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 […]
Sexual addition? Kiss my ever-lovin’ Southern Baptist race-hatin’ porn-obsessin’ Putin-rootin’ ass.
But hey, Joe Biden, you don’t need anyone’s approval to commute Reality Winner’s prison sentence, so how about it?
I must telegraph it somehow, because if I so much as think about going somewhere in the car, Mister B knows, and won’t let me out of his sight lest I sneak out without him. As I’m going to do this morning. I need groceries for dinner tonight, Safeway isn’t dog-friendly, and if I leave […]