Tag: Beer
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Looking for Immortality (but will Settle for a Cold Beer) at the Angkor Temples
During our three days of temple hopping in Siem Reap, we saw seven or eight temples in the Angkor complex and barely scratched the surface. No wonder I got templed out.
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Friday Links: Does This Blog Post Make My Butt Look Big (And/Or Shiny?) Edition
I was a bit light on posting this weekend. Mostly because I was transfixed by the comet landing. I just don’t get it. Why would anyone want to land on a comet? I don’t get space exploration in general. And don’t even get me started on this nonsense about commercial space travel. Or NASA funding.…
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Flying a Kite on a Balinese Beach is Basically Like Getting in a Time Machine
Meet Henri. Henri is a little something we picked up on the Nusa Dua beach in Bali. He’s basically a kite. But he’s oh so much more than that. Henri is actually a magic wand that takes you back to childhood. You literally cannot hold a kite and not be filled with wonder and joy…
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Links: Naked and Afraid of Sharks Edition
Hope everyone had a great weekend. My personal master-of-the-remote XFE and I certainly did. I suppose you heard that we’re having a heat wave up here in the Northeast, so we did the safe thing, and spent Sunday lying on the couch with a couple of pitchers of watermelon-mint-tequila-aqua-fresca watching the first four episodes of…
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Friday Linkage: Big Cats Find Love on Metro
Want to get even closer to the sweaty intern swaying next to you on the packed Blue line this summer? Now there’s a dating website for DC metro riders. Giving new meaning to “weekend track work.” (I have no idea what I was insinuating there. Doesn’t really work, does it? Look! Something shiny!) Speaking of…
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I’d Rather Be Having a Beer
I know, I know. This isn’t a real post. But work and life in general have been kicking my butt and it doesn’t appear that it’s going to let up until sometime in mid-May. Plus, it’s still freezing cold here in DC, which has put me in a very foul and non-chatty blogger mood. I…
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Tips for Parenting from a Beer Festival
I hate Father’s Day. And Mother’s Day. In fact, I hate any recognition holiday that celebrates traditional family structures. When you are born, you have a 50/50 chance of having at least one decent parent. My younger sister and I struck out completely. We got crap for parents, on both sides. Our dad peaced out…