An ACL reader sent me an email with this video that he shot of his ’63 Porsche 356 Super with a very recognizable key chain. I’ll be honest it made my day. It also reminded me that life is worth living, not just reading about on the internet. Today is the Chinese New Year (thanks to Marisa for reminding me) and it is the year of the Tiger. Motivational and rather fitting all in one. What do you say we do more living?
Take a few minutes out of your day and spend it with this audio tape of Lyndon Baines Johnson, our 36th President, while he orders a few pairs of trousers from the Haggar company in Dallas, Texas. It seems LBJ liked the lightweight pants Haggar had sent him and wanted to get a few extra pairs made, you know, for the evening, after work. Plus, when LBJ would gain a little weight his pants would start to get uncomfortable. “In the crotch, down where your nuts hang. Feels like you are riding a wire fence.” Well, I don’t want to spoil it. Have a listen for yourself. You won’t think about LBJ’s nuts the same ever again. [LBJ White House Tapes] (Thanks to Sinuhe for the tip)
A long awaited package arrived last week to my delight. The contents of which were a batch of customized promotional items that I have long loved — the diamond shaped motel key chain. A few companies still produce these things as cheap give-aways, but I managed to find a company in Wisconsin that still manufactures them for hotels / motels. I haven’t been to a motel with an actual key in like 20 years, so I’m not sure who is actually still using these things. All that aside I was happy to find them and quickly (some would say impulsively) had a batch of 500 made in ACL’s signature orange. It was funny, the form said “enter the room numbers that you would like to have made,” so apparently my hotel has 500 rooms!
There is no reason why you should be reading these words and not looking at the amazing photos below. There is nothing I really need to say other than, look at the images below and enjoy the pure beauty and spectacle that is a Ralph Lauren fashion show. If there is one event I wish I would have attended this New York Fashion week, this is it. This first picture of the young lady in the overalls, good God, stunning.
All photos via Marcio Madeira and Style.com
It all started in 1985 when — in an effort to save money — Coca-Cola stopped using real cane sugar and reformulated the iconic drink to be made with high-fructose corn syrup. The U.S. government subsidizes corn growers so much (some $40 billion since the mid 90s) that HFCS is cheaper than sugar, and when you are producing on the scale that Coke is material costs are crucial to the bottom line. What does this have to do with Mexican Coke you ask? Well, the bottlers south of the border never made the switch to HFCS, so people (like myself) feel that Mexican Coke has a better taste than American Coke. I think the Coca-Cola made with real sugar is less sweet tasting and has a smoother finish than HFCS Coke and thus is superior. There is also some Coors beer action going on (ever see Smokey & the Bandit? They’re thirsty in Atlanta and there’s beer in Texarkana) because Mexican Coke is harder to get.
That is my buddy Randy Goldberg’s set-up pictured at a concert earlier this summer. The wallet is a custom Billykirk from the Pop Up Flea. I finally got around to pulling those pictures off my camera and this guy stood out. The Billykirk boys are famous for being painfully nice, so I bet if you wanted a special wallet a la Mr. Goldberg’s below they would do it for you for a few extra bucks. Budweiser sold separately.
If you haven’t had a chance to drink some Buds outside, sit around a camp fire, drive fast with all of your windows down, ride on a boat, catch an outdoor show, drink a Dark ‘N’ Stormy and do all of that other fun summer stuff you better get at it. One more month and it is September…
Dearest ACL brethren,
It seems the folks at Men.Style.com have been holding a popularity contest for “blue-collar beers” and my beloved High Life is trailing both Pabst and Yuengling. All I can say is what the fuck! I’m a High Life man and High Life men don’t take this sort of thing lying down (hmmm, unfortunate idiom there). So head over and cast your vote for the High Life.
Vote here — then go back tomorrow and vote again. Forward to your friends and tell them to join the campaign. (ACL has no affiliation with Miller except when they get me drunk.)