Weblog: an Archive of our Newsletters and Sales

Hey Free Rangers, For those who have not recently checked in to see what condition our collective condition is in, the looking glass is about 17 light years behind us at this point. V Day was absolute chaos, though good numbers, almost out of nowhere (it hadn’t really...

Hello Free Rangers, Thanks to everybody who sold out our Magical Mystery packs (and the Hancock’s Bourbon sale)! We sincerely hope you are enjoying sipping through those selections. Speaking of the cellar, the inventory project has turned up some fun items for the...

Ya know what’s fun, Free Rangers? Talking up a winemaker that you respect, citing his profound talent in human/mass communication, and typo’ing the date you’ll be pouring his wines FREE for your people. So, yeah, that happened. Thanks to those of you who brought this...

Ya Know Free Rangers, We are very lucky to enjoy the readers here that we have. And it has always brought a chuckle that more people check in to so see how I’m doing when the latest note reads as what this machine considers positive, and it is always appreciated. But...

Hey Free Rangers, After seeing us through some of our darkest days, and back into the light here at the corner of Atlantic & Hoyt, our friend and colleague, Wesley, is moving on, while finishing her second novel. For anybody who didn’t read her first, it’s really...

Hello Free Rangers, The collective hum out there these days is constant, if a touch muted like a post horn, steadily slowly growing, and faintly pulsing. Plowing forth with the unbridled inertia inherent to the necessary levels of irrational exuberance to achieve...

Hey Free Rangers, A great way to proceed directly to questioning your own structural intelligence and grasp of the reality of the world around you is to immerse yourself in bureaucratic and legal documents. This month includes a liquor license renewal, healthcare...

Whoa Free Rangers, Apologies for an uncharacteristic second note in 24 hours, but the Blanton's went really quickly, and we wanted to preempt any further clicking through to disappointment. Thanks to all who pounced with such haste, and apologies to those who didn't...

Hello Free Rangers, Back in my Seattle days, I wrote for the Rocket, the greatest rock paper in the lauded history of the great pacific northwest. I could never get the Stranger to return my calls (e-mails, or snail mail). They were the more general interest indy-ish...

Hey Free Rangers, Whoa. There was just a paragraph here that might be too dark for general consumption. So, that’s been bumped to the bottom, for those who have the desire and the fortitude…. And hello darkness, my old friend. Going into the kind of year we are about...