Just Words
January 1, 2001 - Michael JacksonDid people worry that the spoken word would die when the cleverest among them started to make pictograms on clay tablets? I wonder.
Did people worry that the spoken word would die when the cleverest among them started to make pictograms on clay tablets? I wonder.
The Soviet empire did not encourage small nations, but its collapse splinters one every other day. Perhaps that is why the Czech Republic appears not to have erected a sign on the motorway from Prague to Brno to tell the traveller at what point he is leaving Bohemia and entering Moravia. Some gentle hills seemed... View Article
Anyone who has ever been in a half-decent bookshop knows that the staff has a tendency to look like wine-drinkers. Nothing too expensive, you figure, just a fresh, fruity, unpretentious, slightly oaky chardonnay. In my experience, it does not generally occur to bookstore managers to barricade the checkout with volumes on beer, rendering it impossible... View Article
The young woman with whom I had dinner was envious. “You are spending the whole day with Sam Calagione. Tomorrow!? He’s the Robert De Niro of brewers!” She told me that he had not only the good looks of a movie star but also the sensitivity of a poet. He even took Walt Whitman to... View Article
Editor’s Note: This column appeared in the October 1986 (Vol. 7, No. 5) issue of All About Beer Magazine. One of the most frightening moments of my life (thus far, anyway) dawned in the days when I was already a roving reporter but not yet exclusively dedicated to the professional pursuit of beer. I was on a story in Calcutta, India, when... View Article