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Holiday Traditions, or: Its the Alien Turkey, Charlie Brown

Levi J. Lieb — Thu, 23 Dec 2010 20:34:27 +0000

With the holiday season now fully pressed upon us, and I switch to on-line shopping to avoid malls more than ever, its time to return to all of our time honored traditions.

Detox, or: Why I Hate First Dates

Levi J. Lieb — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 09:12:07 +0000

The late child actor Stanley Fafara known for playing Beaver Cleaver’s friend Whitey on Leave it to Beaver, who spent the last portion of his life in the Old Town slum of Portland, Oregon, said that he made the move to Portland from Los Angeles because it was a city catered towards drunks. “Instead of waking up in prison, I would find myself in a detox center with a free breakfast,” Fafara told the Oregonian newspaper in a 2002 interview not long before his death.

Drinking with Jackasses or: the Worst Shot of My Life

Levi J. Lieb — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 00:28:59 +0000

This last week I went to see my first 3D movie in a theater. Being a struggling screenwriter (we all are) I’ve always looked down on special effects and gimmicks in the film industry, and believe that a good story is all a film needs to stand on. So naturally, I’m also not a fan of reality TV, even though most of it is scripted now anyway and over-produced to the point that the lines of reality have all been pulled so it follows the will of the producers in charge. There is however, a special place in my heart for Jackass.

My Beer, My Hound Dog and Me, or: An Argument for Drinking Alone

Levi J. Lieb — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 15:50:38 +0000

Most people, especially those who visit a web site dedicated to beer, drink socially. For events as big as a wedding to as small as watching a college football match, to marking a friend’s return or a loved one’s passing, to celebrate passing a test and to forgetting about failing one for at least another day; beer serves us with a social lubricant to make any event seem a little better. I too subscribe to this and like my memories spiked.

Airport Drinking or How I Stopped Worrying

Levi J. Lieb — Wed, 22 Sep 2010 18:21:59 +0000

Currently in the middle of a backpack trip to Europe, I am writing this ithe downstairs bar of an 800-bed hostel in London, witnessing the evening’s crowd of international youth dwindle down, and drinking what should surely be my last cider of the night, cider not being my first choice of drink, but as they say, ‘when in Rome’, or in this case, England.

Brew Town – Portland, Oregon

Levi J. Lieb — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 23:00:00 +0000

Greetings from Portland, Oregon, the city from which, along with former figure skating angel, Tonya Harding, I have called my home for most of my life. This is the place that Kerouac called the land of bridges, whose nicknames vary from; the Rose City, Stump Town, P-town, Rip City, PDX, and which the former mayor dubbed ‘Brew Town’, a city that had double-digit unemployment long before it was popular, more strip joints per capita than anywhere else in the country (and most recently made news for the first ever vegan strip club), home to an active volcano within city-limits, soapbox derbies, and naked bike rides where attendance is in the thousands, and where at one point in history was the world capital of the white slave trade which according to various local legends, drunken citizens awoke to find themselves facing the decision of offering their services on a boat in the Pacific or a long swim home.