Showing posts with label beer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beer. Show all posts

Saturday, March 2, 2013

BEER MYTHS at Menuism.com


Monday, August 13, 2012

TABC Changes What it Means to Be a Beer

TABC Changes What it Means to Be a Beer

 

 The Texas Tribune:

“Our alcohol beverage code has a lot of inconsistencies,” Van de Putte said.  
“The alcoholic beverage code did not keep up with the market and technology,” she added, although she pointed out that law changes in the 1990s benefited the Texas wine industry. “It’s all over the place. I think there are things that we need to clean up,” she said.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Growlers & Techie Talk

Ok, I've got my TRELLIX authentication handshake figured out and we're logged into the BBS featuring my stable of resources both obscene and divine - one Food & Beverage article from the NYTimes, ChatRoulette ( mentioned 1/9/10) makes media, and IPad howls (what, no FLASH - no CAM?!?)


NYTimes.com:
Growlers
— 64-ounce glass vessels that look like a moonshine jug — have become the beer accessory of the moment. And the jugs, filled at taps in bars and stores, are not just the toys of the bearded, flannel-shirt, beer-geek set.



Welcome to Chat Roulette. It's simple: The site pairs you with a random videochat partner. You can click "next" any time, or stay with your current pairing.

Then things start tripping into psychedelic performance-art territory. As a friend says, "It's the Internet. UNFILTERED." The big lure is basically seeing something strange--or doing something so strange that you blow your partner's mind.

You might see people in horrifying masks dancing around. Chinese users seem to love virtual high fives. One person's shtick is a puppet who makes like a caring psychotherapist and will sit with you for hours. A friend reports a man holding up a sign that said, "Assroll?"--and promptly rolling over backwards, naked. (Nudity is hard to avoid.)


PCMag.com:

Do We Need a Third Device? Seven Tests for the iPad





MacUser:

The iPad's five worst surprises