Hello, is it me you’re looking for?

HI!

I’m going to open this entry with one of the most cliched opening lines to any online blog or journal entry. “It’s been a while since I updated this thing”, but indeed it has. I’ve posted random videos and some drivel about how I’m uninspired by life in general, but I thought I’d take some time to update this space because I actually like to go back and read my old entries and laugh at myself because I’m probably the only one that thinks that I’m funny. I’m going to just hit plan on my ipod and let the funk flow while I write down some thoughts.

Oddly enough, the first song that comes up on my ipod when I just hit play is “Aquarius” by The Nat Adderley Sextet, and it goes a little something like this:

Anyhow, lately I’ve been really reading a lot about brewing beer.  I’ve been drinking beer a lot too, but I’ve been reading just about anything I can get my hands on about brewing beer and last Sunday I brewed my first beer – a honey nut brown ale.  I’ll tell you what, a lot of people say that the waiting is the hardest part about brewing beer.  Let me tell you, truthier shit has never been said.  This has been a test in patience.  I can’t wait to have some of that shit to see if it’s turned out to be straight spaghetti salad garbage juice, heaven in a bottle or somewhere in between.  I’m hoping its either somewhere in between or heaven in a bottle.

So since this is my little pet project, I’m stressing out about it.  Is it the right temperature? Is it fermenting enough?  Did I do enough of this?  Did I blah blah blah.  I have to go against that worrying instinct that I have and just learn to leave it alone – which I’m doing thankyouverymuch.  I have my fermenter sitting in my downstairs bathroom in the shower and I have towels wrapped around it, and I have the door closed so it keeps some heat in there since if you didn’t know, I live in the arctic circle (we usually keep the house at 60 degrees).  Katie likes to joke about how I baby the wort (beer before it’s beer for you common hillfolk), but hey… I’ve spent a lot of money on this shit, it better be good!  Why ruin it by keeping it too hot or too cold?  Yeah…

Work has been busy.  That’s really the main reason that I haven’t updated much.  I usually do it when I’m bored at work, but now I’m not bored because I’m always busy doing something or the other.  This week, however, has been a slow one, and I’m appreciating that like never before. When it’s not busy I like it the first day or so but then I feel like I’m forgetting to do something, then when it is busy, I don’t like being busy, but I like that the days go by faster.

also, this:

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  1. spaghetti salad garbage juice!

    when i was working at michaels, they finally got rid of whatever fucking celtic sounds shit discs and pumped in some “real” music.. never in my life did i think i would get excited to hear debarge, “rhythm of the night.” it was like drowning in the deepest fucking ocean with sharks circling around you, then all of a sudden, a helicopter drops in and debarge is holding his hand out to you from one of those dangly rope ladders (wow, i think i have a new image for my contemporary drawing class). my enthusiasm at that moment must have been infectious because at least four different customers started dancing and singing the song. I DIGRESS.

    among this horrible music, they would play stevie wonder’s “i wish,” which eventually became that monstrosity “wild wild west.” then it hit me after a few times of hearing it, that “rolo tony brown town” sounded like it had been inspired by that stevie wonder track. every time it came on i would completely lose it.

    then one fateful day when all of the planets are stars were aligned, the stevie wonder song was on, and this kid yells out, “HEY! ROLOS!” to his mom. it was too much to handle when i had to ring these things up. the moral of the story: it’s hard to keep a straight face while rolo tony brown town, check yourself right at the door is playing in your head.

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