The latest, an IPAish:
1lb Munich
1lb English two-row
1lb Crystal 10
.5lb Vienna
.25lb American Wheat
Mashed at 155° for 60min. Added 7lbs of ME.
1oz Simcoe (12%) for 20mins
1oz Target (11.5%) for 20mins
1oz Nugget (11%) for 10mins + Irish Moss
Pitching 2nd gen culture from WLP530 at 65° tomorrow. OG to come
Two months ago: a DT clone
7oz German two-row
5oz German Biscuit
5oz Munich
3oz Aromatic
3oz Crystal 10
Mash at 150° for 60mins. Added 8.5lbs ME. 1lb Belgian Candi Sugar
3/4oz Saaz for 20mins.
3/4oz Styrian Goldings for 20mins.
3/4oz Saaz for 10mins.
WLP530, primary for 7weeks. OG: 1.075
Dryhopping secondary with 1/2oz Saaz and 1/2oz Styrians.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
MLB predictions
I realize this is a bit late and the predictions may seem stilted. But trust me, this entire conversation took place before first pitch on Tuesday. I've the email records to prove it. Without futher ado...
ALDS:
-Yankees over Tigers in 3. RJ dislocates back, breaks hip, career ends.
-A's over Twins in 4.
ALCS:
-Yankees over A's in 7. In a freak deja vu moment, Giambi singles off of Zito in the 7th, Terrance Long pinch hits for Bobby Abreu, who suddenly developed Sammy-Sosa-Dinosaur Syndrome. Long slaps a double to right, Giambi rounds third and beats the Scutaro flip at home for the go head and game winning run.
NLDS:
-Dodgers over Mets in 5. No Pedro no win.
-Cards over Pads in 4, again.
NLCS:
-Dodgers over Cards in 6. Game 6 LA walkoff with back to back to back to back to back HRs off of Isi to win. Nomar tears groin during celebration.
World Series:
Dodgers in 6. Derek Lowe wins all three series clinching games, again. A boy named Theo commits suicide.
This is what I hope will happen. Except for that last line. I guess I'd only put money on the Yankees to win. Of course certain holy vows I have pledged won't allow that. But here are some other bets that I'd like to see made:
1. An over/under on the run-scored difference between the Yankees/Tigers series, I'm going to say 30 (42-12). Seriously two 17-3ish blowouts and an 8-6 close one. Those young dé-toi kids are almost as prolific of K-machines as A-Rod.
Speaking of which, my friend PJ hyperbolizes (only kind of) that A-Rod's going to make the last out in game 7 with the bases loaded, losing to the Mets. Of course no hatred for Mr. Purple Lips lingers after an entire summer of NY-Post shaming and non-clutchness. PJ, a Royals fan, just loves baseball for the game itself.
2. This did, however, spawn an interesting question. How will A-Rod create the last out: k, -k (so), or GIDP? I'm thinking 25/25/50 respectively.
*edit: In Thursday's 4-3 loss, somebody's line went 0-4, 3 k's. Guess who?
3. Grady Little pulls well, a Grady Little in an important game...the dude's like a white Art Shell.
*edit: that is verbatim from an email sent Oct 3, 2006 3:48 PM. A Penny for your thoughts?
4. "Yankee's farm system" said overunder 5x/game by Joe Buck. An oxymoron and an even bigger lie.
5. Ny-Post headline: "Pedro tosses RJ to the ground in subway brawl."
ALDS:
-Yankees over Tigers in 3. RJ dislocates back, breaks hip, career ends.
-A's over Twins in 4.
ALCS:
-Yankees over A's in 7. In a freak deja vu moment, Giambi singles off of Zito in the 7th, Terrance Long pinch hits for Bobby Abreu, who suddenly developed Sammy-Sosa-Dinosaur Syndrome. Long slaps a double to right, Giambi rounds third and beats the Scutaro flip at home for the go head and game winning run.
NLDS:
-Dodgers over Mets in 5. No Pedro no win.
-Cards over Pads in 4, again.
NLCS:
-Dodgers over Cards in 6. Game 6 LA walkoff with back to back to back to back to back HRs off of Isi to win. Nomar tears groin during celebration.
World Series:
Dodgers in 6. Derek Lowe wins all three series clinching games, again. A boy named Theo commits suicide.
This is what I hope will happen. Except for that last line. I guess I'd only put money on the Yankees to win. Of course certain holy vows I have pledged won't allow that. But here are some other bets that I'd like to see made:
1. An over/under on the run-scored difference between the Yankees/Tigers series, I'm going to say 30 (42-12). Seriously two 17-3ish blowouts and an 8-6 close one. Those young dé-toi kids are almost as prolific of K-machines as A-Rod.
Speaking of which, my friend PJ hyperbolizes (only kind of) that A-Rod's going to make the last out in game 7 with the bases loaded, losing to the Mets. Of course no hatred for Mr. Purple Lips lingers after an entire summer of NY-Post shaming and non-clutchness. PJ, a Royals fan, just loves baseball for the game itself.
2. This did, however, spawn an interesting question. How will A-Rod create the last out: k, -k (so), or GIDP? I'm thinking 25/25/50 respectively.
*edit: In Thursday's 4-3 loss, somebody's line went 0-4, 3 k's. Guess who?
3. Grady Little pulls well, a Grady Little in an important game...the dude's like a white Art Shell.
*edit: that is verbatim from an email sent Oct 3, 2006 3:48 PM. A Penny for your thoughts?
4. "Yankee's farm system" said overunder 5x/game by Joe Buck. An oxymoron and an even bigger lie.
5. Ny-Post headline: "Pedro tosses RJ to the ground in subway brawl."
Useless Analogies
Talking about fantasy sports is like showing off your vacation photos. No one really cares what you have to say and in the end we just wanted to know that you had a good time. A lot of people play fantasy, and even more have to hear about someone talking about it. Do the listeners really want to hear it? Not at all.
I was discussing with someone if there was a better analogy than that. He immediately came up with "it's like adding links to the side of your blog." We never click the links on someone else's site but are nonetheless compelled to list them on our own. To a greater extent, these posts are the same, blindly submitted with the hope that from them someone will draw substance. The visitor count may increase, but is anyone really reading?
I began to wonder, what other things do we invest time into, only to see very little, if any return at all? These internet based distractions like instant messaging, blogging, facebooking, etc come to mind. But extended to bricks and mortars, what about hitting the driving range, gardening, even going out drinking. Yes the former increases a your sense of social nexus, and the latter improves some physical sense of the world. Beyond that, we're doing "stuff" to occupy our time, to think we that we are bettering ourselves as human beings. Okay, drinking doesnt better ourselves, but how does staying in, reading an autobiography of an ex-prez, better ourselves? All things balanced, your witty barroom banter with some bubbily coed might be more fruitful than chapters upon chapters of a boy named Ronald wooing a girl named Nancy. Plus it might be more fun.
But surely we aren't simple hedonists devolving into piles of nonsensical pleasure. Maybe I'm asking the wrong question here. Terms like "good" and "better" describing our actions are about as meaningful as "crisp" and "flavor halflifes" describing beer. So beyond that 9to5er what do we do that is really substantive? And substantive as in not bettering ourselves but bettering others. Coaching, teaching, volunteering, working with kids, reading to the elderly, giving time to something besides reading, vacationing, golfing, workshopping, me my and myselfing.
Maybe our invested time shouldn't only return the few anecdotes we drop off at our next social gathering either.
I was discussing with someone if there was a better analogy than that. He immediately came up with "it's like adding links to the side of your blog." We never click the links on someone else's site but are nonetheless compelled to list them on our own. To a greater extent, these posts are the same, blindly submitted with the hope that from them someone will draw substance. The visitor count may increase, but is anyone really reading?
I began to wonder, what other things do we invest time into, only to see very little, if any return at all? These internet based distractions like instant messaging, blogging, facebooking, etc come to mind. But extended to bricks and mortars, what about hitting the driving range, gardening, even going out drinking. Yes the former increases a your sense of social nexus, and the latter improves some physical sense of the world. Beyond that, we're doing "stuff" to occupy our time, to think we that we are bettering ourselves as human beings. Okay, drinking doesnt better ourselves, but how does staying in, reading an autobiography of an ex-prez, better ourselves? All things balanced, your witty barroom banter with some bubbily coed might be more fruitful than chapters upon chapters of a boy named Ronald wooing a girl named Nancy. Plus it might be more fun.
But surely we aren't simple hedonists devolving into piles of nonsensical pleasure. Maybe I'm asking the wrong question here. Terms like "good" and "better" describing our actions are about as meaningful as "crisp" and "flavor halflifes" describing beer. So beyond that 9to5er what do we do that is really substantive? And substantive as in not bettering ourselves but bettering others. Coaching, teaching, volunteering, working with kids, reading to the elderly, giving time to something besides reading, vacationing, golfing, workshopping, me my and myselfing.
Maybe our invested time shouldn't only return the few anecdotes we drop off at our next social gathering either.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
"Chiken and Porn," almost...
Recently I heard an NPR rebroadcast of a Frederick Kaufman interview about his article comparing the Food Network to pornography. What was fascinating was not the heavyhanded overtones of sex and sex, but the "brain in the gut." No that's not some S&M thing, read the article you wandering minds.
Watching cooking and eating is like watching sex, we are not there, that viseral experience is still virtual. Kaufman points out that these senses do not appeal to our intellect but rather our gut. We receive an entirely different, "splanchnic" if you will, sense.
We have been taught that our brains control our feelings, emotions, senses, that it uses the rest of our body to receive the information it processes. But what if other parts of our body process information in a way that we have not yet understood. Grampa's bad knee acts up every time it rains. Your team loses a huge game in the bottom of the 9th and it feels like a punch in the gut. A twin feels pain when the other is hurt. Maybe phantom limb pain is a reaction from not having that part of your body providing a sense.
Occasionally we experience very real but unexplainable intuitions. Have you ever just known, just felt "it," that something good or something bad, either way something big was going to happen to you? And it does?
Anyway, I'm seeing Giada de Laurentiis in a whole new light.
Watching cooking and eating is like watching sex, we are not there, that viseral experience is still virtual. Kaufman points out that these senses do not appeal to our intellect but rather our gut. We receive an entirely different, "splanchnic" if you will, sense.
We have been taught that our brains control our feelings, emotions, senses, that it uses the rest of our body to receive the information it processes. But what if other parts of our body process information in a way that we have not yet understood. Grampa's bad knee acts up every time it rains. Your team loses a huge game in the bottom of the 9th and it feels like a punch in the gut. A twin feels pain when the other is hurt. Maybe phantom limb pain is a reaction from not having that part of your body providing a sense.
Occasionally we experience very real but unexplainable intuitions. Have you ever just known, just felt "it," that something good or something bad, either way something big was going to happen to you? And it does?
Anyway, I'm seeing Giada de Laurentiis in a whole new light.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
New Landing Site
Xanga was becoming too involving, too personal, too stuff-centric. I felt distractions reduced the presentation of text. I know, I could program a module to be asthetically pleasing and more word oriented, but I'm both lazy and dumb, so this switch will have to suffice.
Witness as I impede my own progress towards some minimalist ideal by first clusterfucking the sidebar with links that no one will surely use, second by employing only the thinnest veil of prose to nickel and dime around the lack of substance, third and most important, venting my delusions to print so they may fester in your consciousness and no longer in mine.
Witness as I impede my own progress towards some minimalist ideal by first clusterfucking the sidebar with links that no one will surely use, second by employing only the thinnest veil of prose to nickel and dime around the lack of substance, third and most important, venting my delusions to print so they may fester in your consciousness and no longer in mine.
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