31 May 2021

Life happens...

  


Beer goes on.

But life is way more than just pints.

Life happens writ large in moments of triumph and sorrow.

Life happens in the quiet margins of despair and contentment.

Life happens...

This week has been incredibly revealing for this country, so many people who lived lives in the darkness of the true history of what continues to be a tragic story of colonialism and genocide have woken up to see that all is not well in Canada, despite a lifetime of education that teaches otherwise. We are at a junction in the story of this place we call home where we, the people, can help change the narrative and direction of where we go next.

It's gonna be hard, because the whole story of the schools hasn't been uncovered yet and that is going to stretch even the most ardent defender of the church and state to come up with any sort of excuse or explaination. The click is ticking louder each day...

Anyway, I drank a couple of these tonight because writing about beer and life helps keep me sane, a task I am often chasing with equal parts devotion and hope that tomorrow will be a better day. 

I struggle some days with who I am and what I do, but in the end, I pour a pint, find some words and go on.

Collective Arts Brewing Toronto location has become a big part of this life, I must say the 8.9% High Vibration DIPA delivered happiness in a dark time today. Papaya, pineapple, mango and grapefruit with a smooth body and a solid bitterness with lingering tropical citrus made for an excellent mind opener and soother. Stories on this app are temporary, posts are on display forever if ya leave em, so this stream of consciousness may seem weird or odd to some folks, but if you know me, you know that this is who I am...Cheers! 4.4/5

Post Script : I wasn't sure I wanted to post this today, the heavy lifting my indigenous friends are doing every hour weighs in my mind. But I have always used the beer as a vehicle to have discussions and truths that need to be told, so here we are. I know some folks don't feel like they can post about what's happening, I know some folks don't care and I know some just don't see how they can help. Every moment you share, every message you send, every story and post helps...

Bear for The 215 Children


 I don't have the words today, but I'll find ones I think can get me by....

The @anishinabeknation has asked that we put our teddy bears out on the porch tonight and leave a light on to remember the #215 children found this week...

We need to do more, educate yourself my friends, no more shall "I didn't know about residential schools" get a pass. Ask the questions of your local MPs, donate much needed funds to Indigenous groups and charities and most importantly listen to the voices of those who have the stories to tell. Celebrate their triumphs, lift them up and get out of the way.

There is more to come, we must demand more of ourselves and we must make sure that true Reconciliation happens.

Thank you to @up_north_brewing for bringing this to our attention, my love to you and your family. I stand with you my brother.

Polk

27 May 2021

My love will go on...A Leafs Guy confession

I'm a Leafs guy. 

Have been since birth, basically. 

Been a long road.

Still a lot of miles to go.

But I am who I am and I love the Blue and White with no hesitation.

They've lifted me up, let me down and broken my heart more times than I can count, disappointment is my middle name...but still I persist. Because.

Just because. 

If you were there in May of '93, you'll know why I can't stop loving them, this life isn't for the weak because being a Leaf fan means opening your heart up again every year and getting it broken when that final horn blows and we still lean into 1967 as the final championship. 

Go Leafs go...forever.

Pre-gaming with @spearheadbeer 4.0% Lighter Lager because it is crisp, clean and low ABV without leaving anything out. Light citrus notes, toasty malt back and a solid beer bitterness make for a great BBQ, watching the game or drowning your sorrows (eventually) beer. Cheers! 4.2/5

23 May 2021

S'up Fuckers

 


S'up Fuckers, how's it going?

Gotta say, it's been a week of turmoil and change, voices raised and anger shown. Old Polk ain't always easy, he's nearly hit five decades and let's face it, copious amounts of malted barley and other assorted fermented things have taken their toll.

Why do I always think doing more, posting more, drinking more and generally being a big drunken hobo online means anything to anyone? Something I contemplate a lot, albeit 4 beers deep and slow sipping a fifth in one of the prettiest places on earth...

But I know this.

Be kind, because you don't know the battle other folks are going through.

Be better, because you're good too, and the people you love deserve the love you have to give.

Be more, because you have the capacity to do just that.

Step up, stand up and be counted, call out the things that aren't okay, be the voice for the voiceless and the one for the none.

It's not supposed to be easy, but if we all stand together, we can lean on each other when we need to and hold one another up.

You know when you think things are okay? Look around and see if that's true for everyone...because it's not and until we can all stand tall together, we need to lean hard into the work that needs to be done.

Too many folks think it's only beer, for me after all this time, I'll tell you that it is more than just "only beer" and I'll proclaim that from every roof top and insta story I can...I don't owe one mother fucker one moment of who I am...seriously. I work 60 plus hours a week, talking about beer is my happy place and my chance to make a positive difference in the world.... But if drinkin' sexist or shitty beer is super important to ya then I'm not going to waste a moment on your sad ass. I could walk away from all this tomorrow and still keep being me...I doubt a bunch of those easily offended conservative folks could. When I leave, you won't know because I'll just leave, no big sad "oh my lord I'm outta here" post

But I'm not going anywhere soon, too many fuckers to piss off and too many great folks to give props to...

But the end of all this, the reward for your patience with my ramblings is that I have infinite love...

Polk

22 May 2021

The Last First Dance

 


The Last First Dance, 2004.

Seventeen years is but the beginning...

Someone I respect a lot once told me that you had to build the foundation of your relationship rock solid to support the frame of it when things go wrong. Because they will and that foundation will keep you safe and together through any storm. 

That's what we've done.



Damned if we aren't still standing, a little beaten and bent but finding the light and moving toward a future we hoped for all those years ago on this date. It isn't always simple and love isn't the only thing you need to make it this far in life with another human by your side. Compassion, understanding the foibles and traumas of what was and what can be, forgiveness, passion and dedication to the promises made but sometimes forgotten. Life is dirty, often unfair and we keep going because there has always been a hand to lift the one who's fallen down back up again. It's leaning on each other when the winds blow and the night is dark. It's laughter and inside jokes and joy when things go well. It's  memories made and kept ferociously close to your heart because they've become part of who you are to your core. 

That Last First Dance was the culmination of the bedrock layer of this life we call ours, but we've never stopped building it because in love there is strength and our love sustains me through every thing I do.

Love you Kat.

Someday we will talk about that ice swan though...hehe



17 May 2021

Phantom Time...

 


Things feel a little sideways as we hit 15 months(ish) into this timeline and Wellington Brewery Phantom Time American Pale Ale seems like the most appropriate pint to pour on the patio right now. Do we even know what day it is anymore? I'm either working or not working, every thing else is kinda blurry...I mean, I guess the days of the week exist, months pass and the year of 2020 seems to have been a full and actual thing that happened, but at this point, I'm sliding into every day with little or no idea what I'm supposed to do or think except for to survive and try and lift folks up a bit when I can. It's weird and after almost half a century on this planet, it's getting weirder. Peach, lemon and lime with pine and pith on the back, this is a fine and dandy splash in the glass as the sun sets and whatever day this was ends and the promise of some kind of tomorrow sits on deck with whatever we feel we need to do to get by happening around us shines a light in our general direction. Rumination upon the information gives way to confirmation that we can only do what we can and being kind to those we encounter is a good place to start. Stay safe my friends, drink what you like and remember that history is being made, be part of it that will make you proud to talk about as the decades fall around us...

Cheers! 4.3/5

16 May 2021

More days like this...

 


More days like today, please...

I was feeling burned out, beat down and tired.

And that's okay and real and true.

We all are, to some degree, but still we put on that smile and give it what we got left in the tank. 

But then you get a good day, a day that speaks to your fuckin' soul in a language you can understand. You feel loved, understood, even happy with a cautious look towards the not so distant future when, just maybe, things will be better...better and real and you can hug some fuckers just because you miss 'em.

I know it's been a helluva a long haul, the folks who've been doing the things right and proper feel that strain hard as fuck right now watching morons "protest" and demand "muh freedoms" while front line workers witness the stress of what's really happening. Nobody wants this to last a second longer than it should and our leaders have been less than stellar in communicating and following the science but we keep on being better than they ask because we fucking care about our fellow humans. 

I don't have the answers, I'm just a wordy drunk who just wants you to know someone cares about you and loves ya...stay safe my friends, get that shot when ya can and I'll be there with you on the other side, pint glass raised.


Polk

10 May 2021

Polk the Truth 2021 - Spring into April or something wittier

   

After 4 months of daily beer tracking, I must say I'm feeling a little over the whole thing. I'm beginning to remember why I stopped using Untappd in the first place and the mere act of having to put every damn pint into it is beginning to feel like a second job. I mean, I've written a daily beer review on Instagram for almost 2000 days in a row...wait is that right...yep, 1997 and counting...there's a post in there I'm sure that will get somebody angry at me or something, but that's not what this is about. I gotta keep on, keepin' on

  I persist because that is what I do, always.

  So let's get into the numbers and what we've learned this month, the very first one to average less than 4 beers a day...albeit at 118 check-ins in 30 days it comes in at 3.93, so just barely. Honestly on the 30th I was gonna have a couple more beers but when I saw that number I kinda wanted to hold it down just to say I did it. Overall I liked the direction the month took, more than half the days were under 3 beers a day, especially pleased that on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday (typically work nights for me), that average was 2 beers or less, something I actively worked on. The struggle remains those evenings when there is no work the next day or the ones where I let my stress and anxiety get the better of me or just want to blow off a little steam with a couple extra pints.

 I'm trying to quantify the hard to quantify here, so I also don't want to come off as glib or dismissive of my life or how I live it. I like to drink beer and talk about what's going on in my world while I do it, so I'm trying to find the right balance in the whole thing and I hope this is helping somehow...

First 15 days rolled in with a solid 60% of the 56 beers to pour in my glass unique entries, a good indicator that this was part of trying to focus on talking about different beers and not just pounding a couple of go-to pints just because. There are still a couple days well over what I consider to be the upper, normal limit, but with the weather warming, I feel like this is an indicator of where we could be heading despite more than half the days being 2 or less.
The back half of April had some real work stress giving my ability to stay on that under 4 line a run for it's money. Toss in some real patio worthy afternoons and you can see that 33 of 63 beers were just for enjoying and not so much about the writing or discussing flavour profiles and the like. It felt like there were some days I wanted to just chuck this whole thing onto the waste bin of bad ideas, but I still think there is some merit to keeping myself honest and real, regardless of whether I like the numbers or what they say about me and my self control...or lack thereof.
    Perhaps I have just become bored by this or that the numbers seem to be relatively the same and constant. around 4 beers a day with a good smattering of single beer days coupled together with some nights of 8 plus pints seems to be the story every month. I am not sure it does much good, although I do enjoy breaking the information down, it gives me an inside look at things I already suspected were true. I do have a lot of free time away from work, I don't really have hobbies or people to distract me, I drink some beers, write about it and then go read a book or watch something to distract me from the dwindling hours of freedom left before bed time. I know this is a self indulgent look at a tiny slice of life that I dare share with the world. I am not pretty or tied up in a bow and presentable to an audience. I basically am as I seem, leaning into a life lived at full speed for a long time, now idling and waiting for the light to change. What's next isn't really on my mind as much as why? Why do we do this stuff? Why do we feel compelled to share our beer online or take time to write and photograph this fraction of who we are? Why are their people invested in what I do when I could care less myself? It's become an inward looking, outward facing 6 year experiment in examining my life using craft beer as a backdrop. I am compelled to tell stories and wander through the vague and never changing landscape that is my rather sedentary world.
  I re-read this last part and it seems a little maudlin. I could delete it, but let's leave it in for the sake of argument when we get to the end of the year and look back at each month. April was a stress filled slog at work and while I did get my first dose of vaccine, there were a lot of days I struggled to get motivated enough to get out of bed and head in for my ten-plus hour shifts. I feel better now, but something about last month was just off. Lucky for me I have beer to drink and talk about, pints to be inspired by and words to try and help me explain myself to you all out there doing you're very best at the same time. I'll put this out there now, May is off to a bit of a roaring start, so I'll see you in 3 weeks or so and examine what the hell that all turned out to be.
Stay safe.
Polk

Now for the raw numbers, nerd Polk approved...

Beers by the day 

Sunday -  13 (3.25 per day)
Monday - 5 (1.25)
Tuesday - 6 (1.50)
Wednesday - 22 (5.50)
Thursday - 23 (4.60)
Friday - 25 (5.00)
Saturday - 24 (6.00)

Unique Beers - 63/118 (53.4%)

Beers by Brewery

Collective Arts Brewing - 8 unique beers
Nickel Brook Brewing - 6
Fairweather Brewing - 6
Badlands Brewing - 5
Great Lakes Brewery - 5
Grain & Grit Beer Co - 5
Overflow Brewing - 5

Beers

Nickel Brook Brewing Headstock IPA - 8 times
Collective Arts English IPA - 4
Wellington Brewery Faces DIPA - 3
Fairweather Brewing Menagerie Motueka 3
Merit Brewing Young Rival IPA - 3

 

Revenge Bedtime Procrastination with Left Field Greenwood IPA

 


Because we can.

Shortie cans are okay by me, especially when I'm staying up late watching stuff that brings us happiness. 

Stealing hours tonight from tomorrow gives the semblance of control over time and while I can sleep in because I'm off, it's still pushing back bedtime to reclaim a little more time for myself. 

It happens alot right now, we struggle with control and time and the pressure to be okay. It's called Revenge Bedtime Procrastination and it's done in response to the piling on of duties, responsibilities and stress. You figure it becomes a "tomorrow you" problem because "today you" deserves a little more time before calling it a day. 

A good friend gave me some @leftfieldbrewery pints the other day, a friend I met through beer but who I haven't been able to sit down and have a beer with because, well, (gestures wildly at the world), you know. But our friendship has become very important to me and I know we will get to hang out someday, just staying the course till it's safe to do so. 

It's rambling, I know, but when you take this time, when you lean into a little of tomorrow to enjoy some of today, things can go from clean and crisp to a little gray and cloudy.

 Beer helps, good beer does double duty. Greenwood IPA continues to deliver an exceptional half pint of peach, pineapple and orange in a smooth tropical body with a soft citrusy finish. It's real good stuff and it's easily accessible at your local LCBO. You should get some, take a break and enjoy stealing some time from yourself, for yourself. Cheers! 4.4/5

8 May 2021

Why not have 2?

 


Why not have 2?

Why not?

We do the things.

We wear the masks, keep the distance, got the shot, try to keep everyone safe and generally follow the best guidelines to do the damn right thing. 

We get to have 2...well, we get to have whatever the hell we want because it's a fuckin' pandemic and I'm tired of working and acting like it's no big deal.

It is a big deal. 

You're not just working, at home or out in the world, you're working during a global crisis.

You're not just helping your kids with school work, your navigating an incredibly difficult job of doing everything simultaneously and not at all feeling like you are doing anything at all. 

You're gettin' by and that's fucking pretty impressive 14 months in. 

So have a beer. 

Have 2. Doc Polk approved.

For me, Kat bought me 2 cans of @cliffordbrewingcompany 5.7%, 55 IBU Pinball Wizard APA, one ofy faves, and I'm gonna have both out here by the fire while I listen to my favourite hurtin' old country tunes and letting myself forget the world for awhile. It'll be there at 5 a.m. when I go to work tomorrow, I'll go back to it then.

Cheers! 4.5/5