The Narrative Image

A friend, wise in the ways of beer, convinced me to attend the Oregon Brewers Festival despite my intuition that however big the beer tents might be, they wouldn’t be big enough. Determined not to pay for parking, I spent nearly a billion dollars in gas searching for a free parking space which I never found. When I finally did find a place for the car, it was a stupid distance away from the festival. I saw many shiny buildings which I found impressive, I think, mainly because of their scale and mainly because of their un-natural order…and did I mention they were shiny? They also had reflections. I suppose reflections are a clever way to keep one from really seeing a building’s true facade. Without the reflections and the massive scale, it becomes more readily evident that buildings are clever complexes of stacked cubicles… …or cells. Some impressions from the Brewers Festival: The screaming bitter taste of hops Becoming a whore for wooden tokens Ideally beautiful girls dressed in tig...