This is featured in Hen, which I saw last night at the film fest.
Fearful Symmetries
Witness a machine turn coffee into pointless ramblings...
15 April, 2026
The Salt & Vinegar Crisps of Éire - Part 4: They're just hunky dory
These crisps had a nice yellow hue with bits of brown on the edges. They appeared to have skin on them. Thick and crinkley as advertised. Sticking my face in the packet and taking a whiff I smelled a firm vinegar tang, the rich, greasy aroma of oil, and a faint bit of potato on the sweet side.
As expected they had a nice crunch as well as a good, firm tanginess. No need to eat a dozen chips to get an acetic burn on my tongue. They also tasted a bit saltier than normal and I suppose this can be attributed to the extra surface area. As for the potato flavor itself, it was rich & creamy and on the sweet side.
The Salt & Vinegar Crisps of Éire - Part 3: Aggressively Pomaceous
The Salt & Vinegar Crisps of Éire - Part Dhá: I go megacorp
One thing you won't see on a bag of salt & vinegar potato chips here in America is text in Irish Gaelic.
When I first got into the Dublin airport and began making my way to immigration to get my passport stamped, I saw a sign and didn't understand a word of it. Were my glasses dirty? Had my eyes suddenly gone bad? No, it was just in Irish. I was used to signs at airports in Spanish and Hmong but not Irish.
Tayto is a much less posh sounding brand name than O'Donnells of Tipperary but my packet of salt & vinegar crisps were apparently made in a castle that long predates the founding of the United States which is pretty damn cool if you ask me. That castle is in Northern Ireland while O'Donnells are made in Ireland Ireland.
14 April, 2026
The Salt & Vinegar Crisps of Éire - Part 1: It's a long way to Tipperary
Chock full o'Pine Nuts
A floral state of mine: Moorvolution by Revolution Brewing & Moor's Brewing
Goldfinger #6: Bałtycki by Goldfinger Brewing Co.
Like all Baltic porters, Goldfinger's had that Stygian dark brown color that was very hesitant to let any light through lest anyone mistake it for an amber. With the requisite color, I was happy to see that it had that viscous motor oil look to it like Baltika #6 and Żywiec as I poured. My glass was adorned with a big, frothy head of light brown foam. It was like the color of roux when it just turns the corner and you know it's headed for a nice milk chocolate color that will make your gumbo mo' bettah. I really couldn't tell but I am going to assume this stuff was clear as one would expect. The aroma was equally luscious with a prominent roastiness to it along with a stone fruit scent that alternated between plum and cherry in the part of my brain that register beer smells. French roast coffee, a verdant hoppiness, and a wonderfully decocted toastiness rounded things out.
Darkly roasted coffee along with a touch of dark chocolate were the most prominent flavors. The beer's medium-heavy body tasted really smooth underneath generous doses of fizz and hops of a spicy nature. It was a sweet beer but not cloying. The malty sweetness lingered for a spell on the finish but was eventually replaced by a not-insignificant wave of bitterness & astringency. Gotta tame all that malt somehow, I guess. Despite the potency of the acerbity, dryness was rather mild.
Bałtycki was one tasty brew. I was surprised to not get much of a boozy burn despite an A.B.V. of 8.4%. Just as Oceania and Eurasia are locked in perpetual war in 1984, so too are malty sweetness and hops/fizz in the Baltic porter. You want a big, thick roasty malt extravaganza but you also don't want the drinker's tongue bogged down in treacle so you've gotta be generous with the hops and make it fizzy. Goldfinger did a great job here letting my palate enjoy the dark malty goodness yet not drown in a cloying syrupy mess. That bitter finish sure did reset my tongue for the next blast of barley. Without the boozy heat, this stuff went down easily. A bit too easily, if you ask me.
Junk food pairing: Baltic porters not only demand a junk food with complementary flavors but one with a hearty amount of them to get themselves tasted through the big flavors of the beer. Pair Bałtycki with a big bag of Jays Smoky BBQ Ridges potato chips. A thicker chip means more spud goodness and grease while the ridges mean more surface area for the smoky BBQ flava.
10 April, 2026
Just some photos
Coming soon, 9 April 2026
Seen before a screening of Exit 8.
I really enjoyed Exit 8. It's a very uncanny, unsettling, trippy Möbius strip of a story. I probably spent more time looking for anomalies onscreen than was necessary. Towards the end of the movie our hero, The Lost Man, and his young companion are beset upon by a swarm of lab rats with human body parts sewn on them or grown in them. This brought to mind the opening scene were the guy is doom scrolling a social media site on his phone while on the train. We see one of those rats - the one with the ear on its side - in the feed and I immediately struggled to recall what else we saw on his phone in that scene. I recalled posts showing flooding and so it was no surprise when the hallway floods with less than salutary looking brown water.
What else was shown on the phone that manifested in the hallway?
Ultimately this is a story about a man's internal struggle but was it all in his head? The Walking Man's story would suggest otherwise. But who knows. I thoroughly enjoyed this ride.
Tangentially, I watched a recent conversation between James Kreul and Rob Thomas in which they previewed the opening weekend of the Wisconsin Film Festival. At one point Thomas makes a cynical comment - though I cannot recall what prompted it - about frequently being in a Madison theater with only 6-8 other people or something akin to that.
While there's more than a grain of truth there, I think it should be noted that the screening of Exit 8 had somewhere around 20 people in it. The showing of The King's Warden I attended had 30+ people in it. Ginormous numbers? No. They weren't sell outs even in the small theaters they screened in. I don't know how AMC and Marcus feel about these numbers, but they don't seem too shabby for foreign language movies in a city of only 300,000 or so people.
As for the film fest, my fest starts today. I'll be attending everyday through Thursday, though I am not seeing multiple movies each day. I'll be seeing 25 Cats From Qatar because, well, cats! I was absolutely thrilled to see that Dead Mountaineer's Hotel would be screened this year because I heard about it just a few months ago after doing a spot of reading at Rachel Cordasco's Speculative Fiction in Translation site. The movie is based on Arkady and Boris Strugatsky's novel of the same name and I stumbled upon her review there and it sounded like it would be right up my Straße.
Everybody who's been attending the festival for a while has their own gripes about the current incarnation every year. Honestly, I don't have many complaints beyond missing the midnight movies at the Orpheum. I fondly remember seeing the Irish horror flick Isolation there late one Thursday night.
My fest begins at 6 tonight with Man on the Roof followed by The Spies Among Us. I will be seeing a couple flicks on Sunday with someone and a lady I know will be at the screenings of 25 Cats From Qatar and Nadja that I'll be at. I think this is first time I will be accompanied by someone at a screening in years. I used to go to the fest with other people more often back in the day. And I don't run into people I know very much anymore. I will say it was nice to find myself seated next to Lewis Peterson of Four Star Video last year at the screening of Pavements but chance meetings like that are the exception these days.
Looking back, my wife and I stopped attending the fest together several years ago and, in retrospect, this was an early sign of our marriage coming apart. So there's a lesson for everyone: keep your relationship strong by going to the Wisconsin Film Festival together!
OK. Onto the trailers!
Curiously enough, I cannot find the trailer for Bad Lieutenant: Tokyo. At first I was surprised to see a new film by Takashi Miike, he who did Audition, Ichi the Killer, 13 Assassins (which screened at the Wisconsin Film Festival back in 2011), and one of the shorts in Three... Extremes among many others. But those are the ones I recall having seen. My surprise continued when it was revealed to be a Bad Lieutenant movie. It's been a while since Werner Herzog made his contribution to the series.
Look! An Irish horror movie that would have been perfect for a midnight screening at the Orpheum for the festival.
Only 3 trailers vs a million at AMC. But we also got commercials from Eli Lilly and Company and Rolex.
09 April, 2026
A flower?
Cuteness overload
The morning rush hour at Caenhill Countryside Centre was a daily watch for me during lockdown. What a wonderful way to start my day of sitting in front of my computer with Covid raging outside. The lovely animals, Chris' play-by-play - just great stuff.
This is a short greatest hits kind of video. Cats! Donkeys! Lambs! Such cuteness!
Coming soon, 8 April 2026
Seen at a screening of The Yeti.
I was surprised to learn that The Yeti made its debut only on 3 April at a festival in Chicago yet was playing here in Madison just a few days later. To the programmer at AMC Fitchburg, I salute you.
It was a really fun monster movie about a rescue mission seeking to find out what happened to a previous expedition into deepest, darkest Alaska in 1947. The look and style was old school and it appears there was no CGI which makes it all the more retro. The title font looks like it was from a 1950s b-movie and one scene even had a newsreel look and feel to it. We had the overreach/hubris of scientists, a horror shown largely only in shadow or as a hazy figure shrouded in fog. We'd get an arm here or a tuft of fur there but the movie smartly let the creature exist as sound for quite a bit until the end. A growl or some strange noise or the cries of terror of its victims.
A genuine creepfest full of horror as the crew of the rescue mission are picked off one by one. But the movie also mines a vein of rich thematic material as the Yeti is shown to be less evil, perhaps, than just another facet of Nature doing what creatures do. Plus 2 members of the rescue mission are the children of 2 of the missing explorers. At 90 or so minutes the movie does not mine this vein deeply, I grant you, but it did so just enough to add color and turn the story in another direction which I found to be interesting and in keeping with the movies of yore that The Yeti seeks to invoke.
I arrived to the showing late and missed a trailer or 2 or 3.
This one flummoxed me. It was very confusing and weird but I am unsure if that is actually representative of the movie or if it was a ploy. Weird is good! I just found this trailer odd and it deviated from the norm. Could be good, though.
This was, unsurprisingly, a red-band trailer. On Monday I ran into Lewis Peterson, co-owner of Four Star Video, who was attending one of the mystery movie screenings at AMC and he was eagerly anticipating it being this one.
08 April, 2026
Coming soon, 7 April 2026
Seen before a screening of The King's Warden. It was a fine movie. South Korea's version of Oscar bait. The story went from being a comedy with village chief Eom Heung-do as a hapless doofus getting more than he bargained for in hosting an exiled official to something a bit more serious as Yi Hong-wi becomes a man, essentially, and befriends Eom Heung-do. So there's some buddy picture bits here. Things get even darker as the evil, moustache-twirling Han Myŏnghoe steps to the fore.
Plenty of feel-good stuff here with redemption on top.
Lastly, I'll note that The King's Warden was shown in one of AMC's smaller theaters but that it was well-populated. Not SRO but it seemed to be about half full or a little more than that which isn't bad for a Korean-language movie here in Madison on a Tuesday night, to my mind. And I'd bet most were of East Asian descent too.
Coming soon, 29 March 2026
Seen before a screening of Alpha which I thought was OK. I enjoyed the themes of family and loyalty but found that it was a bit too dark for my current mindset. The fault, dear reader, is not in Julia Ducournau, but in myself.
Sadly I cannot find a trailer for Passenger, a horror flick from Norwegian director André Øvredal. It looked overly laden with jump scares and so didn't pique my interest. However, Øvredal directed three very fine to excellent flicks: Trollhunter, The Autopsy of Jane Doe, and The Last Voyage of the Demeter. Maybe the trailer just isn't doing it justice.
This was a red-band trailer.
07 April, 2026
04 April, 2026
Can't stop the singing chicken: Kur Zapiał by Browar Błonie
My luck with Polish beers has not been good lately if the piwo isn't a pale lager from Okocim or Żywiec or another of the bigger Polish breweries. Binny's seems to keep beers from Poland on their shelves long past their lifespans until they are these musty, skunky pale imitations of their former selves. And so when I came across this brew I was a bit gun shy.
I didn't find it at Binny's, however, but rather at Deli 4 You in Schaumburg back in December when I was returning to Madison from having spent some time in Chicago at the Christkindlmarkt. And the date on the label read 30.06.2026. Well within freshness tolerance. The Polish craft beer selection there was small but how many Polish craft beers actually get exported to the U.S.? I think they stocked the full complement of Browar Błonie's Polish Folklore series. Why did I buy this one? That is lost to the ages. It could simply have been that I was in the mood for a pilsner that day. (There was, if I recall correctly, a label in English on the back.)
The description at the brewery's website as translated by Google reads, "Light, unfiltered, dry-hopped beer. Refreshing taste and floral-herbal aroma." Oh, the name translated to "The Hen Sang".
For tasting, I busted out my new pilsner glass which I got at Goodwill when shopping for things for my new apartment. A couple years back I gave away most of my beer glasses but wanted a couple two tree for my new life.
The piwo was yellow and had a slight haze - it's unfiltered, remember? There were lots and lots of bubbles which is something I associated with the pils. My pour produced a small head of lovely white foam which lasted an average amount of time. It appeared to be a very pretty pils, to my eyes. The aroma was just as nice with the Polish hops - variety unknown - giving off straw and floral smells. A nice, cracker-like maltiness was to be had as well.
All of those bubbles portended the piwo's big fizz. A delicate biscuity malt flavor was joined by hops that gave a lovely floral taste along with a mild dose of herbal and some straw notes. The maltiness lingered a couple seconds on the finish before the hops rushed in with their floral/straw combo and some attendant bitterness. My tongue tasted smoothness which I figured came from the malt even though there wasn't much grain flavor to be had - some kind of malty-carbo-palimpsest? Just enough bitterness for a slight zip at the end to go with the moderate dryness.
Oh mama, this was a great piwo! It had the delicate pilsner malt flavor down perfectly and I simply adored the floral aroma and taste that the hops gave. The piwo was light and delicate and had just the right floral everything. Just fantastic stuff.
Junk food pairing: The lovely, tasty, delicate floral taste here deserves not to be overshadowed so stick with something on the mellower side such as Simply White Cheddar Cheetos Puffs.
Risking life & limb for Roggenbier - that's the Chicago Way: Winter Beer by Goldfinger Brewing
On my annual autumnal trek last year to lovely Lombard, Illinois for Chicago TARDIS, I had it in mind to seek out some Winter Beer by Goldfinger Brewing. I'd heard tell of it a week or so before and I was intrigued. Besides the immanence of winter and the necessity of winter seasonal beers for survival, it was a rye lager and rye is my grain of choice. To top things off, Goldfinger went against the grain, so to speak, and made a winter beer that wasn't extra potent and instead relied on a hearty maltiness to hold back the nipping of Jack Frost.
Winter was to set in early with a major blizzard forecasted the next day so I set out to get my beer shopping done early so I could settle into the hotel with Christopher Eccleston and Jo Martin until the storm had abated.
With the threat of several inches of snow looming, I hastily made a trek to Binny's. There I found some interesting brews, to be sure, but no Goldfinger Winter Beer. Well, crap. After lunch I attended another panel discussion or two before making the drive to Goldfinger HQ. Walking in I found that place to be hoppin'. I also found no Winter Beer. However, I did find some of their Baltic porter. More on that later.
Discouraged, I went back to the hotel with my tail between my legs and enjoyed myself at the con. But I would not be defeated!
The next day the storm began with snow coming down at quite a clip. Once fully caffeinated, it occurred to me that there are liquor stores that are not Binny's and so consulted the Google oracle. Sal's Beverage World sounded like they'd have a good selection. I mean, it's a whole world of beverages! It was also helpfully located near a peri peri chicken joint which sealed the deal. I could get beer, a family pack of peri peri chicken, and then ride the storm out at the hotel with a bunch of fans dressed up as Cybermen meaning we could recreate The Tenth Planet.
It seems a large percentage of the western burbs had a similar plan because Roosevelt Road was packed and treacherous. Jagoffs in SUVs and Subarus ignored conditions and barreled down the road at normal speed, i.e. - 10MPH over the limit. I kept things steady as cars fishtailed all around me and the street threatened to turn into a demolition derby. And I made it.
My luck was in as Sal's had the precious Winter Lager - and more besides. I stowed my beer securely in the back seat and then made my way to the peri peri joint where I bought a family pack so I wouldn't be forced to eat any of my fellow con goers to survive, er, I mean go to the hotel restaurant. The drive back was frought with peril but I made it back to the safety of the hotel unscathed.
The Road of Beans
Crisps of rye
Friendship, fourfold
After work yesterday I went to visit Piper for it was her birthday.
It was a tad chilly and drizzle hung in the air but I don't think she minded in her new spectral form. I enjoyed being in her presence once again. I miss her dearly.
Despite the grey skies and the somber, reflective mood I was in yesterday, I had cause for celebration. A friend invited me to meet him at the Villa Tap for lunch. When I got there, I didn't see him at the bar but heard my name being called nonetheless. I scanned the room but couldn't see the source of the call until some arms moved. A former co-worker was at the bar but her head was in front of the window across from the entry so her face had been obscured in darkness.
It was good to see her as it had been several years. Also at the bar was another former co-worker. A mini-reunion! We chatted for a bit before my friend who had invited me showed up. We found seats at the corner of the bar and caught up on things. Ere long, another friend of ours and fellow Zupan walked in and joined us. I hadn't seen him in many years and I discovered that he is my neighbor.
What a treat! I went there expecting to see 1 friend and ended up seeing 4 people I know, most of whom I hadn't seen in ages. I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll be dropping in at the Villa more often.
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