"Dedicated ut Reputo , Imbibo , Partum quod Bacca Hilaris" Dedicated to Thinking, Drinking, Creating and Being Merry! "Nos Puto in Lunctum per Varietas" We believe in Unity through Diversity!
Monday, December 31, 2007
All Things Are Made New
Cheerio,
Sir Hook of Warrick
Sunday, December 30, 2007
The 5th Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me...BEER!
Saturday, December 29, 2007
I Want to Rock All NIght Long!
Cheerio
Sir Hook of Warrick
Friday, December 28, 2007
A Knights Prayer
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The Battle Within, The Battle Comes Out
First and foremost, the Knight of Moleskine, Spirit and Ale is a Warrior. There are many ways to manifest the Warrior within, where most of the scariest battles occur. This humble Knight turns to the Spirit for his source of strength within, which oftentimes manifests itself through my Moleskine in written words, doddle's, poems, etc. While it remains true that the pen in the hands of a strong person is mightier than the sword, it is also true as Confucius says, "Never give a sword to someone who can't dance." That saying can be taken in many ways. I prefer to think about it this way. If a warrior can't dance, he can't move to win the fight. If he can't dance, he can't express the joy in life and becomes dead inside and out. If he can't dance, he is given to despair, envy and hatred, neither which are the traits of an effective warrior. The truth of life is that even the best warriors will lose a battle, but that doesn't mean you have to lose the war. What is your war today? Which battlefield occupies your mind and your soul? Face it square on and victory will be yours! Run from it, and you'll just have to fight it again, and again, and again, always from a weaker position. The fact of life is that you will win and lose many battles, gain and lose many fortunes, love and lose many people close to you; however, only you can decide how this will effect the ultimate outcome of your personal war. As the Bible says, "I set before you life and death. Choose life." Remember, it's only yours to choose, not God, not your lover, not your friend, not your parents, it's only your choice! Choose wisely and remember to always think, drink and be merry!
Sir Hook of Warrick
P.S. This column is dedicated to two young and outstanding members who just joined us last night. Getting ready for a career and physical move and a wedding, there will be many fine battles to come for this incredible couple. Please join me in welcoming and toasting their wedding in May: Sir Craig of Maxwell and Lady Ulla of Crossbow. May God Bless Them!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Of course the first rule of Knight Club is you don't talk about Knight Club, but Hey, I thought I'd wish all the Knights and Ladies of KMSA a Happy Winter Solstice and New Year, and a special thanks to Sir Hook and Sir Bowie for their hard work in actually bringing to fruition, what was once a boozy, half-baked idea floating around in the bottom of a beer glass in a rowdy McGrath's bar in Harrisburg in 2006. Being an artist much practiced in the knowledge of Celtic and Medieval design it has been most gratifying to be able to lend a hand to this fine Round Table of Fellows and Ladies, in giving it color ( US spelling ) and keeping an eye on any wayward authenticity of medieval facts, when they are being wrassled to the blog by our esteemed founders, who think anything before 1776 just comes under the US heading of "Old" and "very Old". The ensuing Daily Blog, including wonderful parts of American history hitherto unknown by me, has been an education for me too... so to say thanks to our most accomplished of Booze-hounds, I bring to you a reworked drawing of an old Latin Blessing : Pax Intrantibus, Salus Exeuntibus, Benedicto Habibtibus, ( Peace to those Entering....Health to those leaving and Blessing to those within,) in the Celtic Fashion, and wish you all an Exciting MMVIII
Remember, The Message is in the Bottle,
Sir Dayvd of Oxfordshire
Feast of Stephen
St. Stephen's Day honors the first Christian martyr, stoned to death shortly after the Crucifixion. St. Stephen's Day is a national holiday in Ireland, but the celebrations have little connection to the Saint. In Ireland, St. Stephen's Day is the day for "Hunting the Wren" or "Going on the Wren." Originally, groups of small boys would hunt for a wren, and then chase the bird until they either caught it or it died from exhaustion. The dead bird was tied to the top of a pole or holly bush, which was decorated with ribbons or colored paper. Early in the morning of St. Stephen's Day, the wren was carried from house to house by the boys, who wore straw masks or blackened their faces with burnt cork, and dressed in old clothes (often women's dresses.) At each house, the boys sing the Wren Boys' song. There are many versions and variations of this song, including the following:
The wren, the wren, the king of all birds,Sometimes those who gave money were given a feather from the wren for good luck. The money collected by the Wren Boys was used to hold a dance for the whole village.
On St. Stephen's Day was caught in the furze,
Although he is little, his family is great,
I pray you, good landlady, give us a treat.My box would speak, if it had but a tongue,
And two or three shillings, would do it not wrong,
Sing holly, sing ivy--sing ivy, sing holly,
A drop just to drink, it would drown melancholy.And if you draw it of the best,
I hope in heaven your soul will rest;
But if you draw it of the small,
It won't agree with these wren boys at all.
There are different legends about the origin of this custom. One is that St. Stephen, hiding from his enemies in a bush, was betrayed by a chattering wren. The wren, like St. Stephen, should be hunted down and stoned to death. Another legend holds that during the Viking raids of the 700's, Irish soldiers were betrayed by a wren as they were sneaking up on a Viking camp in the dead of night. A wren began to eat breadcrumbs left on the head of a drum, and the rat-a-tat-tat of its beak woke the drummer, who sounded the alarm and woke the camp, leading to the defeat of the Irish soldiers and the continuing persecution of the wren.
The pursuit and capture of the wren is also related to the pagan custom of sacrificing a sacred symbol at year's end. In contrast to the legends of the wren as betrayer, the wren has also been revered in Ireland as the "king of the birds." An Irish folktale tells of a contest held among birds to see which could fly the highest and should be accorded this title. The eagle soared higher than any other bird, but lost the contest when a clever wren, who had been hiding on the back of the eagle, flew off the eagle and soared higher in the sky.
The custom of going on the wren fell into disfavor around the turn of the century, and died out completely in most parts of Ireland, but has been revived throughout much of the country. Wrens are no longer killed-- an artificial wren may be used, or a real wren may be carried about in a cage.The "Wren Boys" now include girls, and adults often accompany the young people. Folk costumes and traditional music and dancing are often part of going on the wren, and the money collected is often used for community or school projects.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but a wren will get you stoned! Keep your bird in a bush. Life is much happier when the bird sings in private!Cheers,
Sir Hook
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
I would like to nominate a very special person for Knighthood: Sir Francis of Church (a.k.a. Frank Church). Who is Frank Church? Well, 110 years ago Mr. Church was an editor for a now defunct New York Sun when across his desk appeared a letter from a little girl.
Dear Editor—
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O’Hanlon
Sir Francis of Church knew that he had to answer the question and answer it truthfully. So, he took out is Moleskine (okay, I made that part up, but he did take pen to paper) and wrote the most famous editorial ever written:
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
(edited)
...but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
End
From an internet so Virginia O’Hanlon went on to graduate from Hunter College with a Bachelor of Arts degree at age 21. The following year she received her Master’s from Columbia, and in 1912 she began teaching in the New York City school system, later becoming a principal. Virginia O’Hanlon Douglas died on May 13, 1971, at the age of 81, in a nursing home in Valatie, N.Y.
Thank you Sir Francis of Church. And to all Knights of MSA, may this day have you writing about creating love, peace, happiness, and joy.
Merry Christmas,
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
What Child is This?
The most popular question today is either; "When will we open our presents?" or, "What time do the stores open tomorrow?" A more important question comes from deep inside us all. What child is this? Who is this child that lives within my heart? Who is this child that brings the meaning of Christmas alive every 25th of December? Who is this child to the Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, Hindu and other Spiritual Seeker's world? So, this Christmas do as all good Ladies and Knights of Moleskine, Spirit and Ale do. Open your favorite beverage and take a journey to visit this child within us all, give him a big hug and thank him for still bringing a smile to your face after, in my case, fifty years of looking forward to seeing and being the Christmas Child!
Peace to All!
Sir Hook of Warrick
Monday, December 24, 2007
We Three Knights
The famous American carol We three Kings of Orient are was written in 1857 by Rev. John Henry Hopkins. The minister is reputed to have written the carol We three Kings of Orient are for the General Theological Seminary in New York City as part of their Christmas pageant. The lyrics of We three Kings of Orient are are extremely traditional which makes the latter day fashion of referring to the carol as We 3 Kings of Orient are quite bizarre! Speaking of bizarre, here's our official rendition of this traditional carol:
We three Knights of MSA are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Moleskine reading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy Perfect Light
Born a Knight on a Pub Tour plane
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to rein
O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Moleskine reading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light
Frankness to offer have I
Insisting that the author have eyes
Pray'r and praising, all men raising
Worship Him, God most high
O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Moleskine reading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes of life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Moleskine reading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light
Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to heav'n replies
O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Moleskine reading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light
Merry Christmas!
Sir Hook of Warrick
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Stille Nacht
There are a lot of myths associated with this song / poem.
One legend I read states that the organ in Father Josef Mohr's church was broken one Christmas Eve. So Father Josef whipped out his trusty journal and (together with his friend, Franz Gruber) wrote this new tune for the service that night and played it on his guitar for his congregation.
Like I said, there are a lot of myths surrounding this most famous hymn. But, there is hope for seekers of Truth: The Silent Night Association.
According to their web site, the association “is a non-profit organization based in Austria and open to all interested people around the world. The purpose of the Society is to further the research into all aspects of the history surrounding the Christmas carol "Silent Night! Holy Night!", as well as to promote the awareness and use of authentic versions of the song.“
SOME OF THEIR FACTS:
1816
Joseph Mohr creates the text to "Silent Night!" in the form of a poem in Mariapfarr in the Lungau region where he was living at the time.
1818
In the schoolhouse of Arnsdorf, on Christmas Eve, Franz Xaver Gruber composes a melody to fit the text.
1818
"Silent Night! Holy Night!" has its world premiere on Christmas Eve in the St. Nicholas church of Oberndorf near Salzburg, performed by Franz Xaver Gruber and Joseph Mohr.
Another source also states that in 1914
The song was sung simultaneously in English and German by troops during the Christmas truce of 1914, as it was one of the few carols that soldiers on both sides of the front line knew
You can learn more and check out the original lyrics at http://www.stillenacht.at/en/index.asp
Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Great Communicator
Peace,
Sir Hook
P.S. In the Spirit of Openness, No Negative Comments will be Taken!
Friday, December 21, 2007
My Christmas Wish To You
I know that you are busy
And running out of time
Christmas is fast approaching
I can hear the church bells chime
As I write this note to you
Thinking of all the times we had together
And the times we never knew
A mountain of gifts and toys
But mostly abundant Love
Peace, Happiness, and Joy
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
From Sir Bowie of Greenbriar, your friend
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Knights Invade a Pub Near You
Last night Sir Hook, Lady Allwinky, Sir Bowie and Lady Suzanne invaded the Sacred Founding Place, Old Chicago. Besides a night of merriment, good beer, good food and good company, we also unveiled the Knights of Moleskine, Spirit and Ale Coaster. Our Coat of Arms on both sides, the web blog address on one side and the Motto on the other side, it is an awesome and inspirational site. Not to mention that it absorbs a good beer and remains sturdy, non-smeared and reusable, just like a good Knight of Moleskine, Spirit and Ale should be! So beware! The Knights are on the quest to spread their philosophy of good cheer throughout the world!
Cheers,
Sir Hook of Warrick
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Are Your Thirsty?
The Knight of Moleskine,Spirit and Ale always thirsts. Sometimes it's a thirst for a very fine beer. Sometimes it's a thirst for a deeper knowledge of himself or those around him. Sometimes it's a thirst to share his knowledge, his spirit with those he encounters. And then there are the times we thirst for God. If you find yourself thirsty for God, get away to a quiet place and meditate on this mystery. You'll find yourself full beyond measure if you can hear through the silence the loud voice of God speaking to your soul. Of course, a good man made spirit can help set the mood too. Here is a poem I wrote in my Moleskine while meditating on the image above at my recent Jesuit retreat weekend:
The evergreen pierces the snow
Like new life piercing my soul
Reaching upward through a frozen mantle
Glistening white in the new day sun
That which clings to me melts away
Dropping burdens that merge with the river of my soul
Flowing...Ever Flowing
Evergreen, like new life piercing the unknown
I embrace this day
In Gratitude
Travel well!
Sir Hook
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Toast a Pilgrim Day!
On December 18, 1620, passengers on the British ship Mayflower come ashore at modern-day
The famous Mayflower story began in 1606, when a group of reform-minded Puritans in
A shortage of beer!
An entry in the diary of a Mayflower passenger explains the unplanned landing at Plymouth Rock: "We could not now take time for further search...our victuals being much spent, especially our beer..."
Thank goodness! That may have been the last time
So, today we toast the so-called Pilgrims. After all, you can’t Think, Drink, and Be Merry if you run out of beer!
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Random Thoughts
Sir Hook,
Here is something you may be able to use.
It doesn't make any difference if you are keeping a
journal for professional or personal use, this quote
from Leonard F. Lathrop," The Farmer's Library" is as
applicable now as it was in 1826!
"For want of records, much useful information is
continually lost. Though many individuals have
derived advantages from experiments, but few have
recorded them. Even those who make experiments are
liable to forget them, so as to give incorrect
representations of them when they attempt to relate
them."
From the last part of the quote, I think that is where
the saying "no use ruining a good story telling it"
might have come from!
Sir Richard of Windsor
Monday, December 17, 2007
The Wright Stuff
Life Changing Retreat
Just got back from the Whitehouse Retreat! Had a few bottles of wine, a lot of Spirit and wrote in my Moleskine until my pen dropped! What a life changing expereice! Merry Christmas Knights and Ladies! Check out the web address below!
Sir Hook "the Elf" of Warrick
http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1482956578
Sunday, December 16, 2007
33rd Annual Christmas Ale
Every year since 1975 the brewers at Anchor Steam® Beer have brewed a distinctive and unique Christmas Ale, which is available from early November to mid-January. The Ale’s recipe is different every year—as is the tree on the label—but the intent with which they offer it remains the same: joy and celebration of the newness of life. Since ancient times, trees have symbolized the winter solstice when the earth, with its seasons, appears born anew.
Visit their web site and check out all 33 labels, along with a lot of other great information.
http://www.anchorbrewing.com/beers/christmasale.htm
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Most Famous Journal / Sketch Artist?
Back in Kansas City, Disney started working as an advertising cartoonist. He founded a company called Laugh-O-Gram with his older brother, Roy, but the company went bankrupt and the brothers left Kansas City for Hollywood with $40 and some art supplies. The brothers built a camera stand in their uncle's garage and started their company in the back of a Hollywood real estate office.
The rest, as they say, is history.
In addition to his films, his legend lives on through Disneyland, Walt Disney World, and EPCOT Center, and generations of children have experienced the joy and magic of The Happiest Place on Earth.
Walt Disney was 65 years old when he died on this date in 1966.
So, get out your journal or sketch book and dream. Tonight, toast ol' Walt and the joy and laughter that his “sketches” have given this world.
Thoughts. Words / Images. Action.
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Friday, December 14, 2007
Two other reasons to journal...
Could it be the world's most expensive children's book? The Harry Potter series may have come to an end, but its money-making capacity lives on: A collection of fairytales written by author J.K. Rowling has sold at auction for $4 million.
I recently finished Yes Man, by Danny Wallace – who seems to spend a lot of time journaling and drinking beer in pubs. It raises an interesting question-if you said "yes" to everything, would you be prepared to deal with the outcome? Too funny! Oh, the movie staring Jim Carrey is due out in '09.
See, good things do come from pups and journals – with the right spirit.
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Errant Knights Journey Part 3
Cheers,
Sir Hook
An Errant Knights Journey Part 2
So, Knights, go throttle a Old Speckle Hen!
Sir Hook
An Errant Knights Journey Part 1
Cheerio,
Sir Hook
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Doodle Therapy?
If you scan my Moleskine Journal you’ll see more than words; you’ll see scribbles, shapes, shadows, cross-hatch, figures in perspective (an attempt, anyway). Yes, I’m a doodler!
It’s amazing what happens when you face a blank page and doodle while discussing the next great idea or the meaning of life! I think it’s safe to say that some of the world’s greatest ideas were hatched this way – especially on bar napkins.
People even report that doodling is the perfect way to eliminate stress. They can feel their negative emotions drain from their body in the form of ink or graphite and flow on to paper. You can even use a rainbow of crayons or paints to color the doodles after you have done them. Oh, and remember that magical aroma of hope of a new box of crayons?
Open to blank page
Pen, pencil, marker, crayon…
Doodles, Hope, and Peace
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Terrific Tuesday
Enjoy Your Day...Always,
Sir Hook
Monday, December 10, 2007
Why Journal?
Sir Richard of Windsor shares why journaling is so important: "I am sure this is oft asked, and each of us at one time or another has asked themselves this question. Hopefully, this will be answered in the next few lines. I am the recipient of the most wonderful gifts one could ever hope to receive, for I am in possession ofmy Grandfather's journals (1860-1952) and my fathers journals (1908-2001) which have become some of thethings that I value the most in this life. Although neither is complete, they are enough to give me a glimpse into their daily life, and lets me know of many aspects of their lives that I had no idea about. What a gift! It has allowed me to view my heritage in a way which I had never thought of before. I not only have the journals, but the ledgers of their accounts over a long period of time. One entry of my Dad's that caught my eye, was that on the evening of 23 Oct. 26, they listened to the final game of the World Series over KOA in St. Louis between the New York Yankees and the St Louis Cardinals. The Yankees won! I had always thought KOA originated from Denver, obviously I was wrong. That short entry immediately brought to mind the Norman Rockwell painting on the cover of "The Saturday Evening Post" of the family gathered around the radio. What a treat. In summation, you may not think your accounts of everyday life are important, and I have had that feeling. Your journals are your footprints along the path of life. At some future point in time, your child, or your grandchild, or somebody else will joyfully retrace those footsteps and that path with you, linked arm in arm, and reveling in every step of the way! So, if you are keeping a journal, keep up the good work, and, if you are not, now is a great time to start. Your family will thank you one day, even if you are not here to hear!!!"
Sir Richard of Windsor
Ask not what your journal can do for you...
"The desire to know is natural to good men."
-- Leonardo da Vinci
Da Vince carried a notebook everywhere. He asked a lot of questions and filled at least 7,000 pages (known to exist) with ideas.
Did you know: In 1994, Bill Gates bought 18 sheets (of the 7,000 known to exist) for 30.8 million dollars.
Now, I can say with 99.9% certainty that no one will pay that much money for a few of my Moleskine pages; however, that's not going to stop me from dreaming and writing. Who knows, I may actually come up with a million dollar idea.
Oh, the attached image is a page of da Vince's notebook titled: Study of Human Features and a Knight.
Keep dreaming and writing,
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Sunday, December 9, 2007
How Are Your Stones Henged?
Embrace Grace,
Sir Hook of Warrick
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beer-Holder
Count your lambs, your blessings and your beauty!
Sir Hook
Friday, December 7, 2007
Rock N Roll Nashville
Other news: a new Knight, Sir James of Taylor (no not the singer, oh well). Sir James writes: "Sir James of Taylor was born a poor, naive lad in the rolling hills of Southern Indiana. The mean streets and going to university with Sir Bowie made him stronger and impaired his judgment somewhat. Now, he is forced to photograph half naked, beautiful women at times (along with other fine art. His work can be seen at www.philosophic-photo.com. Burden by this, he occasionally will have a stiff drink (versus beer) and write in one of his many journals." Welcome Sir James!
Sir Hook of Warrick
Pearl Harbor, Czar Nicholas II of Russia, Jeannette Rankin, John Lennon
At 7:55 a.m. Hawaii time (December 7, 1941), a Japanese dive bomber bearing the red symbol of the Rising Sun of Japan on its wings appeared out of the clouds above the island of Oahu. A swarm of 360 Japanese warplanes followed, descending on the U.S. naval base at Pearl Harbor in a ferocious assault. A total of 2,400 Americans were killed and 1,200 were wounded. Much of the U.S. Pacific fleet was rendered useless.
Hang with me here for a second...
2007 is a 100 year anniversary of a lesser known event: Czar Nicholas II of Russia called for international conferences specifically to discuss “the most effectual means” to “a real and durable peace.” 1907 saw the last of these Peace Conferences. Soon, WW I would leave 25 million soldiers and civilians dead, twice the tally for all the wars of 19th Europe. WW II would follow with around 60 million dead, followed by Korea, Vietnam, Africa, the Balkans, and the Middle East to name just a few.
Let's go back (forward) to December 8th, 1941. After that brief and forceful speech, President Roosevelt, asked Congress to approve a resolution recognizing the state of war between the United States and Japan. The Senate voted for war against Japan by 82 to 0, and the House of Representatives approved the resolution by a vote of 388 to 1. The sole dissenter was Representative Jeannette Rankin of Montana, a devout pacifist who had also cast a dissenting vote against the U.S. entrance into World War I (she is the first woman elected to the U.S. Congress, and the first woman elected to a national legislature in any western democracy).
On the night of December 8, 1980, I was sitting with my girlfriend (now wife) at The Duck Inn -- enjoying an ice cold scooner of Pabst Blue Ribbon -- when I learned that John Lennon, a former member of the Beatles, was shot and killed by an obsessed fan.
Moleskine Thoughts:
I may never have the opportunity to organize a world peace conference.
I may never be the sole dissenter to vote against my country entering into World War III.
I may never sing before millions of people, “All we are saying is give peace a chance.”
But, today I will recognize that I am at war with myself and with others and I can seek peace in my body, my relationships, my family, myself, and my world.
Think, Drink, and Be (peacefully) Merry.
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Cerevisaphiles Unite...through diversity!
What do you call a beer lover?
By Gregg Smith
The toughest task in beer writing is figuring out what to call the legions who enjoy beer. Specifically, how does one address that broad category sometimes called, for lack of a better name, beer lover. After all, doesn't that term seem rather simplistic? The title "Beer Lover" belies the sophistication of our drink.
Beer-a-phile and Brew-a-phile don't quite get there either. Surely there's a way to phrase this avocation to bestow a proper amount of dignity. Thus we are faced with turning to old reliable Latin. In this instance let's use the root word for beer - Cerevisia. With a little prodding and twisting we get Cerevisaphile.What better word to put in the lexicon (or argot) of beer. Can't you just see it in the dictionary? Cerevisaphile (Cer-a-vehs-a-file) 1.an aficionado of beers and ales, 2.a devotee to the decoction of barley infused with hops and fermented, 3.an imbiber of beer on the highest order, bordering on devotion, 4.one who pursues the very finest in malted beverages.
Now that's more like it, dignified, impressive, and worthy of an inquiry from the uninitiated. Yeah, Cerevisaphile. (end of article)
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
December 5: Prohibition Repeal Day!!!!! 21st Amendment
Really Think...Enjoy Your Drink...and Make Damn Sure You're Merry!
Cheers!
Sir Hook
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
A Knights of Moleskine, Spirit and Ale Christmas Blessing!
May the Blessings of the season come to each Knight
and Lady's castle.
"Thrice happy days In rural business passed. Blessed
winter nights when as the genial fire cheers the wide
hall his cordial family with soft domestic arts and
hours beguile... Sometimes, at eve, his neighbors
lift the latch and bless unbid his festal roof while
o'er the light repast and sprightly cups, they mix in
social joy, and through the maze of conversation,
trace whate'er amuses or improves the mind."
From " The Art of Improving Health" by John Armstrong
1838
Monday, December 3, 2007
Advent Day 2 the Tao & Our Spiritual Journey
One is revealing the source of spirituality as ancient as time itself. One died today at the age of 46 in 1552 after helping to found one of the greatest spiritual orders on earth, the Society of Jesus (Jesuits). We are talking about Jesus, Dr. Wayne Dyer and St. Francis Xavier. All spiritual masters and all unified to the source of all life through their diversity. May your search for a good thought, a good beer and a merry life be found inside of you already, and may your heart and mind always remain open!
Sir Hook
Thougts from the Tao
A foolish consistency is the product of little minds.
The more rules you make, the more rule breakers you create.
Stiffness is the companion of death. Flexibility is the companion of life.
Nobility is rooted in humility.
When your cup is full, stop pouring.
If you have only one prayer make it be “Thank You!”
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear has punishment. He who fears is not made perfect in love.
-1 John 4:18
When books are burned it only helps to enlighten the world.
-Emerson
Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it.
-Confucius
Sunday, December 2, 2007
A Knight's Tale?
Dublin Beer Bandit Raids Guinness
By SHAWN POGATCHNIKAssociated Press Writer
DUBLIN, Ireland — Irish police were hunting for a beer bandit who stole 450 full kegs from the Guinness brewery — the largest heist ever at Ireland's largest brewer.
National police said a lone man drove into the brewery — a Dublin landmark and top tourist attraction — on Wednesday and hitched his truck to a fully loaded trailer awaiting delivery to city pubs.
Diageo PLC, the beverage company that owns Guinness, said the brewery had never suffered such a large-scale theft before in its 248-year history.
Police said the raider took 180 kegs of Guinness stout, 180 kegs of U.S. lager Budweiser and 90 kegs of Danish beer Carlsberg. Guinness brews both of those foreign brands under license for sale in Ireland.
Each keg holds about 88 British-sized pints, the most common serving size in Ireland, equivalent to 20 ounces each. The total theft involves 39,600 pints with a retail value exceeding $235,000.
The Republic of Ireland, a country of 4.2 million, has more than 10,000 pubs and bars. The Guinness brewery in Dublin is the biggest supplier, producing more than 5 million kegs annually.
- - -Think, Drink, and be Merry -- but be honest, too.
Sir Bowie of Greenbriar
Advent Begins Today
In worchyp of hym that thus sprang
Of a virgine to redresse all wrong;
Nowell, nowelle.
- From an old English Chirstmas carol
Today is the first Sunday in Advent. A preparation day to make all things new. To look forward to the coming of the King and what truly lies within your very soul. May this Holy Season bring you inner peace and a sense of mission. May it also bring you much joy and celebration! Remember, life is good all the time, it's just up to us to make it so.Peace,
Sir Hook of Warrick
Pour forth - I cannot bless a life that does not act as a channel. My Spirit brooks no stagnation, not even in rest. Its Power must flow on. Pass on everything, every blessing. See how many you can bless each day.
--Two Listeners
Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.
-Confucius
In how many churches, by how many prophets, tell me, is man made sensible that he is an infinite Soul; that the earth and heavens are passing into his mind; that he is drinking forever the soul of God?
-Emerson
You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
-Psalm 16:11
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Limerick Meets Beaver Creek
Blessings!
Sir Hook of Warrick
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wells Cathedral
To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.
-Confucius
Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.
-Emerson
Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.
-Proverbs 16:18
Learn to shut yourself away in My Presence - and then, without speaking, you have those things you desire of Me, Strength - Power - Joy - Riches.
--Two Listeners
If you think you can do a thing or that you cannot do a thing, in either case you are right.
~ Henry Ford
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
-Romans 12:21
We ourselves are not an illusory part of Reality; rather are we Reality itself illusorily conceived. - Fingers Pointing Toward the Moon by Wei Wu Wei
Blessings & Cheers,
Sir Hook