In Portland, beards are a thing. They just are. I don’t have one-my face really doesn’t want to do the beard thing-and that’s fine. It’s a beard, not a lifestyle.
But if point 11 on this list is true well then…I’ll take my extra beer, thank you very much.
Sorry, folks; Just not quite feeling up to snuff and so I didn’t get out to write. Instead of half-assing it, I’m going to stay in and warm.
And since I’m lucky enough to have a home to stay warm in, today’s second pint goes to the National Low Income Housing Coalition.
Adidas has made beer-proof shoes.
That’s really it. Yes, it’s absurd and yes, you can accomplish the same thing with a good pair of hiking shoes and some waterproofer.
But what the heck; we can have some fun, right? Maybe not $240.00 worth. But some.
I’m on the road soon, so the next post will go up Wednesday the 13th. Cheers!
A friend sent me a link to a machine that brews beer and man, do I hate marketing speak.
I feel like owning this machine would some instantly turn me into a self-righteous asshole who has forgotten what the word ‘generosity’ means, so long as I have a beer in hand.
While I was running through the Ecliptic brewery, sliding around actual professionals who make beer for a living I saw this:
And I thought, “I have a hydrometer like that at home.”
Which brought to mind this scene from Hoosiers.
I don’t talk about it much, but I don’t consider myself to be a great brewer. I have had a lot more failure than successes, more undrinkable beers than drinkable ones. I won’t deny that I have improved: twelve years of brewing should show some improvement, damnit. I just seem to drink beers made by others that are (almost) always better than mine.
In the end though, there isn’t any magical difference between what they’re doing as professionals and what I’m doing. Skill, certainly, knowledge, more expensive tools, no question.
But it’s not magic. It’s just work.
This is Sherpa, and yesterday we had to put him down. I’d known him for 11 years and no matter what I was writing at this computer, he showed up to insist that I provide some space on my lap for him.
He was a good kitty and he will be missed by everyone who met him. He was just like that, you know?
I miss my friend and I hope he knows I love him.
We’ll get back to the beer stuff on Wednesday.
I know I usually have content posted on Fridays but this Friday I expect to be at the Oregon Brewer’s Fest! So I am going to have a post on Saturday, reviewing what I’ve had so people can use those notes if they haven’t gone yet.
Saturday itself, I plan on being at Bailey’s Taproom for their 8th anniversary event and, in a change of pace (and because Bailey’s has wifi), I thought I’d live-Tweet the experience. If that interests you, the Twitter feed is here.
With all that celebration, I think I’ll be taking the week of the 27th off though! That’s a lot of beer to get through in two days, so I think I’ve earned a break.