I can’t believe that June 28th was August Schell Brewing Company Day in Minnesota. How could I have missed it?
by Kevin Sweeney of the New Ulm Journal
6/28/06 NEW ULM — With blue skies providing a perfect setting for its pastoral scenery, the August Schell Brewery dedicated its new visitors center Wednesday with a Marti family reunion and ribbon cutting. About 35 members of the Marti family, ranging from 84-year-old George Olsen, a fourth-generation descendant of August Schell, to toddlers in the seventh generation, attended the dedication.
The new building wraps around the brewery’s old truck garage, which was converted several years ago into a brewing museum. It includes a gift shop upstairs, and a rathskeller, or taproom, on the lower level. A patio off the back of the building gives brewery visitors a peaceful place to sit, look off into the woods and listen to the birds while sipping a Schell’s product. Read on…
In recognition, I recommend one of my favorite beers, Schell’s Zommerfest
Hat tip to The Elder One of Fraters Libertas
Think twice before sending an email to a blogger. On a slow day or to suit his own purposes you just might end up as a blog post. Of course, when its Fraters Libertas who would complain!
I love Gnarls Barkley’s CD, St. Elsewhere, and the song, Crazy. It seems to have been around for many weeks, but is just now hit our local Top Ten radio station that my daughter likes to listen to. Good news is I will hear the song more often (like once an hour). Bad news is I will heard the song once an hour. I hate that when that happens.
Be sure to check out GnarlsBarkley.com and their MySpace journal. For a biography, check out Wikipedia. YouTube features several versions of their song, Crazy, including my favorite: the StarWars version (you’ve GOTTA watch it). You also might like the 70’s cartoon version. The soulful slow version is also very good.
Crazy
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Even your emotions had to let go
In so much space
And when you’re out there Without care, Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much.
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Probably.
And I hope that you are having the time of your life,
But think twice, that’s my only advice.
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul.
You really think your’e in control?
Well, I think you’re crazy,
I think you’re crazy,
I think you’re crazy,
Just like me.
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb,
And all I remember is thinking,
I want to be like them.
Ever since I was little,ever since I was little, it looked like fun
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come.
And I can die when I’m done.
Maybe I’m crazy,
Maybe you’re crazy,
Maybe we’re crazy.
Probably.
I am happy to announce the creation of a new blog, King Proehl, kept by someone I don’t really even know, except that we share an interest in two important things: the great music written by and/or sung by Taylor Hicks and Star Trek. Plus, ya gotta love a guy who has his own logo design. I’ve gotta get a Mac. Blog are made for Macs, it seems. Sure he’s a proud Democrat, but so are my father-in-law and husband. I’m a proud conservative, but I’m into building bridges these days…through whatever we might have in common. I’ve found that music is one great bridge. So in that spirit, please check out King Proehl and give him a great blogger’s hello!
A tempest in a very small teapot…
Preus, the knight, and Moldstad, the yeoman, are in conflict. Both are faithful pastors and good men. The traditions which they represent are unsatisfactory to the informed laity of the Evangelical Lutheran Synod. There are only two church battles that I know of this summer. The first involves the election of a new Episcopalian bishop, a woman. The other, a tempest in a very small teapot, involves my church body, the Evangelical Lutheran Synod.
~ Norman Teigen
Yes, the ELS is like a very small teapot. A few fancy her to be a teapot of perfection to be viewed in a museum, which is ridiculous, for it is a regular teapot to be used every day. It has imperfections like other teapots, but good tea is brewed in it. In fact, it is the goal of the teapot to brew only the best tea. I’d better stop now with the lame analogies and get on to my real purpose of this post.A old face in blogging, gone for a bit, has returned to the Confessional Lutheran Blogosphere! I am SO very happy to re-introduce my friend, one of my husband’s sports buddies and fellow King of Grace church member, Norman Teigen. His thoughts on the ELS, the Minnesota Twins and a variety of topics, can be found at Norman’s Demesne.
Norman is quite a wordsmith, a world traveler (read about his very recent trip to London), a classical music expert and a great photographer, too.
Norman makes it clear that his opinions are his own, but he has a unique perspective to ELS affairs as the son of the late Dr. Bjarne Teigen.
Be sure to read:
Who are these people that are contending in the ELS?
Question: How can I get posts from my blogroll (or my bloglines or technorati or something new) emailed to me? At work, Websense has been installed on our work intranet (national corporation) and has blocked ANYTHING with the word “blog” in it. I am not barred from reading emails and would like to read some posts during lunch by email. Any ideas?
One of my most profound music memories of my pre-teenage years is of listening to the soulful crooning of the Moody Blues on their Nights in White Satin album which was played over and over on the speakers of the ice rink of my youth: The Ice Center in Golden Valley, MN.
In the early 1970’s, I was a competitive figure skater and spent four hours a day at the rink. We ususally finished around 8pm and waiting in the wings were the dangerously rugged Minneapolis Junior A hockey players. There was a solid 5 year age difference between us older figure skaters and the youngest of the minor league hockey players. A few of the players had boyish good looks, but most had a hard-edged look to them. The figure-skating moms always hovered nearby to make sure we never came into direct contact with any of them. Still, a few of us lingered at the end of our free skate session, pretending to have to work on that last jump after the bad boys took the ice. They would begin their warm ups by skating around and they liked to play their music. They’d put on the Nights in White Satin album. Yes, it was THEIR album and not ours. Our mothers would never let us listen to such blatantly sexual music! No, no. So, a few of us lingered on the ice when the music started and as we skated around one last time, we shared ice time with the bad boys of hockey. Why do I call them the bad boys? Well, for one thing, the infamous Hanson/Carlson brothers were on the team. And my dad was their coach. And the movie, Slapshot, was based on a team very similar to theirs a year before or after.
I haven’t written for a few days. That’s probably because Kirby the dog has been Kirby the great black beast. We’ve been dealing with terrible behavior! Nipping non-stop, hyper in the evenings, hungry all the time and just general naughtiness! A 10 week old ball of flesh and fur has driven me to tears and anger more than once in the past week. HOWEVER, I think I’ve found some solutions and his behavior has improved some. Actually, a lot.
First, food. I don’t remember if I mentioned that we began making his own food due to his bout of vomiting and recovery from roundworms. The vet had me give him brown rice, chicken and chicken broth. I also added in cooked carrots. It was the first food he really showed interest in and the diet had such a remarkable effect on his well-being and appearance that I decided to continue the diet. To make sure he got all his nutrients, I added back in some dog food. Well, then we were back at square one - he doesn’t like dog food. He was hungry all the time. He’d tolerate the dog food in his beloved rice and chicken, but still ended up hungry. This was not helping his already difficult puppy behavior. I did some research and decided to try NutriSource Large Breed Puppy, based on our vet’s recommendation to try a large breed puppy formula. I don’t know if it was happiness or pre-menopause, but I bawled when he chowed down that first bowl. What a stupid load of worry off my mind! I didn’t even follow the practice of gradually switching him to the new food. He had only very minor loose stools in the sudden switch. I do still add a little whole milk to his food, but will phase that out. Also, I changed up his feeding schedule. He eats at 6am, noon, and then I split up his supper into two parts 5pm and 7pm. He eats 1 1/2 cups of dog food with a little milk in it. Splitting the supper into two parts was the vet’s idea to keep him more satisfied in the evening.
Second, sleep. It amazes me how someone who reads as voraciously as me remained clueless into the daily expectations of puppy life. I have found very little in books and online about how much my puppy should sleep. Finally, though. We have a schedule. He goes to bed around 10pm and wakes up just once to go outside. The sun is coming up by 5am right now in Minnesota, so I’m doing good just to get him to stay quiet until 6am. He goes outside for a little bit and then is ready for breakfast! After breakfast, I try to get him to relax a little while his breakfast digests and I attempt to get a little computer time in. At 7am we head out for our walk, stopping at Starbucks for a small mocha latte (me, not him). By 7:45am we are back; he heads to the kennel and I get ready for work. He sleeps until noon, eats lunch, plays a little and then goes back to sleep until 4pm. He plays some more and I feed him when I get home. For the first couple of weeks, I felt like I had to keep him up from 5pm to 10pm to make sure he slept well at night. My mom, who has raised four labs, suggested that I lay him down again around 6pm and walk him again at 8pm. This new schedules really helps in keeping him from getting so wound up at night.
Lastly, biting! He is finally responding to “no bite!”. Good thing, cuz that wasn’t earning him any points with our family. Smart move on his part.