Welcome to the home of Karl Brummel on the World Wide Web. Here you can find almost nothing about me you didn't already know.
Here's my dog, Miro. Miro is short for Miroslav, he's not named after the artist, if anything he's named after a former right winger for the Buffalo Sabers, but that's not really true either. Sorry if you're disappointed.
Here's a memorium to my first total domination D-O-G, Joliet Jake.
I sail a lot in the summer. I own a J/111 with two other guys, and we race. And drink. And race. And drink. Our motto is "if you can't win the race, at least win the party." We are winning a fair number of races and I think we won a lot of parties. Here's mighty Kashmir (named after track six of disc one of the Led Zeppelin album "Physical Grafitti") on display at Strictly Sail Chicago in 2011.
Here are some of the photos from the 2007 Chicago to Mackinac, and here is me in my native environment.
Get into the way-back machine and Witness an epic act of gluttony about to take place as I prepare to consume the mighty Thurman Burger.
Here I am with my father, high school buddy John, and his father at the 1997 Rose Bowl.
I am of course a boy, and boys love their toys. Here are a few of mine from the good old days. Now that I've moved to Chicago and sail, I've parted ways with the Big Cat, the Death Dealing Road Missile, and the Pony Car, though I have visitation rights to all three. So sad. But Chicago isn't a town to have cars you love in.
The first two (automotive) loves of my life, the Mighty Road Warrior and the Big Cat. While you're at it, take a look at the Death Dealing Road Missile, which restored balance and harmony to my garage. And here's the latest addition to my stable, the Pony car.
See Matt Ranney and me driving fast and being cool in blistering Vegas baby!
A few words to live by:
"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!"
- Ralph Waldo Emerson