You have arrived at this site likely after googling ‘Andrew Amer,’ ‘Drew Amer,’ ‘chupacabra,’ ‘B-17,’ ‘fast food,’ ‘Sarajevo,’ ‘Chuck CLose,’ or something of the sort. However it happened, welcome. I ran this site back in 2010. A long time ago, before instagram. At the time, I was 25 years old, living in Salt Lake City, snowboarding, vaguely employed, and blogging like everyone else.
I have decided to leave this site up, because it’s an interesting look back to what I was into at the time. Some of the posts are pretty decent, some mildly embarrassing, and some are just not very good at all. It is what it is.
Not too soon after, I found myself a full-time job and dropped the blog. In 2011 I began a tumblr to document my life and travels, which unintentionally began and ended in Manhattan. http://www.keepitforward.tumblr.com
It’s pretty amusing, and slightly terrifying, that this blog still averages about 50 visits a day. Who are you people? Where do you come from? What are you looking for?
So I don’t really update this blog anymore, but I thought this was worth sharing.
In the fall of 2008, Gary Tyler Mcleod and myself were spending a quite evening in a local bar in downtown Salt Lake City. A man began telling us his insane story about how he met Osama bin Laden in a biker bar in Santa Cruz back in 1986. We recorded his story on a phone and transcribed it for a zine we made, which you can click on below to see a full-sized version.
Almost 3 years later, we finally found out where Osama has been “hiding.” Turns out this old drunk wasn’t too far off; armed guards, crazy compounds, governmental protection, and marijuana plants are all key factors. Osama might have been found in Pakistan, but who’s to say he wasn’t kicking it in Santa Cruz at some point, smoking weed and bar hoping. At this point, I wouldn’t doubt it.
“The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.”
After a brief hiatus, the blog is back for 2011. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for the Dave Matthews Band. It was recently announced that after 20 years on the road, Dave will NOT be touring this year. I know, right? Not chill.
For as long as I can remember, the Dave show has been the highlight of each and every summer. Sure, the 4th of July is great and all, but John Philip Sousa can’t hold a candle to Dave’s groovy jams. Back in the day, my bros and I would pick up a couple 30-racks, corral the Jeeps in a big circle, and tailgate hours before the concert. Once the show would start, the real party kicked in. I remember this one time, a girl in front of us asked me to hold her North Face fleece while she smoked a cigarette. She didn’t want her mom to smell the smoke on her when she got home. Long story short, we ended up making out while Dave played “Crash” during the encore. I was supposed to meet up with her later that night at a bonfire party, but I never saw her again. That’s just the kind of crazy stuff that goes down at a Dave show.
Not this year.
October is here, and while it has been unusually warm lately, I can feel deep in my bones the beginning of another Utah winter. As I look back on the past few months, I need to thank the beer that became a summer night staple: Miller High Life.
High Life came out with a new look this summer, which was covered by Michael Williams at A Continuous Lean. A huge inspiration to my blogging venture, A Continuous Lean always delivers great content, and should be a part of your daily internet routine. Anyway, what made High Life my beer of choice this summer was the 32 oz. can. Being a beer drinker in Utah isn’t always easy. Domestic beer is limited to 3.2% alcohol content. Oppression. While imports and full-strength microbrews can be purchased at a state-run liquor store, the beer is expensive and sold unrefrigerated. Oppression! Because of this, and the fact that I’m a 20-something struggling to keep on my grind during these trying times, quantity over quality often becomes the main factor in beer consumption.
The 32 oz. can is less assuming than the classic 40 oz. bottle (which doesn’t exist in Utah anyway). Plus, it’s just fun to drink beer out of such a large can. at a price of $1.69, the 32 oz. Champagne of Beer is the most delicious and economical way to enjoy a summer evening.
It’s not like I’m going to stop drinking beer once the snow falls, but the 32 oz. may have to be to retired. Holding 32 ounces of cold beverage in a frosty aluminum can during the winter just doesn’t sound that appealing. Maybe if I wear gloves…
This past weekend I attending the wedding of a good friend from college. He is the first of my close friends to get married, and I was honored when asked to be a groomsman.
The wedding took place in the bride and groom’s hometown of Fort Collins, Colorado. Horse ranches, whiskey, and guns were stables of the weekend; celebrating all that is glorious about Colorado. The wedding ceremony was beautiful, and everyone in attendance had a great time.
As a special gift, all groomsmen were given custom-engraved Estwing hatchets. Founded in Rockford, Illinois in 1923 by Ernest O. Estwing, Estwing Manufacturing Company produces high-quality striking and struck tools. Made in the USA, all Estwing products are constructed out of one solid piece of hardened steel for ultimate strength.
Not too many people can say they have a badass hatchet with their initials engraved on the head. Thank you Gideon and Ashley!
“All thinking men are atheists.”