A few months ago I broke the Half-Mind Weblog, my Hash House Harrier blog. It’s still online, now an archive site featuring hash-related musings written between 1995 and early 2019. When it broke I said future hashing posts would appear here on Paul’s Thing, the blog you’re reading now. Honestly, though, there hasn’t been much: one or two “mash trashes,” post-ride […]
Some time ago, I visited a hash in Southern California. I knew most of the hashers there, so I was with friends. The weather was perfect. The hares and the pack were stoked. The trail was scenic and challenging, and the hares did an outstanding job of keeping the pack together – the quick and […]
I’ve long held that hashing didn’t start 1938 with Gispert and the Kuala Lumpur Hash House Harriers. It’s been around, in various forms, for much longer. This is taken from the home page of Cairns, Australia hasher Gil Jennex: Hashing: a History The hunting of deer, hares & foxes using hounds or beagles goes far back into […]
The trouble with writing rants is that normally you’re bitching about things you don’t like. Just for the hell of it, I’d like to mention a few things I like about hashing and hashers. It’ll probably put you to sleep, but it’ll make me feel better! Challenging trails. They don’t have to be real short or real […]
Hashing . . . it’s a mixture of athleticism and sociability, hedonism and hard work; a refreshing break from the nine-to-five routine. Hashing is an exhilaratingly fun combination of running, orienteering, and partying, where bands of harriers and harriettes chase hares on eight-to-ten kilometer-long trails through town, country, jungle, and desert, all in search of […]
Never any lack of excitement around these parts.
Our friend Shakesprick publishes an excellent Hash House Harrier history magazine. I frequently mentioned his work on the Half-Mind Weblog (RIP); it’s time to highlight it on Paul’s Thing as well, since many of my readers are hashers. I’ve embedded a PDF of the latest edition of On On, the History Magazine of the Hash […]
And people ask me why I don’t believe there’s a god.