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Nick Blakeslee

Nick Blakeslee

Nick got his formal writing education in college through a history and education degree, two degrees that required him to write a lot about dead people who made important decisions at one point in time. While he is thankful for that education, he’s delighted to write about something other than passed philosophers, national figureheads or “Differentiating the Classroom environment.” He writes the Drink Local piece for the Messenger by day, and bartends at a local joint in Medford by night. (No doubt doing some Research and Development.) When he’s not making (or drinking) fresh cocktails, he spends his time writing his own work, which can be found at writingbynick.com along with his annual Christmas Card.

I spent a lot of time engrossing myself in history books. I went to school at OSU for history, meaning I spent most of my time reading dusty old tomes written about dead white guys, talking about government and liberties and pursuit of property and stuff. I’ll be honest, most

  Life didn’t really turn out how I thought it would. Namely when asked what I wanted I wanted to be when I grew up, bartending wasn’t really given as an option. I imagine it’s generally frowned upon for a seven-year-old to say, “I want to be around as much

I’m not really a connoisseur of many things. In my obituary, the best thing they could probably come up with would be “his favorite ice cream flavor was Americone Dream and he enjoyed the little things in life like dressing his cat up for Christmas cards.” I’m not exactly what

I’ve never been very good at food pairings. I think this has less to do with an unrefined pallet (even though that is also the case) and more because I hate change. I’m someone that could be perfectly content drinking the same dark beer twelve months a year, with my

This year, I invested in my own health insurance for the first time ever. This has less to do with me “growing up” or “having liquid funds” and more to do with my rate of injury since turning 30. I pulled a muscle the other day reaching down to pet

Beer is my favorite beverage. This is about as surprising as finding out birds are happiest when flying. It’s part of their DNA, so no wonder. To say I was excited when I heard about Medford Beer Week would be putting it lightly. I might have squealed with the same

One of the greatest things about this region is that I’m still discovering stuff after eight years of living here. Prior to this week, I had no idea that Grants Pass held an annual brew festival. They’ve tacked it on with their yearly event, Boatnik—which is kind of like a

I’d never been to a Meadery before. Imagine my surprise when I find out we have one, but it’s also the only Meadery in Southern Oregon. This week, I checked out Steamworks Meadery, located in Medford. Steamworks opened in January. The owner and brewer, Drea, is soft spoken, kind and

  Have you ever heard of an urban winery? I hadn’t. Perhaps living in Southern Oregon’s inundated winery scene has biased my view of what winemaking looks like. I assumed that every vineyard also has the means for producing wine onsite. Clearly, that’s not quite the case. Urban Cork and

Rusty is a marvelous individual with incredible talent, charisma and warmth, and yet one decision in his life dictates how the world sees him. His story is like many that have come out about their sexuality; many friends left him, and his family struggles to accept him. Rusty displays an