Introduction to the Anarcho-Syndicalist Brewing Collective Members

Chris Quade is a hop-head of the highest order, and has a penchant for stouts and irish cream ales as well, athough he is learning to love the brown and amber styles (and socialism). He once drank a Bud Light on the golf course, but only because he couldn't find any Gatorade. Chris is the Chief Bottle Washer for the collective, and as the man who works two days a week he often makes the beer store runs (this has nothing to do with the beer store being 500 feet from the Dogfish Head Alehouse). As an Irish and a professional tuba player, Chris' levels of beer intake reach the very limits of human endurance, and he avoids DWI charges only because the DMV took away his license for speeding. Frankly, the only reason he's not an alcoholic is because he doesn't go to the meetings. On a personal note, Chris would really hate his job if he ever went.

JP (Jean-Pierre) Pritchard is the Engineer for the brewing collective.  JP is a controls engineer for a major (unnamed) area manufacturing firm and an aspiring consultant (reference Dilbert definition of consultant).  Engineering issues are dealt with JP's "deliberate stealth" engineering method typically resulting in broken kitchen hardware.  JP is working on babbage style homebrew equipment made of common parts available from plumbing supply houses and area thrift sales.  [More comments forthcoming]

Tim "Timmy" Heath is the most recent member to join the Wolf's Eye Brewery team. Tim lends a hand wherever it is needed and provides advice in the formulation of recipes drawing from his experience with his own home brewery, "White Oak." Long obsessed with beer and homebrewing, Tim reads any homebrew books, magazines, and websites he finds and especially enjoys sampling fine American Pale Ales, malty British brown ales/ bitters, and the occasional Belgian.

James Mulvenon is obsessed with English brown ales, malty ambers, and hand-pulled English bitters. He used to drink Guinness stout and Russian imperial stouts, but now anything darker than a brown ale gives him criminal levels of flatulence. James buys every beer book he can get his hands on and subscribes to a pathological number of beer trade magazines. He is trying to develop a more sophisticated vocabulary for his love of beer, but the early pathetic attempts are captured at ratebeer.com for the rest of eternity. In the collective, James is the Creative Director, developing the labels and the branding for the beers. He wants nothing more in the world than to make a big pile of "fuck you" money, quit his job, and open a kickass microbrewery in his hometown.