“Hey Buddy, my eyes are up here.” When I wore this shirt every body stared at my chest. I like images of women and beer so I like beer shirts with women on them, but this one is too much for me. I don’t have enough personality to overcome this shirt. I prefer the classics, such as the turn of the century Olympia Beer ads that Olympia brought back in the 1970s. I remember my Grandma Lydia painted portraits of women in fancy hats that she had hanging in every room of her house. That feeling of nostalgia is probably why Olympia was my favorite beer back in the days of the cheap 12-pack.
(When Suicide Girls first became popular I read a magazine interview that asked the founder if she had pioneered a new style of sexuality for the next generation of young women, she answered that it was already there (paraphrasing) “ before we were around Taste of Latex and The Probe were featuring sexy images of punk and alternative looking girls…” Even back then, it was just nice that the Probe was remembered.
Like Nirvana to hair metal I thought Suicide Girls were a nice response to the Bud Girl posters and all of that horribly slick sexuality that we were fed in the ‘80s, but now here I am wearing a t-shirt of a big boobed beach girl making an “O” face and feeling nostalgia for women in fancy hats.
I’m confused sexually. I can’t decide which type of hetero normative male I want to be.)
Nostalgia is also the reason so many adults love Disneyland. (Yes, that was an attempt at a segue. Don’t judge me, I’m a drinker, not a writer!) I went to Disneyland for one day when I was 12 and I only remember standing in line. I’m not one of those adults who likes to spend vacations at Disneyland.
However, when our kids were young the wife thought they should have the full Disneyland experience. She was right. Not only did they love it while we were there but they seemed happier when we got home too. They were on a Disney high. Then three years ago, we went back and did a full on Disney boot camp. 3 days, fast pass strategies and 15 hours each day in the park. It was an incredibly well executed family vacation. It was tough for me to find time for breweries, but I managed.
Don’t bother, but this is the old Disney post http://www.brewznewz.com/2013/04/
This time I never set foot in Disneyland. The wife and kids left early every morning and I stayed behind in the hotel room. I brought about six books to read while I was waiting for the breweries to open. However, it’s now 2016 and I recently jumped from an I-phone four to one of those big I-phone sixes, quite a life change. I did very little book reading. No TV either. I spent time on instagram.
I almost want to join Facebook now because that’s where all of my fellow old people are. I don’t come across a lot of people my age on instagram. Then, just because I follow and “like” Miley Cyrus I get Selena Gomez and Justin Timberlake in my “explore” feed. That’s like getting Iron Butterfly when you’re looking for Led Zeppelin or Screw 32 instead of Hickey. For that reason and others my favorite exploring options on instagram are comments and location. It’s pretty amazing. Those are the paths you follow when you want to get off the beaten path and find the real stuff from all around the world. I complain about people who don’t add location or they make comments, but have private feeds. I was bitching about this one day to the wife, saying people that have private feeds are fearful of the world and don’t have a sense of community. She said, “What are saying? My account is private!” I didn’t know. To her Instagram is a way to keep up with friends and family. I’m a little more intense about it.
Is Hitler trending or what?
Last month I noticed photos of Hitler come up in feeds. It was always in a foreign language so I wasn’t sure of the context, but it was still weird because it seemed completely random. There were four or five different times where I came across photos of Hitler. It was odd.
One time I thought I might have stumbled on some strange Nazi cult, but I clicked all the people that “liked” the Hitler photos (no hash tags on them) and I didn’t find any other Nazi stuff. Just random “likes” for Hitler from people otherwise unassociated.
Nazis, Don’t Call it Comeback!
While the family was at Disneyland a friend posted a flyer on instagram. It was a counter-protest for a Nazi rally in Sacramento. It sounded like an event straight out of a bad movie so I made a couple of sarcastic comments under the photo. “I hope they have pamphlets.” Are Nazi’s a thing in California? Were they ever in this country? References to Nazis in America are usually used solely as punch lines or insults. However, I quickly discovered on instagram that in other parts of the world Hitler seems almost beloved. It’s not just in one location, many different parts of the world. It’s all walks of life too, young kids in punk bands, moms, soldiers, doctors, and classical musicians. I looked up the reasons for this and there are many different factors that vary by location, including the influence of WWII alliances and expiration of the Bavarian copyright for Mein Kamph that has lead to a surge in the sales of his book.
I’ll post a few screen captures. I think I’ll make them thumb post size (at the end) so I don’t have an entire Brewz Newz filled with Hitler love, but if you are curious you can click on them What strikes me most are the nature of the few comments that are in English. There isn’t a negative social stigma for Hitler in most nonwestern countries. The attitude towards him is completely different than we’re used to. Kids often aren’t taught about the Holocaust in Iran. (see post at right)
It’s not everywhere; I’ve looked at several thousands of photos in Pakistan and Afghanistan and didn’t find any Hitler at all. I’m also not educated enough to know why it was possible to find real women with Instagram accounts in Afghanistan but not in Pakistan. Pakistan was a lot of dudes following other dudes and they all have short beards and longish hair. I kept trying to use the location key to escape into different social strata, but got caught in a giant vortex of semi- hairy dudes selfies. Very few women and most were completely covered. 3am, sleepless, and the worst hour I have ever spent on instagram. Pakistan, get you’re shit together!
I thought maybe it was just bad luck within a small sample size but I just now tried again, 183 million people and this times a thousand is pretty much all I can come up with on instagram in Pakistan.
Other Arabic countries have instagram feeds that are completely lawless, car stunts on public highways, bizarre dancing men in the desert, and the most disturbing video I’ve ever seen in my life. Normally I look away before I see horrible things, but I didn’t see this one coming. I wrote a paragraph about it but decided to delete it. I can’t even mention what it was and keep this light hearted. If you want to be disturbed you can ask me in person but I won’t write about it.
And now back to Disneyland!
So before I got side tracked by Hitler, this was to be a Disneyland beer post. Unfortunately I did something really dumb in preparation for this trip and I stopped drinking for four days. My intention was to clear out my liver in preparation for a brewery blitzkrieg, but instead of going to the beer fridge all I did was satiate my cravings by raiding my kids’ cereal cabinet and then later scooping myself ice cream at one in the morning while binge watching YouTube. Not drinking is so unhealthy! I felt horrible and was looking forward to clearing out my system with a good dose of pure hops n’ barley.
Mistake #2 was meeting up with old friends the very first night of our trip. I over drank before I even got to any breweries, that’s what you do with old friends! Luckily, the hotel we were in the first night had a weight room. The next morning, after dropping the family off at Universal Studios (an addition to this trip because of Harry Potter land) I went to the weight room and spent an hour kicking myself in the butt. It worked! I was ready to start drinking again by noon!
My first attempt at using the waze app went well except waze doesn’t mention the address. It just says, “you’ve arrived” so instead of walking into the Eagle Rock Brewery I walked to the Eagle Rock Church. A lady there lightheartedly condescended to me drinking instead of church going but she pointed me in the right direction. A friend Josh joined me by way of Uber and we went on to the Highland Park Brewery next, both great. After that we headed to Hollywood where things are weird. I took several photos for instagram and deleted them within an hour. That’s my idea of living in the moment. One was a photo of a little house behind another house where Josh told me David Yow lives. In honor of that moment, here is a YouTube clip of the great Jesus Lizard!
After David Yow’s place Josh and I picked up his special lady friend Donna. (Previously known as Good Donna) A nice thing about LA is that you don’t have to get on Instagram to leave the country. We went to a Korea Town shopping plaza, none of the signs were in English, but in the corner of the place was a great beer bar. They didn’t have the Adam Carolla “Endless Rant” IPA but they had a different beer from King Harbor Brewing so I got that one in honor of them honoring Adam Corolla.
This year Father’s Day happened during this vacation. We went a couple of miles down the road from Disneyland to Oggi’s Pizza and Brewery. I actually saw the family each day. It was in the middle of *100 plus heat wave so they’d come back to the hotel around 2pm and I’d go to the hotel pool with Henry while the women took an air conditioning break. Then they went back to the park and I hit the breweries that opened at 4pm. Backstreet Brewing had a $3 pint Monday that worked out for me. That was my first time using the Uber app too. I had walked there because it was only two miles from the hotel room, but I had to go around a highway
and stuff (I hash tagged #dalebozzio at the brewery but I don’t know if anyone got it. The wife didn’t even click on it. = Missing Persons = “Walking in LA”) so instead of walking back to the hotel I clicked on the Uber app and it said, “your ride will be here in 4 minutes.” Amazingly easy, I’ve never called a cab in my life, but now I use Uber.
I want to thank Bootlegger’s Brewery for opening at noon on a Monday and I’d say I had the most fun at Legends Brewery, but otherwise I’m not going to review each brewery like I did last time. I will say that brewery culture is still strong! Each place had it’s own personality and I didn’t have any bad experiences. Except for some reason the new Instagram app couldn’t “add location” at half the breweries I visited. Google Earth and Uber always knew exactly where I was, but Instagram couldn’t figure it out. That annoyed me because I was trying to be ninja quick with my posts and get back to drinking and it’s the difference between posting a photo that says, “Hey, check this place out!” to “Hey, look I’m having a beer!” And that’s great, but it’s a little different. When the location works it’s like sending extra photos to anyone who might be interested. It’s just good shorthand. There are still hash-tags, but those are overused and abused.
The “Art on our Walls” segment for this post was the Olympia Beer Plate up at the top of the column.