The bars are open, but I’m still getting my beer to go. A Dab Lab Lil Dab IPA from Block 15, delivered via the fine people at Proper Pint is what I’ve got today.
I suppose that’s a bit of a vibe for the week: X is ‘normal’ but I’m still living like nothing is.
I pick out some lime, but also some dankness in the nose. The bitterness starts to push pithy elements rather fast, through the mouthfeel on the finish is dry. That’s unusual. The Dab is hazy enough I can’t easily see through it, but I can make out shapes.
The ABV here is 4.5% which suggests to me that this wants to be a beer you can put down post work out. It’s supposed to be refreshing. I don’t feel the Lil Dab is crisp enough for that, and the bitterness is a wee bit strong.
The feds are gone (in the loosest sense of the phrase), but I’m still wandering down to the Justice Center, still taking photos around Portland to try and demonstrate the city isn’t a lawless wasteland.
The election is still on for November, but I’m starting to think like events are going to go south in a way we haven’t seen in America in a hundred years. Wondering how to plan for a winter of contentment, if you will.
The tear gas has cleared but the health consequences are unknown. Walking downtown the other day, I saw one of the brass bubbler water fountains near the Justice Center, the metal covered with black spots, like inky rain had fallen on it and stained the metal.
Portland protesters were tear gassed more than anyone we know of in decades and nobody knows what’s going to happen to those people. Hell, the lower floors of the Justice Center became uninhabitable due to the volume of glass being thrown around. People stopped coming into work if they worked on those floors.
The pandemic is on, but now I know there was a movement at the highest levels of government to let my state and others who didn’t fall in line die. We know they’re OK with us dying…so I wonder what they really think the next move is?
The amount of homeless people is about to skyrocket, but I’m still paying my rent, trying to support where I can.
It would be nice if the path ahead were made a bit easier.
Some days, the path just doesn’t give you much.
Today’s second pint goes to Don’t Shoot PDX.