With the heat and humidity of the last few days it began to feel like I had somehow inadvertantly taken up residence on the surface of the planet Venus. The tiniest amount of movement or activity would produce sheets of perspiration. Even drawing – typically not an aerobic activity, at least how I practice it. So is it any wonder that, in a heat-stroke induced swoon, I began to have visions not unlike the one above?
Ben Franklin famously said "Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy" – except Ben never said that, but anyway... Any religion that looks like this, is one that I might be persuaded to endorse. That could be the heat talking, or my Canadian upbringing, or the fact that I'm getting really thirsty. Either way, given the recent hot weather, and the looming Memorial Day weekend, I thought it would be a good time to post this – cheers!
This illustration was for a fascinating article, in a truly great magazine, The Walrus. The article, Under the Influence
, reveals how the Canadian breweries turned Canada from a nation of louche whisky-soaked sots, into the nation of wholesome, benign, beer swigging yoda-like beings that we know and love today. Yes, as much as we think of beer as the national drink of Canada, it wasn't always the case, as inconceivable as that may seem.
I encourage you to read about it here:
Many thanks to Brian Morgan, to whom I owe a beer.