It DOES exist!

As college students, we run the gamut from cheap beer to really cheap beer. Some of us have stuck on one beer for some reason – we grew up with it, it’s the cheapest, it doesn’t taste like Bud Light, etc. Keystone Light, while not my favorite, is one of those beers that I grew up with. It’s the beer I drank in high school and the one beverage I had every weekend during my freshman year. I express loyalty to the Keystone family.

red keystone can

behold!

In Los Angeles, I was overjoyed when, at a barbecue, Fed Jimenez graced me with this: A Keystone. Not Keystone Light. Not Keystone Ice. But this was in L.A. Hollywood, LaLaLand. Of course you can find rare things there. In L.A. Not in Ithaca.

Turn the page to this past weekend. Circles Party. BYOB – and Curt didn’t. So he takes a walk up to Big Al’s to pick something up. What do I see when he comes back from the store? You guessed it.

bam!

bam!

A 12 of red stoners. They do exist. Stock up, though. Keystone Regular may quickly become the reason people go to Big Al’s and not Rogans.

Now we know where to get all three varieties of Keystone.

But did you know that there is a fourth variety? In my research of the Keystone family, I have learned that there is Keystone Premium, which comes in a maroon can. Weighing in at 4.40%abv, this beer is highly discussed on beeradvocate.com. One review claims it has a “STRONG smell of day-old pee and wet leaves.”

According to molsoncoors.com, “Keystone Premium is available nationally and is packaged in cans, bottles and kegs. Keystone Premium is 4.4 percent alcohol by volume and has 108 calories per 12-ounce serving.”

I’m off to find myself some Premium. Who’s with me?

Recession-Friendly Sake

This past weekend I ventured to Collegetown to take part in the ritual known city-wide as “sake bombing.” I haven’t taken part in this sacred art since the pre-carding days of Miyakes we so fondly recall from freshman year.

Basically, what you do is pour a few ounces from a 22oz. Sapporo into a mug. You pour some sake into a shot glass, balance that on top of the mug, slam the table so it falls, and chug it down.

...as such

...as such

Back in the fall of 2006, when I was a relative lightweight, one order would get me drunk. But this past weekend, I got a buzz, if that. And I noticed that prices were much higher than I recall from a few years back. $9.95 for some beer and sake? Never again.
So I introduce to you, the American Bomb.

What you’ve got to do, when going sake bombing, is go prepared. This means a backpack filled with beers and liquor. What works for me, is a few tall boys of Natty Light, and a flask full o’ scotch.

Once you’ve done all your sake bombs and your table is a mess, you get American on their Japanese asses.

Fill yer mug with the Natty, put your scotch in the shot glass, and slam it down.

Bombs never tasted so good, or so American.

think about it.

17kreider.gray.480Some of the best writing comes in the rarest of forms. And since the blog-o-sphere is overlooked by so many, I figured that I would point something out to you.

Since my home is the Op-Ed page, my main man is the Op-Ed blogs. After discovering a favorite at the end of it’s run (it was whatever an “experimental blog” is…running for only a few months.) It was called “Proof” and it was American writers who wrote about (sometimes their own) problems with alcohol and alcoholism in America ( and American writing). Fascinating to me, I was sad to see it go. But check out that link.

Happy Days is yet another favorite of mine. Out of all the blogs, I send this one to people the most. It usually has the most inspiring words of wisdom, for lack of a better phrase, and again- it proves me right. The most recent writing on this one is about comparing yourself to peers to gauge happiness. It is inspiring to read because it makes you aware of your own jealousies, wants and realities. I mean, we all do it. Comparing yourself to a peer comes with the first time a test is returned to you in grade school, to personal fitness, knowledge, family interactions, rules, clothes, money, beings, all of it. Mostly, it is something that we do without even thinking about it- a natural human occurrence. I have never read something that made me so aware of other people’s comparisons before. This piece makes me want to take a personal self action to better myself for me, not for the benefit of others.

So while you read this (and take in the almost inappropriately hilarious wit and writing) think about what this means for you.

beautiful photographs, personal rants and swine flu

Please feel free to use this website for whatever personal interest you may have. Mine is clearly the 60s – and I know that I can never find a great photographic print of Timothy Leary (see previous post) but one day it will happen. After textual conversations with my fellow sixties friend and motivation of my own, my obsession with finding this photography led to me finding the corbis archival website. And I think it might be true love.

The story goes as I might have the swine (not really), maybe a cold, or whatever it is that makes my body ache and nose run. Yesterday it was much worse. So I think I’m already progressing upwards- which is grand. After returning home from work, I have not left my bedroom floor since. The internet is pretty much my medium of choice, clearly, and I’m afraid I’m a full on junkie.

More on the sixties-. After meeting with a professor about a semester research project (that I hope many of you participate in) she brought to light for me what I can study in graduate school. I’ve always dreamt of being a historian, but I’m not sure I have the patience for academic jargon. I’ve never had the patience for it, actually- who knows how I’ve gotten this far. But I would strive hard for this one: graduate school for sociology or public (health) policy. I’d then be moving in the direction of becoming a social historian of drug use in America and could possibly become an advocate for drug education in American high schools (and elementary schools, if you can count D.A.R.E.). I know this involves article writing, GRE-test taking, math learning for the previous and everything in between. But if I take even more of her advice and take time off and really grab a hold on something I want, I might be able to make it happen. (Thoughts?)

See, I clearly have the swine: hence the ramble. No one is feeling well on this campus. Sacrificing a night of live jazz trio Marco Benevento was the best choice. I cannot wait to go to bed. But I think before that happens I will spend more time listening to Bobby Dylan and reviewing archival photographs. Count it. Do this.

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Jerkin’ Around

The Public Safety incident log is climbing the ranks of being the highlight of my week.

We’ve got towers residents looting alcohol, people getting judicially referred for “burning a paper cup,” and now this:

PUBLIC LEWDNESS

LOCATION: Gannett Center

SUMMARY: Caller reported an unknown person was masturbating in public. Friend-Caught-Jerking-Off-In-Bathroom-On-PSP-1416Investigation pending.

…Where do I start?

Ithaca College offers many luxuries to students. One of these is high-speed internet. This is something to take advantage of – especially if your technologically deficient parents had slow internet at home. Watching porn on the platinum connection means you can nearly smell the sex.

Unless you live in a triple, like so many freshman have been forced into due to the unprecedentedly large class. It’s hard enough to predict your roommates schedule even if you live in a double, but to figure out the logistics of two roommates’ schedules could pose a problem.

Which would bring me to the next option: Get a girlfriend. This is college. Girls are loose, the alcohol is flowing, and the sex is (should be) rampant. Get some!

No need to jerk your nut in the library! Where did this happen anyways? Fifth floor? Did he finish?

The Incident Log is too concise for my desire to know the whole story.

Unless this kid has a public masturbation fetish, I see no excuse. Jerkoff.

self loathing

David Brooks is one of the Op-Ed Columnists of the NYTimes. After devoting one of his pieces to the reported conclusions of Columbine, Brooks got the first and only media interview with two of the parents of the killers: Tom and Sue Klebold- their son, Dylan Klebold, was one of the murderers. (This summer I read Columbine. And I will say it is one of the most remarkable books I’ve ever read. Since our generation was so young when this happened, I think 11, it clears up a lot of rumors and myths about what really happened. If you have the stomach for it, I highly recommend it.)

And for most of you who know me well know that I love the NYTimes- and know that I love the NYTimes Op-Ed page more than anything else. Now is the beginning of me posting the best of articles. As dubbed by my dad as “must read column of the year” I couldn’t agree more. Please check it out. With lines like “Today, immodesty is as ubiquitous as advertising…” you can only want to read more.

fall in love, all over again

geniuses

geniuses

My love for the Coen Brothers continues to skyrocket. I just came across the trailer for their newest film that is being well received at the Toronto Film Festival, “A Serious Man.”

When they won their Academy Award for Best Director(s) for “No Country for Old Men”, it was the first time a duo had pulled that off since 1961 (West Side Story’s Jerome Robbins and Robert Wise).

Their films are so dark, intelligent and humorous.  I think they have something here. Check out the trailer- yet another example of ground breaking audio editing and work. I think they are two of the greatest storytellers of our generation: please do not over look  or underestimate them.