Brewed For Battle: Thanksgiving Picks

There are a select few times that even the most hardened warriors lay down their weapons and forgo the rigors of battle to enjoy a little time off. So is it for our “Brewed For Battle” regulars. We’ve skipped the normal beer throw down this holiday week. Instead we’re presenting…

Brewed For Battle: Doppelbock

At what point does one elevate from merely drinking beer to being a full-on beer snob? Answer: when you feel compelled to tell other people what to drink. And the inevitable result of this peculiar ailment is the beer argument. In the spirit of all great beer-related discussions, we present…

The Many Abs of Usher

We at Up on the Sun are looking forward to tonight’s performance by Usher at Jobing.com Arena. It’ll be nice to see his little song and dance while we wait for the headliner. What’s that? You say Usher is the headliner? Come on now. We all know that the only…

Art: Fausto Fernandez’s “The Virtue of Wisdom”

A picture might be worth a thousand words, but apparently those in Fausto Fernandez’s “The Virtue of Wisdom,” now on display at Scottsdale’s Gebert Contemporary, are not. They would look great in a corporate conference room though. Kathleen Vanesian on “The Virtue of Wisdom:” In person, one discovers that many…

National Novel Writing Month: Dragged Down By Excuses

Last week was much better. In the bleakest of moments, a flood of excuses pours into my mind. What good is writing 50,000 words when they aren’t 50,000 good words? Should I not focus on writing well rather than upchucking prose in order to fulfill a self-imposed quota? And that…

Brewed For Battle: Saisons

At what point does one elevate from merely drinking beer to being a full-on beer snob? Answer: when you feel compelled to tell other people what to drink. And the inevitable result of this peculiar ailment is the beer argument. In the spirit of all great beer-related discussions, we present…

National Novel Writing Month: Why Am I Doing This Again?

It’s nearly midnight and I’m sitting in an IHOP, you know, like you do. Somewhere in the dark of the East Valley night, trick-or-treaters are counting up their confectionery haul. Me, I’m sipping stale coffee with a room full of would-be famous, published writers gearing up for the start of…