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Boats Full Of Corpses Keep Washing Up In Japan
In the red brick building of the more than century-old Murree Brewery Co. in the Pakistani garrison city of Rawalpindi, staff process about 15,000 cans of beer an hour in the technically dry Islamic republic. Established in 1860 in the heights of the Western Himalayas to cater to demand from British soldiers during the colonial era, the brewery is the largest legal seller of booze in the country. On paper it sells to the less than 5 percent of the minority non-Muslim population. However, many Pakistanis also privately also enjoy an alcoholic tipple and manage to bypass the ban on sales to Muslims. However, Murree is starting to widen its range of soft drinks due to rising demand along with religious and legal pressure hindering its alcohol sales. The brewery has suffered in the past year from closures in southern Sindh province of the mostly hole-in-the-wall type off-licenses that sell its beers and spirits. The company cant expand globally since alcohol exports are banned. The widespread use of bootleggers selling illegal imports has also added to its struggles. “We are almost stagnant in our sales of liquor — the growth engine, the volume business we are getting is from non-alcoholic,” Chief Executive Officer Isphanyar Bhandara, 44, said in an interview at the brewery, where posters display Murrees products, including its single malt whiskey, tripled-distilled Russian vodka, Millennium brand beer. “In next three years, we plan to expand our production.” Difficult to MarketThe hope is that by increasing its soft drinks range, Murree will shelter itself from political and religious turmoil that has characterized Pakistans 70-year history. Just over half of Murrees revenues come from alcohol, compared with 90 percent eight years ago. Bhandara said his aim is to lower that to 10 percent eventually. “There is a huge potential,” said Zeeshan Afzal, research head at Karachi-based Insight Securities Pvt. Murree cant “focus on alcohol because they find it quite difficult to market or sell it openly.” Disposable income is estimated to have more than doubled since 201 in the South Asian nation of about 200 million people, according to market research group Euromonitor International, while Pakistans economy has also expanded at a pace of about 5 percent annually since 2013. Yet theres also doubts this strategy will work. Pakistans soft drink “market is flooded,” said Abdul Azeem, head of research at Karachi-based Spectrum Securities Pvt. “There are many other brands and products — it will be difficult.” Bars, NightclubsMurree is one of the oldest listed companies in the sub-continent, with it shares trading on the Calcutta Stock Exchange as early as 1902. Its now listed in Pakistan, gaining more than nine times its stock price in the past five years as revenues almost double, according to data compiled by Bloomberg. Bhandaras grandfather, from a Zoroastrian family, acquired the brewery in 1947 after Pakistans creation and partition from India following British rule. Back then Pakistan was a more legally liberal society. Many older Pakistanis tell wistfully of a past in which Karachi, the former capital and the nations biggest city, used to be home to numerous nightclubs, bars and casinos. In 1977 alcohol was banned for Muslims by the then Prime Minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto in an attempt to appease right-wing Islamists calling for his ousting. The move didnt work and Bhutto was removed in a military coup and eventually executed. The bans remain in place today. Nevertheless, Murree has managed to do more than just survive. A fan of antique cars, Bhandara, the third generation of his family running the brewer, owns 16 Mercedes Benz mostly classics with his oldest two-door 1964 sky blue convertible parked outside his office. Hes also an ethnic minority lawmaker in Prime Minister Nawaz Sharifs ruling political party. Gin SmugglersHowever, Murree has recently faced pressure. The brewers profits have declined 22 percent in the nine months through March after sales were temporarily suspended twice in southern Sindh province by its high court. The Supreme Court eventually overturned the bans. The brewery also has to compete with smuggled liquor, which many Pakistanis turn to in lieu of being able to buy booze legally. Bhandara estimates Pakistan imports at least 50 large shipping containers a month of illegal beverages, giving thirsty Pakistanis access to Diageo Plcs Johnnie Walker Black Label, Smirnoff Vodka and Gordons Gin. About half of the beer available in the market is smuggled while the rest is brewed by Murree. The brewery also faces security threats despite being opposite to the Chief of Army Staff Qamar Javed Bajwas official residence. A sign on a wall next to the factory warns that any uninvited visitors will be handed over to the security services. Lethal CombinationSome of the brewerys 2,200 staff members dont tell their family and friends who their employer is for fear of social exclusion and violent repercussions. With signs of rising intolerance toward minorities, Murrees future looks uncertain. Despite the majority of Pakistanis being “quite open-minded” the country suffers from a very vocal, but small extremist element, Bhandara said. “Its a very lethal combination, its a very dangerous combination,” he said. Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/24/in-prohibition-pakistan-colonial-brewer-plans-soft-drink-switch/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/in-prohibition-pakistan-colonial-brewer-plans-soft-drink-switch/
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The younger brother of Elon Musk, CEO of SpaceX and Tesla Motors, shares his same entrepreneurial spirit, but with a family of restaurants and a nonprofit to bring learning gardens to schools around the country It can be tricky for anyone being the younger sibling, but imagine what it must be like to be the younger brother of Elon Musk, a businessman habitually referred to as a real life Tony Stark. His reputation seems to get more outsized with each fresh headline. Just this week, the elder Musks company SpaceX filed paperwork asking for permission to use satellites to beam down Internet service from space. Meanwhile, his other high-profile company, Tesla, continues to make advances toward its ambition to make electric cars more ubiquitous. Then there is the fascination with colonizing Mars. Kimbal Musk, 42, is a year younger than Elon and a very successful businessman and entrepreneur in his own right. But he admits the pair, who grew up in Pretoria, South Africa before moving to Canada to study and then the US, have a slightly different take on the world of business: We have similar views [though] his are stratospheric, while mine are more in the ground. Food is a dominant theme in Kimbal Musks personal and business interests. He is a health-conscious chef, restaurant owner with his own sense of mission about subjects close to his heart: linking peoples food to their communities and tackling childhood obesity. In an interview with the Guardian he speaks about his hopes for his food projects – and the inspiration he gets from his brother. The younger Musk, in addition to his work as a philanthropist, investor and entrepreneur, is a board member at Tesla, SpaceX, the Anschutz Health and Wellness Center and Chipotle Mexican Grill. Ive always loved food, said Kimbal Musk, a co-founder of The Kitchen family of restaurants in Colorado and elsewhere, which make a point of sourcing from local farmers. Growing up, I cooked in the house, and when I cooked everyone would sit down and eat, and it was just kind of the way I connected with my family. I used to throw cooking parties in university. Everyone would come over sometimes youd just do a mac and cheese, but if you do that better than everyone else you can get people to come to you. Kimbal Musk is gregarious and charming; his brother is intense and technical. Kimbal made millions working at a startup with Elon, and invested in his brothers biggest dreams along the way – and he is no less dogged about chasing a few of his own. The differences between the things that give the brothers purpose are striking one Musk works to change the world through high-tech inventions, the other is most passionate about food, about teaching people to grow things and preparing meals that help people find a sense of community. Still, the younger Musk turns to a sports metaphor to explain how, different as they are, hes still learned plenty from his brother, whose business interests at times read like the pursuit of turning science fiction into reality. When you think about basketball, and you watch someone like Michael Jordan play basketball even if youre a baseball player, theres still a lot to learn from there, Musk said. I really think about him more as my brother, to be quite honest. Its kind of a tough question to answer, because hes been so core to my life that its hard to describe specific things. Elon clearly trusts his instincts, though, in light of the fact that, should he ever become incapacitated in some way, Kimbal is the SpaceX and Tesla trustee whod lead the task of figuring out what should happen with both companies. Meanwhile, Kimbal has plenty of his own interests to keep him busy. He co-founded The Kitchen family of restaurants in Boulder in 2004, along with Jen Lewin and Hugo Matheson. It has eight restaurant locations today in Colorado as well as an out-of-town location, in Chicago. In addition to plans to expand in Chicago and Colorado, three new locations are on the drawing board for Memphis over the next couple of years. The Kitchen actually refers to three related restaurant concepts. Theres The Kitchen, the organizations flagship community bistro, and The Kitchen Upstairs, a cocktail lounge with food prepared in a wood oven and artisan cocktails. Rounding out the list is The Kitchen Next Door, a community pub that serves things like burgers, salads, sandwiches, margaritas and beer. For its Colorado-area restaurants, The Kitchen claims to source $1 million worth of product from local providers. In the Greater Denver area, The Kitchen serves 17,000 guests per week on average. In 2011, Musk co-founded The Kitchen Community, a nonprofit that works to bring outdoor gardens Learning Gardens, as theyre called to schools around the country. Three years after its founding, the nonprofit had already built 200 such gardens in Chicago, Los Angeles and Colorado schools, reaching more than 120,000 children. Its a different world entirely from the more fast-paced tech scene in which he once worked with Elon. Their early partnership followed the younger Musks graduation from high school in Pretoria and decamping to Toronto to reconnect with his brother. Kimbal graduated from Queens College in 1995, the same year the brothers started the Web-based city guide platform Zip2, a venture which Compaq bought in 1999 for $307m. From there, the younger Musk began investing in tech companies, including Elons X.com, a payments venture eventually renamed as PayPal that eBay would snatch up for $1.5bn. The brothers worlds diverged when Elon decided after some of his early successes to stay in the Golden State, while Kimbal moved to New York City and enrolled at the French Culinary Institute. He was there in 2001 during the terrorist attacks of September 11 and spent six weeks cooking for firefighters at Ground Zero, a formative moment for him. My intent had been to go back to tech at some point, Musk said. Cooking for the firefighters, it was this just overwhelming sense of community that was created. Its impossible to describe how intense and awesome it was to see everyone doing that. It was simultaneously the best and worst thing that had ever happened to me to see 9/11 and be part of helping bring people together. Doing that every day for 10-12 hours a day, six days a week, my brain couldnt go back to tech. I determined right there and then to open a restaurant. He decided that it wouldnt be in New York, turned off somewhat by the intensity of the city. He instead traveled the country with his wife at the time and settled on Boulder, Colorado. After Musk co-founded The Kitchen, the organization hummed along steadily for a few years. Then came a ski accident in 2010 that Musk calls a near death experience, one that left him hospitalized for months and helped crystallize his thinking about what would come next for him. A restaurant, hed decided, could indeed be a positive force in its small corner of the world in things like the customers it touches, in the quality of ingredients it uses and in the care of preparation. But it couldnt really scale the ambition that drives so many entrepreneurs like the Musks, who crave big challenges, big wins. After the accident, Musk said, I sort of got a new lease on life. I said I now have every excuse in the world to do what I want. And you know what? Im going to work on food culture and help food become fun and part of peoples lives again. The traditional restaurant is more commercial-oriented. But I want community through food. That gave birth to his garden-focused nonprofit, which, when it comes to a new community, looks to plant 100 gardens at a time. The gardens are a combination play space and outdoor classroom that connect children to the process of growing food and give teachers an outlet for hands-on instruction. And The Kitchen Community raises $35,000 for each garden, a cost that includes everything from landscape design to site prep, while the finished garden can include things like internal irrigation, bench seating and curvilinear plant beds. A mix of foundations and individual donors funds The Kitchen Communitys efforts across the states where its placed gardens. Today The Kitchen Community has more than 225 Learning Gardens in schools across Colorado, Chicago, Los Angeles and Memphis. Tackling childhood obesity is a big motivation behind the gardens in schools. When I look at the problem of obesity, its a depressing problem. So how do you create a solution that delights people? We came up with this design – my ex-wife, who Im still friends with, she knows how to create something where you go, Im so glad this is here. I really want to have this in my school. I want to learn here. The gardens, this is a product that really delights people. In deciding where to take his garden concept next, geographically, Musk says the organization looks for cities that have foundations that can support a concept like this one. His team also looks at schools with districts amenable to the concept. Not surprisingly, the level of support from one city to the next varies. If youre in a town like Boulder, he points out, theres not much foundation support from a problem like childhood obesity because its not a place where the problem of obesity is especially acute. Meanwhile, gardens where children grow food while also learning about science, supporting local farmers and vendors, building operations that transform communities through food these are the among the things that occupy Musks mind, the things he wants to spend his money and time on. Innovation and purpose, to entrepreneurs like him, dont always have to involve gadgets and leaps in science sometimes it starts with a thing as mundane as the food we eat. For me, I like to think in terms of three months out and 50 years out, Musk said. Three months out is what to do now, 50 years out is what Id like to do before Im dead. If I look back and see specific communities where I made a difference using food, I will pass very peacefully. from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/23/kimbal-musk-takes-the-tech-entrepreneur-ethos-and-applies-it-to-food/ Show a group of people a randomly picked news article, and three personality types will emerge. Some ask themselves: “How does this affect me?” Others query: “What can I learn from this?” And then there’s a third group, which rarely wears pants and only wants to know: “What kind of horror movie would this be?” I’m firmly in that last group, and judging by how you clicked on this article, I’m guessing that so are you. So come — let’s grab a bunch of truly creepy news stories and give those stupid, rational types a sample of what the inside of our collective head looks like. 5Boats Full Of Corpses Keep Washing Up In Japan There are many horror plots you’d associate with Japan: creepy ghost girls, giant monsters, the lingering farts of long-gone otakus still haunting their apartment complexes. You wouldn’t necessarily include the classic “ghost ship” story in that list … which is why Japan, being Japan, has taken that trope and cranked it up to 11. Instead of the traditional version where a ship is found with its crew mysteriously missing (and may or may not make its finders disappear as well, thanks to the vengeful sea ghosts haunting it), the country has opted for a real-life version where mysterious boats full of decomposing and mutilated corpses keep washing up on the country’s shores. That’s insane. Even the most visceral of ghost ship-themed horror movies tend to start with an empty ship, singular. Here, we have a whole bunch, turning up with some alarming regularity, and complete with a ton of well-worn corpses to bring some extra gore to the tale. Is … is this going to be a zombie situation somewhere down the line? Is this how the whole “undead pirate” thing from Pirates Of The Caribbean would really play out? In the interest of accurate reporting, it should be mentioned that one of the boats has been connected to a unit of North Korea’s army, along with Kim Jong-un’s apparent insistence on fishing as a source of food and foreign income. So the leading boring theory is that these are North Korean ships, risking literal life and limb in order to catch a mackerel or six for the Great Leader. Wait, hold on. That’s … actually even more terrifying than a dark saltwater god stealing fishermen’s faces or whatever. Imagine that your entire lot in life is sailing notoriously stormy and awful seas in a barely equipped vessel, only for your crew to face the unspeakable horrors of the ocean. Maybe things get so bad that you end up with a Donner Party situation. Finally, after the inevitable gory climax, you wash up in a foreign land, where your badly decomposed mortal remains are collected and cremated by stoic Japanese coast guards who have at this point seen way too much of this shit to give a damn. Around Act Two of that story, having your soul eaten by a horde of ravenous ocean witches would probably be a welcome respite. 4A Company Had A Secret Nuclear Reactor For Decades Let’s say you’re a resident of Rochester, New York. You’re just minding your own business, pretending your city has famous people who are not Ryan Lochte and Kristen Wiig, when one day, your neighborhood is full of dudes in hazmat suits. Because a company next door had a goddamned secret nuclear reactor in their basement. But what kind of real-life Umbrella Corporation would go and pull a stunt like that … ? … K-Kodak? The photography company? What the fuck? shurik/Pixabay It’s hard for a corporate entity to seem sympathetic, but Kodak — a company most notorious for manufacturing film — is probably as close as it comes in an era where everyone has a camera in their cell phone. Finding out a firm like that has been gleefully playing with Fallout tech all along is like discovering that your sweet grandpa’s house has a secret dungeon for a 16-foot fuck doll constructed entirely out of rotting ham. Still, Kodak totally had a nuclear reactor. It was called “californium neutron flux multiplier,” and they started messing around with it in 1974. The company is quick to mention that the reactor was just a relatively small one, they were operating it remotely behind two feet of concrete, and they only used it for non-nefarious purposes such as testing chemicals for impurities. They might even point out that they themselves were, in fact, the ones who revealed that they had one in the first place. To all that I say: Poppycock. You know what kind of company just abruptly up and goes, “Hey, guys, did we ever tell you the story of this doom machine we’ve had in our basement for decades? We didn’t? Well, how about that, ha-ha!”? One that’s doing damage control, that’s what. I can imagine around least a dozen reasons for Kodak needing an unsanctioned, rarely mentioned nuclear reactor that was suddenly decommissioned in collaboration with the government in 2007. None of those reasons include the words “making photography shit better,” and absolutely all of them include the term “super mutant.” I’m calling it: They were totally running a nuclear-themed supervillain plot on the side, and something happened in 2007. Maybe their scientists finally managed to create a film that could capture future events, and were driven to homicidal insanity when every image persistently featured forests of flaming skeletons where trees should be. Or maybe, just maybe, they finally managed to recreate my favorite Masters Of The Universe failure Fearless Photog, who proceeded to tear through the facility like the Demogorgon in Stranger Things. Mattel 3Family Flees Their Dream House Because Of A Mysterious “Watcher” The “mysterious stalker in the shadows” trope is present in roughly 95 percent of all horror movies, but in real life, that particular plot device can usually be solved with a call to police, a restraining order, or a swift dropkick right in the dick. Which makes it all the more intriguing that in 2015, a creepy entity known as “The Watcher” actually managed to stalk a family out of their New Jersey home. And wait, it gets better — said home happened to look like this: There’s a reason our villain was called the Watcher and not, say, the Melon Baller Eyeball Collector — as befits the majesty of his preferred stalking grounds, he was all about psychological terror. The name of his particular game was threatening letters. And although that could technically put him in a “disgruntled dude who lost the bidding war” or “guy who really hates neighbors” category, he pushed his way into horror movie territory with his … peculiar methods. Here are some choice quotes from his messages: “The windows and doors allow me to watch you and track you as you move through the house. Who I am? I am the Watcher.” “Have they found out what is in the walls yet? In time they will.” Or, in reference to the family’s children: “I am pleased to know your names now, and the name of the young blood you have brought to me.” Hahahahaha! That’s awesome … ly, uh, awful for the family, that is. The letters kept coming, and as they included apt “young blood” references and hints that the writer actually did keep uncomfortably close tabs on the house and its renovations, the family was too afraid to make the house their home. In fact, they never dared to properly move in. What really makes this one for me is that as a horror movie, it’s clearly a sequel. Not only does the family heavily insinuate that the previous owners who sold the house to them were already all too aware of The Watcher, the Watcher himself started his campaign of terror (a mere three days after they bought the house in 2014) with a statement that his grandfather and father had watched the house before him, and it now fell on him to “wait for its second coming.” A real creepy, haunted-looking mansion where every owner is stalked by generations of unknown, hostile entities? Say that sentence out loud three times, and Wes Craven’s ghost will appear to high five you, because you just got yourself a horror franchise. 2A Family Finds The Walls Of Their House Are Filled With Animal Carcasses The Watcher may or may not have been hurling empty threats about “things in the walls,” but in Auburn, MA, one villain damn well delivered … a good 70-80 years in advance. In 2011, the Bretzius family bought a house. They were thorough in what they were looking for. They had it inspected, looked for radon, the whole nine yards. Everything went well, and they moved in … which is when the dead animals started coming out of the walls. In 2012, the family discovered to their horror that the walls were full of dead animals, spices, and assorted trinkets, all wrapped up in newspapers from 1930s and 1940s. Intrigued by the what-the-fuckedness of it all, they sent dozens of the carcasses and other finds to experts, who concluded that they likely had something to do with pow-wowing, a peculiar form of Amish folk magic where tricks like this were used to “heal” ailments. Personally, I call bullshit. It’s one thing to perform a little ceremony for health, like sacrificing a goat whenever you pass through a doorway for the first time (you guys do that too, right?). Stuffing all your walls full of death and spices is the work of a serial killer who wants to show the devil who the boss really is. With that logic, and in the context of Pennsylvania Dutch magic being at play here, I’m forced to assume that the house is haunted by buckriders — demons who ride flying goats from Satan’s flock. Have those guys ever featured in a horror movie? They’re about to! Still, before the spirits of Bokkenrijders inevitably rise and possess them, the residents of the house are a good example of how haunted houses really screw up a person’s life. Although they are on record for having been adequately “shocked, horrified, and disgusted” when they first found the terror-spell ingredients hiding in their walls, they are more concerned with the fact that this has forced them to do a buttload of expensive renovation their insurance company wants to hear nothing about, and the mold and terrifying smell of the animals has tainted the whole house. That, friend, is the true, mundane yet long-term, horror you’ll face the next time your ceiling starts weeping ectoplasm. 1Man Arrested For Smuggling Roasted Black-Magic Fetuses Wait, what? I’m … That’s … What? The Telegraph Gold leaf. Jesus. Look, creepy babies are generally a pretty safe course for any horror movie worth its salt. But it’s one thing to go full Rosemary’s Baby, and completely another to roast fetuses, cover them in gold, and waltz off to the airport with a bunch in your luggage while attempting to whistle innocuously. That’s not the plot of a horror movie — that’s what gets you kicked out of the villain treehouse for creeping out Pennywise The Clown. Even the fact that the guy probably didn’t personally make the horror babies like a good, old-fashioned maniac doesn’t help matters; instead, he bought them from someone else for $6,000 and intended to sell them for profit as black-magic good-luck charms known as kuman thong. Gilded. Roasted. Fetus. Black. Magic. Good luck charms. That someone out there is actively manufacturing for sale. You know what? Fuck it. I’m out. I hope you’re proud of yourself, fetus guy. You can’t be spun into a horror movie, because you already are something way, way creepier. In other circumstances, I might say that you won, but I think we can agree that we all lost something precious today. Now, who’s hogging the brain bleach? Pauli Poisuo is a Cracked columnist and freelance editor. Here he is on Facebook and Twitter. The proliferation of beer pong and craft beer may have you think that we’re living in one of the peak times to get drunk, but humans have been getting famously hammered for millennia. Like a frat house’s lawn after a kegger, history is littered with world changing events that were secretly powered by booze. The inaugural games of the Roman Coliseum, the drafting of the US Constitution and the Russian Revolution were all capped off by major parties that most attendees probably regretted in the morning. Join Jack O’Brien and Cracked staffers Carmen Angelica, Alex Schmidt, Michael Swaim, plus comedian Blake Wexler for a retelling of history’s biggest moments you didn’t realize everyone was drunk for. Get your tickets here:
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Nothing like putting down an icy cold beer. Except, of course, achieving a higher state of being and eventual transcendence of the Self through the practice of yoga. But what if you could do both, at the same time? Yes: Beer yoga is here. After being enjoyed by Berlin hipsters, it’s now found its way to Australian shoresa land where beer’s most definitely a religious practice, at least as much as yoga. And not in the best way. Germany’s BierYoga A.K.A BeerYoga bills itself as the “marriage of two great lovesbeer and yoga. Both are centuries-old therapies for mind, body and soul,” according to its website. And if you think they’re just being cute, think again. “BeerYoga is fun but it’s no joke,” founder and yogi Jhula writes. “We take the philosophies of yoga and pair it with the pleasure of beer-drinking to reach your highest level of consciousness.” But even Jhula wasn’t the first person to promote enlightenment through yoga under the influence of alcohol. The instructor told Ex Berliner they first saw it done at (American culture festival/desert apocalypse party shitshow) Burning Man. But wherever it came from, it’s definitely now a thing, and a thing being marketed unironically Down Under. Two special sessions of beer meets asana will take place in Sydney this weekend, where students can learn yoga poses involving “beer salutations” and balancing beer bottles on one’s headjust watch out for bottle smashes. The event page assures would-be attendees that no yoga experience is necessary. Just an “open mind and a love of beer.” And if you think that all this does nothing to curb binge-drinking and/or cheapens a legitimate and sadly oft-perverted spiritual practice, then you can just Namaste away. [h/t Broadsheet] BONUS: NBD, just a massive alligator out for a strollSource: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/22/beer-yoga-is-a-real-thing-now-because-of-course-it-is/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/beer-yoga-is-a-real-thing-now-because-of-course-it-is/ Here’s the thing about life hacks. Half the time, they’re the most inane bits of garbage ever. I don’t need a life hack to tell me how to evenly distribute my Tic Tacs or properly drink out of a can, because one, no one cares, and two, there’s really nothing that can be done for you if you can’t handle drinking out of vessels that were made for that purpose. But there are some hidden gems out there that you can actually incorporate into your real human life. Take these, for example. 1. Disinfect sponges in the microwave.If you’re broke and a majestic sight like this stack of sponges is financially out of reach, disinfect the disgusting one you already have by popping it in the microwave for a few minutes. When it comes to infectious disease, kill it with fire. (Just kidding. Please don’t let the sponge catch on fire.) 2. Remove deodorant with the spongey parts of your dry-cleaner hangers.Deodorant stains? Gross. Those weird bits of foam that come with hangers from the dry cleaner’s? Also gross. But as it turns out, you can combine these two bits of nastiness into something that’s decidedly not gross at all! Next time you ruin your favorite shirt with deodorant because black is the only color in your closet, rub the marks away with hanger foam. 3. Remove odors from clothing with vodka.If irony gives you your full life, refresh your liquor-ridden outfit from last night by popping some vodka in a spray bottle and dousing that nonsense. The stench of your regret will evaporate right along with it in the greatest example of poetic justice known to man. 4. Peel potatoes with boiling water.If using a standard peeler to slowly scrape off your knuckles makes you a sad potato, peel everyone’s favorite root vegetable with water instead. Boil a pot of water, let your spuds hang out in it for a little while, and then ruin their lives with a shocking ice bath. After they’ve survived that horror, you’ll be able peel their skin off with ease. 5. Slice bread easily and evenly every time.Instead of trying to break through the crusty top of homemade bread and crushing it in the process, flip that baby over and slice from the bottom. If you’re like me and proceed to inexplicably eat the bottom slice of bread on your sandwich faster than the top, the key is to stop being an idiot. More on that when I figure it out. 6. Let your blender clean itself.Have you ever tried to clean out your blender only to find that you’ve added your own blood and misery to the situation? Stop maiming yourself by popping dish soap and water inside the blender, turning it on, and basking in the fact that you seriously made it through 24 years of life before figuring that out. 7. Protect your kids’ hands (and your own) from sparklers with disposable cups.As a child, I always wondered why my fully grown adult relatives thought it’d be cool to hand sparking rods of pain to me and my siblings in the name of entertainment. By stringing sparklers through plastic cups, however, you can protect yourself and the ones you love from horror, shock, and dismay when Independence Day rolls around. 8. Add gelatin to homemade popsicles to avoid nasty messes.Kids love popsicles. Adults love popsicles. Adults who say they don’t love popsicles should not be trusted. What no one digs about these frozen treats is that they go from zero to sticky, gross, and alarmingly pigmented in two seconds flat. If you’re a blessing to this Earth and you make your own popsicles, try adding gelatin to the mix to slow down the melting process. Click here for the full recipe. 9. Ripen your own bananas to make banana bread whenever you want.The next time you want banana bread and find the yellow fruits staring back at you in all their unripened glory, show them who’s boss by placing them on a baking sheet and throwing them into a 300-degree oven until they’re shiny, brown, and defeated. 10. Make whipped cream in a mason jar.If the thought of cleaning those horrible hand-mixer attachments makes you want to swear off whipped cream forever, pour some heavy cream and confectioner’s sugar into a glass jar and shake it for about three minutes. See you never, mixer. 11. Use carabiners to tie your dog’s leash.Everyone knows that the best cafes are dog friendly, so if you find yourself knotting Fido’s leash into oblivion every time you sit down for a latte at your favorite joint, try fastening it with a carabiner instead. 12. Protect your pup’s feet from hot pavement with Vaseline.You don’t want to walk outside barefoot on hot summer days, and neither does your dog. If the pooch is decidedly against wearing sneakers, rub the pads of their paws with Vaseline, and bring some with you if you think you’ll be wandering around for a while. 13. Use buttons to organize stud earrings when you travel.For those of you who have also experienced the Kardashian-esque agony of losing a stud earring on vacation, this is the perfect trick. Keep them organized by popping them through button holes to make packing a breeze. Now stop crying. 14. Load up your taco like a professional person who loads up tacos.Even though someone came out with a taco that has a flat bottom after decades of cultural agony, you will still be confronted with regular taco shells from time to time. Stabilize the bottom of it with a fork and stuff it to your heart’s content. 15. Keep beer cool by freezing water in a plastic cup.Avoid turning your already watered-down Miller Lite into a further diluted mess by making a self-contained ice cube out of a plastic cup. Pop it in there and let it chill while you think of what else you could have purchased with the money you paid for that pitcher. 16. Never waste an ounce of your favorite sweet treat again by adding ice cream to the mix.You spent eight dollars on that Nutella, so use every last bit of it by throwing in some ice cream when you can no longer scrape the stuff onto toast. This can also be done with peanut butter and any other spread that brings joy back into your life. And there you have it, friends. Sixteen life hacks that you’ll actually use in 2016. Stop listening to anyone who tells you to take your sponge out of the microwave and to stop eating ice cream out of that Nutella jar. You don’t need that kind of negativity in your life. from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/16-brilliant-life-hacks-that-should-absolutely-follow-you-into-the-new-year/ The composer won a Pulitzer, collaborated with Kanye West, is about to debut new work in New York and is astonishing both the pop and classical music worlds Decades before Caroline Shaw won the Pulitzer prize for music or collaborated with Kanye West, she was lulled to sleep nightly by her fathers baffling piano playing. Hes a doctor and he loves music very much. He also has this totally delightful, not deliberate way of putting the metronome on and being completely out of sync with it, and just continuing on, says Shaw, 33, with a peal of laughter as we polish off pints of beer at a Brooklyn bistro. Its like this wonderful polyrhythm. I remember hearing him every night as a kid, sort of wanting to correct it, then drifting off with that sound in my mind. Today, Dr Shaw could brag about being an avant-garde influence on his daughter. The composer, singer and violinist is a breakout star of New Yorks contemporary classical scene, an inventive collagist whose work brings a new perspective to the human voice. She is a familiar performer at Carnegie Hall and the Metropolitan Museum of Art; her compositions have been snapped up by the Cincinnati Symphony andthe Guggenheim museum. On Thursday, the Brooklyn Youth Chorus will perform the world premiere of a new Shaw commission, So Quietly, at Jazz at Lincoln Center in New York. The tumultuous, almost entirely a capella piece is Shaws third original work for the group, and a venture of vocal acrobatics for the teenage singers; the song pivots on multiple melodic lines and shifting, ever-resolving harmonies, gliding from terse whispers into bright harmonic catharsis. At times, the teenage ensembles staggered, exaggerated breathing takes on a percussive quality; elsewhere, their staccato chirps ricochet around the room. One refrain cuts through the mlange, increasingly oaky and dynamic: a murmur of Ill just sit here so quietly, which morphs steadily into a roaring pledge to remain ever singing. With this piece, the composer had empowerment on her mind. Its about someone trying to say something and not being able to, and all the ways women or minorities say these words to try to get around the difficult conversations they really want to have, says Shaw, who grew up in Greenville, North Carolina and now lives in Hells Kitchen, Manhattan. Its also a way to set up the piece where somethings static, building, unsure, and then blossoms into something really joyful and harmonically interesting. Shaws mother, a Suzuki method violin instructor, taught her the instrument at age two; the precocious Brahms and Mozart enthusiast wrote her first string quartet in elementary school, then went on to study the instrument at Rice University and Yale University. After moving to New York in 2008, while eking out a living as an instrumental accompanist for music classes, she joined the progressive a capella ensemble Roomful of Teeth and began composing for them, delving into vocal nuances in the manner of Alvin Lucier and Laurie Anderson. One particularly intricate work took years: Partita for 8 Voices, a mercurial, deeply nontraditional abstract of tuneful sighs, mutters, whispers, throat singing, spoken word, and even the odd carnal gasp, with four movements titled after Baroque dances (Allemande, Sarabande, Courante and Passacaglia). By the time the piece was completed, Shaw had enrolled in PhD studies in composition at Princeton University; on a lark, she submitted Partitas score to the selection committee of the2013 Pulitzer prize. Then she won. It was so unexpected my friend saw it on Twitter and called me, says Shaw. At age 30, she became the youngest musician ever to claim the prize the physical representation of which she describes, a bit bashfully, as a certificate in a small glass thing, currently stuffed behind some paperwork in her office. Im very grateful for the opportunities Ive been given as a result. I also know there are so many other people whove written things just as qualified. It seems like a crapshoot, who gets this. The Pulitzer jolted Shaws career overnight; she was toasted in the New York Times, the Atlantic, even Vogue Italia. The pop crowd followed quickly, yieldingcollaborations withRichard Reed Parryof Arcade Fireand the National. Then, in 2014, at a Roomful of Teeth performance of Partita for 8 Voices in Los Angeles, Kanye West approached her backstage and requested her phone number but Shaw didnt leap initially at the chance to collaborate. One of his producers asked me if Id be interested on working on songs for a live show with an orchestra. I got the sense that maybe he wanted to ask me to be a composer and orchestrate something, and that wasnt something that was really interesting to me; theres a lot of people who do that, Shaw recalls. So I didnt do anything for a week or two, then I did a deep dive into [the West album] 808s and Heartbreak. Say You Will is the song that hit me most. Shaws remix of that track, released in October of last year, proved remarkable; she sang, played violin and arranged it, converting the originally spare, plaintive Autotuned ballad into a chattering, harmonically supple electro-orchestral swoon. It yielded a fruitful partnership; Shaw supported West onstage at the Democratic National Committee fundraiser that same month, and later joined him in the studio as he recorded his enigmatic seventh album, The Life of Pablo. Her spectral vocals appear on two tracks, Father Stretch My Hands Pt2 and Wolves. (The latter track also features Frank Ocean.) The original version of Say You Will does something with music that I love: the last two minutes of his song, nothing happens. Absolutely nothing, Shaw says gleefully. Thats something I love about Pablo, too: there are parts of that album where nothing happens. There were many people in the studio, and we were all doing cool stuff. But the decision for none of that happen, I think, is super beautiful. She and West are now working intermittently on another project, one kept under wraps. Shaws growing pop bona fides are only enhancing her classical compositions, says Limor Tomer,General Manager of the Metropolitan Museum of Arts MetLiveArts series. Shaw first performed at the Met in 2003, and has returned several times. Caroline is an incredibly unique voice. To me, she represents the future of music, says Tomer. Theres no threshold to entry for her work. You dont need to have a PhD in Ligeti to understand her language. It engages the heart. Dianne Berkun Menaker, founding artistic director of the Brooklyn Youth Chorus, is similarly enthusiastic about Shaws work. Caroline writes really complex things. She plays with the color of vowels, has really tight canonic figures, parts chasing each other and then shell mix in these glorious, starbust chords, says Menaker. Shes one of the most creative people writing right now. You never get the feeling that shes copying someone else or following some prescribed path. Shaw next premieres a new commission, Dont Let Me Be Lonely (inspired by Claudia Rankines book), with Roomful of Teethat the venerable Ojai music festival in California. When she returns to Manhattan, she has some 18 or 19 commissions to write, as well as continue work on her doctorate at Princeton. In July, she hopes to carve out the first steps of a new studio album, one that could fold in many new collaborators across pop and classical castes. (She has one fellow subversive at the top of her wish list: Annie Clark aka St Vincent.) Regardless of which musicians Shaw recruits, though, the pyrotechnics of the human voice will remain front and central in her creations. When I hear people speaking, it sounds like 100 different instruments coming out of their mouths, Shaw raves. You can use those colors in such a beautiful, beautiful way. Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/22/is-caroline-shaw-really-the-future-of-music/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/is-caroline-shaw-really-the-future-of-music/ Witnesses describe attack at music venue during which concertgoers taken hostage Like most Friday nights, especially those with a special event, the Bataclan nightclub and concert hall near Pariss Place de la République was heaving. More than 1,000 fans had gathered at this popular venue for a concert by California group Eagles of Death Metal. The band had been on the stage for an hour and the music was loud. Heavy metal loud. Not loud enough, however, to mask the sound of gunfire. Just before 10pm the newsflashes began reporting a series of gunfire outbursts in the French capital. The reports were brief and conveyed nothing of the unprecedented bloodbath unfolding in the French capital. In what appeared to be coordinated and almost simultaneous terrorist attacks, dozens of people were killed and dozens more injured. At midnight, police said several hundred concertgoers inside the Bataclan were being held hostage by an unknown number of gunmen. Outside there were bodies in the street. Paris had become a war zone. Just after midnight, French special forces launched an assault on the Bataclan in an attempt to free the hostages. There were bursts of gunfire and several explosions. At 1am, police announced the operation was over and three gunmen had been killed. French media reported that as many as 70 people had been killed inside the club. Earlier, a visibly shocked François Hollande had declared a state of emergency and announced France was closing its borders. Cest une horreur, the French president said. The words needed no translation or embellishment. It was a horror. He said French security forces were, as he spoke, carrying out an assault in an unspecified place, which was believed to be the Bataclan. As the police, emergency services, and military mobilised armoured vehicles, ambulances and helicopters, the heart of Paris was sealed off. Julien Pierce, a journalist from Europe 1 radio, was inside the club in the 11th arrondissement when the shooting started. I found myself inside the concert hall when several armed individuals burst in, in the middle of the concert, he reported. Two or three men, without masks, came in with Kalashnikov-type automatic weapons and began shooting blindly at the crowd … it lasted 10, 15 minutes. It was extremely violent and there was a wave of panic. Everyone was running in all directions towards the stage. It was a stampede and even I was trampled. I saw a lot of people hit by bullets. The gunmen had loads of time to reload at least three times. They werent masked, they knew what they were doing, they were very young. Pierce said the attackers had not said a word, but other witnesses spoke of hearing the gunmen shout: This is for Syria. Shortly before the attack on the Bataclan, a few hundred metres away, in the neighbouring 11th arrondisssement, at least two gunmen had marched down a popular street where the bars and cafes were packed with weekend revellers and opened fire on a busy bar and a Cambodian restaurant. We heard gunfire, 30 seconds of fire, it was interminable, we thought it was fireworks, said Pierre Montfort, who lives near rue Bichat, where the restaurant is located. Everyone was on the floor, no one moved, said another eyewitness who had been at the Petit Cambodge restaurant. A girl was carried by a young man in his arms. She appeared to be dead. Emilio Macchio, from Ravenna, Italy, was at the Carillon bar near the restaurant that was targeted, having a beer on the sidewalk, when the shooting started. He said he didnt see any gunmen or victims, but hid behind a corner, then ran away. It sounded like fireworks, he said. Television cameraman Charles Pitt said he was outside a cafe in the citys 11th arrondissement where people were shot at about 9.10pm. He told BBC News: I had just walked past the front of the cafe. Its a popular, typical French cafe. People were sitting outside. I had literally gone about 30 metres when, I thought it was a firecracker to start with, and then it went on and it got louder. It went on for a minute. Everybody dived for cover thinking it was gunfire. Then there was a pause for about 15 seconds and then it all started up again. Then it calmed down a bit and I walked back to the front of the cafe and there was a whole pile of bodies, probably about seven on the left-hand side and four that had been sitting on the tables outside on the right-hand side, and a lot of injured. I saw a woman who had obviously been shot in the leg. Then the police turned up. Now were about 75 metres away. A lot of fire brigade, a lot of police, a lot of army patrolling the streets. In the north of Paris, a series of explosions was reported at the Stade de France, where Hollande was watching a friendly football match with Germany. Later, police said a suicide bomber had blown himself up killing several people. In unconfirmed reports, spectators said there had been at least three explosions beforehand and grenades were thrown into the crowd. As confusion and panic erupted in the French capital, the death toll rose: first 16, then 25, 42 … possibly 60, 100 … maybe more. In truth, in the chaos of the immediate aftermath, it was impossible for anyone to know exactly how many had been gunned down. Outside the Bataclan, bodies lay in the street covered by sheets thrown from flats above. Inside, at least 20 concertgoers were believed to be being held hostage by the gunmen. Pierce managed to escape the building and reported seeing a dozen bodies on the ground in pools of blood, including a young girl who had been hit by two bullets. I carried her 50 metres to the emergency services. At the time Im speaking, terrorist attacks on an unprecedented scale are taking place in Paris. There are dozens of deaths. Its a horror, said a visibly shaken Hollande in a national address from the Elysée palace. France has been on high alert since joining the American-led campaign of air strikes against Islamic State in Iraq and Syria, but nobody imagined such a bloodbath in the city. Witnesses spoke of scenes straight out of a horror film. I never thought Id live to see the day that something so terrible, so indescribable would happen in Paris, Franck, a customer in a bar near the Bataclan told BFMTV. The French authorities announced that they had launched the unprecedented security alert Alpha Rouge, signalling that Paris was under multiple attack. City Hall advised Parisians to stay at home and five Métro lines that pass through the 10th and 11th arrondissements were halted. As the emergency services struggled to evacuate the dead and wounded, there were reports of further attacks in the capital, including Les Halles, the large central shopping area. from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/attack-at-pariss-bataclan-two-or-three-men-began-shooting-blindly-at-crowd/ It doesnt matter if youve been dating for two weeks or two years, Valentines Day is like sticking your relationship in a pressure cooker. On February 14, every relationship issue you have, had in the past or may have in the future willintensify. Here are three key areas where something can go disastrously, spectacularly wrong: 1. The GiftsWouldnt it be awesome if there were some magic formula that could tell you exactly what gift to get your SO? Alas, mathematicians have yet to come up with an equation for these delicate social problems. Thanks a lot, math. I knewI would never need to know algebra after high school; you have to navigate these tricky waters on your own. Heres just some of what can go wrong in the gift department: You spend $350 and three weeks finding front-row seats for his favorite band while he gets you a Bath and Body Works sampler (And not even withyour favorite scent). If one of you gives a thoughtful, personal, special gift and the other one gives a generic, last-minute fill-in (no, she will not appreciate an Amazon gift card in any amount), the rest of your Valentines Day is probably not going to wind up well. You get him a gold lam Speedo, Ben Wa Balls and a cock ring, while he gets you a Dyson cordless vacuum. This type of gift disconnect has several connotations, and none of them are awesome. Yours says, I want a piece of that hot ass. His says, Get your ass in the kitchen and clean my house. Or maybe yours means you think of him as an entertaining boy toy, while his says he thinks of you as wife material. You give her the limited-edition, designers collection Marie Antoinette pumps from Christian Louboutinyou finally scored on eBay for just north of a grand shes drooled over for years, while you get nothing at all. Hey, I bought you a nice dinner. What more do you want? Its not that you have to receive (or give) big gifts to show your love at Valentines Day. The hubs and I boycott V-Day pressies altogether because we have a hard enough time figuring out what to get each other for Christmas, and don’t want todo it all over again not even two months later. But, we still have a rockin romantic good time. But if youve been together for more than a few weeks andyoure under the impressionthat V-Day is the time to show your love in a very splashy way, ifyour SOdoes not, you will be sorely disappointed. 2. The DateAgain, were talking context here. On a normal date night, hopefully most of us are pretty happy with anywhere our date takes us, whether thats a fancy prix-fixe chefs table or the hottest new food truck in town. But not on Feb. 14. Right or wrong, Valentines Day can be the one night of the year when even the most low-maintenance and easygoing can overanalyze how much our SO cares about us, based on what kind of date he or she takes us on. What does it mean if you wind up at the Mexican dive bar down the street because every place else was booked solid? Or, was it thathe didnt care enough to make a reservation somewhere ahead of time? Did she take you to Applebees instead of somewhere more special because its what she can afford? Or was it because thats all she thinks youre worth? Why did he order himself a beer instead of a bottle of champagne for you to share? Does he think champagne is way too romantic for the way he feels about you, and hes afraid youll get the wrong idea? That doesnt even factor in the flower quandary: Did he bring you any?Are theyspecial-order or a generic bouquet picked up on the fly from a grocery store? Red roses, or *shudder* pink carnations?Seriously, carnations is the anti-Viagra of flowers. Its not that were judgy, materialistic or high-maintenance. Its just that all the commercials, ads and TV shows and movies leading up to V-Day showing picture-perfect romance can make even the least judgmental of us start to wonder:How does myrelationship measure up? 3. The State Of The UnionEven if youre a Valentines Day savant, the most careful plans can go totally off the rails, depending on where your relationship stands. What if youve been thinking of breaking up? Its not like you want to go all-out on gifts or dinner or flowers if you know youre about to pull the plug. That brings us to the age-old conundrum: Is it worse to dump someone right before V-Day or right after? What if you had a bad fight the night before, and youre still fuming over it? Its hard to create a romantic mood when all you can think about is how much youd like to stick your steak knife into his eyeball. And then theres the mother of all Valentines dilemmas: Will there be a ring?And it’s perhaps even more terrifying flip side: Oh f*ck, what if theres a ring? With emotions, tensions and expectations running high, Valentines Day can make or break your relationship solely based on where things stand between the two of you. Given every obstacle, challenge and potential catastrophe littering the Valentines Day landscape, if you’ve managed to have a romantic, sweet, sexy evening with the one you love, hang on to that sucker. Youve found a unicorn. Phoebe Fox is the author of the Breakup Doctor series (from Henery Press). Her latest book, “Heart Conditions”comes outFebruary 9. You can find her at phoebefoxauthor.comor on Twitter @PhoebeFoxAuthor. Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/22/3-ways-valentines-day-will-make-or-break-your-relationship/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/22/3-ways-valentines-day-will-make-or-break-your-relationship/ Danny Willetts Ryder Cup seems certain to become more difficult following his brothers article about USA fans, though the heckling was good-natured during practice The scorched-earth screed from the brother of Danny Willett eviscerating American fans on the eve of the Ryder Cup might not have caused a full-blown international incident but there is no question the Masters champion will face additional heat when the three-day competition gets under way on Friday at Hazeltine National Golf Club. Pete Willett, the English school teacher whose irreverent live commentary of his brothers April win at Augusta earned him a measure of notoriety, came under fire after writing a piece for nationalclubgolfer.com that refers to American fans as cretins and fat, stupid, greedy, classless, bastards. They need to silence the pudgy, basement-dwelling, irritants, stuffed on cookie dough and pissy beer, pausing between mouthfuls of hot dog so they can scream Baba booey until their jelly faces turn red. They need to stun the angry, unwashed, Make America Great Again swarm, desperately gripping their concealed-carry compensators and belting out a mini-erection inducing mashed potato, hoping to impress their cousin. They need to smash the obnoxious dads, with their shiny teeth, Lego man hair, medicated ex-wives, and resentful children. Squeezed into their cargo shorts and boating shoes, theyll bellow get in the hole whilst high-fiving all the other members of the Dentists Big Game Hunt Society. It came as little surprise when Willett emerged to the driving range on Thursday afternoon to light heckling from the American-heavy gallery, who peppered calls of Baba booey a reference to the radio presenter Howard Stern with such barbs as Hey Willett, want some of my jelly doughnuts? and How about a hot dog? The ribbing remained playful while Willett crushed one ball after another into the distance as American fans walking the grounds here were able to find the humour in the elder Willetts colourful rant a play on the unabashed jingoism that separates the Ryder Cup from all other events. I just think its hilarious, said Jake ONeill, 31, of nearby Eden Prairie, who wore trousers festooned with stars and stripes. That kind of nationalism, its part of what makes the Ryder Cup special. Theres nothing else like it in golf. Even less perturbed were the members of Davis Love IIIs USA team, so wrapped up in their preparations they gave no indication of paying the rant much mind. Ive only heard about, you know, a little bit of what he said, Dustin Johnson said. I havent seen it. But the US team, we havent really been talking about it. Patrick Reed is more than familiar with the acerbic side of Ryder Cup partisanship after earning the opposing fans wrath as a rookie when he raised his index finger to his lips to shush the rowdy Scottish crowd at Gleneagles two years ago. Its unfortunate that something was said, and not from actual Danny, Reed said. Everyone has said things that have either been great and have made comments that they havent really liked. Ive played now on the European Tour, so Ive gotten to know Danny a little bit and Ive gotten to know a lot of those guys. I heard the other day that his family was embarrassed, that they were thinking about flying home, because they are here this week. And you know, thats just to me, thats something that, that just cant happen. This is such an important and great event, that to me, yes, [his brother] might not have said some great things. But at the end of the day you have to be able to enjoy it. Any apprehension over frayed relations between the European and American camps seemed to be assuaged, at least temporarily, when Henrik Stenson called a heckler out to the 8th green and Rose offered him $100 if he could make the putt. When he sank it to roars from the crowd one of the feel-good moments of the day any lingering tensions felt resolved. Who can know what to expect when the first club is swung in anger on Friday. But if anything can be drawn from Willetts cold-blooded breakthrough at Augusta highlighted by that unforgettable chip on the 17th that all but sealed his first major championship it is that he is equipped to handle the burden. Perhaps the only question is whether the added distraction of having to apologise for golfs Roger Clinton will compromise his focus. What was said wasnt my writing and wasnt the teams writing or anything like that, Willett said. I spoke to Davis yesterday and he was happy to draw a line under it. And obviously, you know, its nothing that I mean or that Ive said. And I spoke to some of the American guys last night and they felt the same way. In an ideal world the fans would do the same thing and we wont let it tarnish the 41st Ryder Cup. Reed said: I hope the best for Danny and their family and hope they actually enjoy the week and that our fans dont just completely annihilate them. Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/06/21/danny-willetts-ryder-cup-made-harder-by-brothers-foolish-words/ from https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/06/21/danny-willetts-ryder-cup-made-harder-by-brothers-foolish-words/ |
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