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Either Grandfather works mysteriously from beyond the grave, or the clutter at Medford has simply reached the point where I can never reasonably expect to be able to store anything and put my hands on it again when I need to. While attempting to pull a shirt on over my head this morning I knocked loose a little basket that has been hanging by a hook from the ceiling over by the window near our bed and my "crow's cache" came raining down on my head. There in a little linen bag was my great grandfather's antique compass, as well as all the little shiney things I've collected throughout my life, and among them was the diamond Grandfather had given me. "You want that?", I offered.

So we still have to set a date. H's thinking Halloween, which I like, but technically the meads for our honeymoon won't be ready until this time next year. "No hurry", is what Grandfather seems to be telling us, "one thing at a time."

"How do I manage this?", I once asked my father, "How does one go about making a decision like this?"
"Carefully", was his answer.

All things reveal themselves in time. The planets must be coming into alignment. In my own little anti-climactic fashion I popped the question.
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. . . We've made an offer on a house!

*EDIT* If you'd like to get your hopes up on our behalf you can take the virtual tour of 1006 N Royal Ave., although we'll be spinning far better tunes should the deal go through! You might want to mute your volume settings accordingly ;)

4.2% abv

Oct. 26th, 2006 01:53 pm
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After today the first beer I've ever made (the Dusseldorf Alt) will be ready for consumption. After two weeks of patiently waiting on its bottle conditioning; labelling it like one would name their own child; after two weeks of patiently waiting through its second stage of fermentation, patiently and expectantly watching its primary fermentation; after an hour of boiling and hopping; after cleaning all that stuff, sanitizing all that stuff it's as ready as it'll ever be. Although I didn't 'create' the batch that I boiled, fermented racked, re-racked and bottled, I did make it; condensed beer-from-a-can that it might be. But in doing so I feel that for the first time and through my own conscious effort I include myself in the ancient process of civilization.
Beer is one of the oldest beverages humans have produced, dating back to at least the 5th millennium BC — prior even to writing — and recorded in the written history of Ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia.

When I get home a growler or two for the crew and a pint each for Pops and I go into the fridge, and we shall see if there is any hope at all for the other younger batches that are in various stages of fermentation around the house. Let us pray. . .
Bless, oh Lord, this creature beer that Thou hast been pleased to bring forth from the sweetness of the grain: That it might be a salutary remedy for the human race: And grant, by invocation of Thy holy name, that, whosoever drinks of it shall obtain serenity of mind (the gruit excluded, obviously), health of body, and a sure safeguard for the soul. Through (insert the deity of your choosing here) Christ, our Lord

doodlemaier: (Joy)
If Id'a known Id'a never. . .

Bottled the altbier tonight because I didn't want to do it on Friday the 13th and we're going to be outta town for the weekend. But that's really what I needed - a full day. It took me 4½ hours to get roughly four gallons (plus the dregs which are wonderful, and are keeping me from typing now. . . hic! Beginners skill!) I have a FG of 1.016 {from OG 1.050} and. . .
• 4 2L growlers (for material a support party)
• 9 pints (swingtops, to enjoy with guests and friends), and
• 12 - 12oz US bottles (to give away)
It smells yummy and malty, it tastes yummy and malty and I need to remember to have all my equipment handy (no more last-chance trips to Home Depot: Although, walk in there 5 minutes before they close, ask a bunch of stupid questions and when they want to know about the application tell them "beer". Even the 'I-could-a-give-a-shit-less' crowd will do back flips to help you! No matter what you're looking for tell them you're making beer!) make a bottling bucket that doesn't spend the last gallon filtering dregs. 2ndary everything, definitely be more patient with myself! I can do this. . . . I have done this. Shit, Scotty even said he liked it more than the professional, fizzy, hoppy IPA from Sweetwater Tavern that I was drinking in process. Bottled on 10/12/2006 and ready to chill and drink by 10/26/2006!

It sucked and took way too much time.

I will send the 1st beer bottled of my 1st batch to J-me to archive in his beer shrine (Yes, Dude has a beer shrine), but to be enjoyed no later than April 1st, 2007. Make tape labels accordingl, post to [ profile] homebrewing and the rest . . .

doodlemaier: (PartyDevil)
There's beer in the bottom of that bucket a bub-bub-bubbling away!

Happy Birthday Altbier!

O.G. - 1.050
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You're Hobbes!

You're Hobbes. First of all, the makers of this quiz would like to congratulate you. You have our seal of approval. You are kind, intelligent, loving, and good-humoredly practical. You're proud of who you are. At the same time, you're tolerant of those who lack your clearsightedness. You're always playful, but never annoying. For these traits, you are well-loved, and with good cause. (You fuckin' rock!)

Which famous feline are you?
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It's a beautiful thing indeed not to believe in anything (belief and obsession are good indicators that we're stuck in our growth) but I'd have eaten a big slug (with cordite, not salt) years ago if I hadn't realized that all the fucked-up things going on around me were expressions of the divine, and were leading me somewhere, rather than being mere random events that rubbed my ego the wrong way! Given enough  time and a thimble full of wisdom we can look back and trace the path we have taken since those pivotal upheavals and breakdowns to find that they have lead us exactly to where we are now. We make changes accordingly, consciously. . . we decide to be a different way. Resultantly, our perception vibrates at a different frequency, and new experiences come rushing into our lives which relfect the shift in our gravity - it's magnetism! (yin's prolly call it 'chemistry'). All this because we at once began to see things free of our expectations and judgments, closer to their true essence rather than being filtered through our perceptions of limit and desire. We have faith when we can finally accept the moment for what it is rather than judging it for what it is not, because it is perfect and imbued with everything we need (to learn). So it becomes our practice to love those moments which have heretofore let us down and we strengthen faith - suddenly, we feel ourselves relax and we are in Love!


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