked (and appalled?) that someone I do not know actually likes my blog, let alone reads it.

This is why my suspicion is that you, Candide, are not actually a real person. Although at the same time you might be French. Trappiste? We drop the 'e' here, but close enough. In the Nederlands they say "trappisten".

Oué Oué! Chimay! Ah putain! Une roteuse!

Chimay is ok. Consistent; good in its own way. The biggest trappist, goes well with flapjacks, and just a drizzle of maple syrup.

I try not to buy Chimay anymore. I don't think it's worth it, the money, a dirth is, my wallet is empty; I'm poor.

And I agree. That crazy Dune person should definitely come forward. I'm a little freaked out by Dune. That drug they do in the movie is, to put it mildly, unnerving.

Matthew D Dunn said...

I didn't mean that French people aren't real people. I'm just an awkward writer.