Monday, August 30, 2004

Of Dad and Homebrew

"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."
Benjamin Franklin

A few weeks ago, my wife and I spent some time with my Dad and my step-mom in their mountaintop home. We enjoyed ourselves and we soaked in the view of the beautiful So Cal mountain ranges and quaint feel of the “down town” area near their house. It was a true retreat, a chance to get away from all the stuff that clutters my mind here on the coast.

After returning to life in the city I got to thinking about the times I’ve had to spend with my dad and my step-mom over the past year and it made me sad to realize that it has been well over a year since we last visited them at their house. I mean, we see them about once a month or so but usually it’s somewhere "off the hill". These visits usually revolve around some family function like a birthday, a graduation, anniversary or, lately, funerals. We never seem to visit them just to visit them.

Well, by this point my brain was in the groove for thinking deeply about life, the universe and everything and I’m pretty sure that this is what lead me to thinking about the batch of Hefeweizen homebrewed beer my dad and I “put down” during our last visit.

To "put down" a batch of Hefeweizen homebrewed beer, as I’ve learned, involves several steps and a good amount of time. You must sterilize your equipment, boil your water and malt extract and then let it simmer with the hops. You add this, that and the other thing over time then you bring the whole concoction to a boil and then simmer it down again, removing the foam and then simmer it some more. Eventually, after a few more steps like adding the yeast and even more water (I’ve left these out to spare you), you cover the whole mix and let it sit and ferment for about two or three weeks. The beer will then need to be bottled for a further fermentation and “mellowing” process and should be ready to drink sometime in October.

As we were doing all this, I was thinking that it takes a lot of work and patience to make a good beer. You have to be committed through to the end product. You must take the work seriously because even the slightest contamination or misstep could ruin some two to three months of work (or more depending on what kind of beer you’re making). In short, shoddy work makes for shoddy beer, but give it a little TLC and you can literally taste the difference.

This whole process inspired me to think about the manner in which I approach my relationship with my dad and I drew a comparison: A good relationship, as in a good beer, is a labor of love. There are parts that are easy and totally fun to take part in. There are also parts that are tedious and less enjoyable than others. Still, in the end it’s the fruit of the labor (or, where beer is concerned, the fermentation of the labor) that makes it all worthwhile. A relationship that is cared for and tended to has much to give in return. There’s not much to say about a relationship that is neglected.

Well, Dad and I won’t be able to drink this batch of beer for a while yet, but that didn’t stop us from cracking open a few cold ones later on that day. We sat out on his deck (which I helped him build, now that I’m thinking about it) and discussed the stuff of life. Some big topics and some not so big…. The sun went down and we continued our conversation well into the evening. It was a great day and I think that this batch of homebrew is going to turn out nicely.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

A Witty Retort

This comment was such a home run that I thought it deserved a post all its own. Good on ya, KMJ! I'll have to come up with a Northwestern version, but I'll only post it if it is as cool as your's.

I Loved You, California
by KMJ

I Love You Southern CaliforniaI love you, Southern California,
you're the greatest *state* of all
I love what you call winter feels the same as spring and fall.

I love you Fountain Valley; your smoggy mountains I adore.
I love your pristine beaches (the toxic run-off I’ll ignore).

I love your flower-children; I love Hollywood and Vine,
I love you, California; you’ve arrested this heart of mine.

I love your metered onramps – I love your carpool lanes,
I love your endless gridlock, and inability to drive in the rain,

I love your greyish sunsets, love your skies of azure brown,
I love you, California; even when my asthma keeps me down.

I love you, Land of Face Lifts, with your beauties bought and sold,
I loved you in my childhood, and I'll love you when I'm chronologically old
-although I will still totally never have wrinkles or cellulite or thin lips or unwaxed legs or natural pigmentation or baggy, saggy parts or anything else that resembles normal age - it just isn't natural!

And I know if I sell my house right now, a mansion I could own
In any place I want, except my sunny California home.

****Sorry, but it was begging for it. Respectfully, your expatriate Californian friend.

Monday, August 16, 2004

I Love You, California!

Incensed and generally worked-up-into-a-huffy-puff by the anti-Californian sentiment that inspired a recent post I decided to see if I could put into words my love for this great Golden State. In my endeavor to express my "Amor de California" I came across the official state song. Please share and enjoy!


I love You California
Written by F. B. Silverwood/Composed by A. F. Frankenstein

I love you, California, you're the greatest state of all
I love you in the winter, summer, spring, and in the fall.
I love your fertile valleys; your dear mountains I adore,
I love your grand old ocean and I love her rugged shore.

I love your redwood forests - love your fields of yellow grain,
I love your summer breezes, and I love your winter rain,
I love you, land of flowers; land of honey, fruit and wine,
I love you, California; you have won this heart of mine.

I love your old gray Missions - love your vineyards stretching far,
I love you, California, with your Golden Gate ajar,
I love your purple sunsets, love your skies of azure blue,
I love you, California; I just can't help loving you.

I love you, Catalina - you are very dear to me,
I love you, Tamalpais, and I love Yosemite,
I love you, Land of Sunshine, half your beauties are untold,
I loved you in my childhood, and I'll love you when I'm old.

When the snow crowned Golden Sierras
Keep their watch o'er the valleys bloom.
It is there I would be in our land by the sea,
Ev'ry breeze bearing rich perfume,
It is here nature gives of her rarest,
It is Home Sweet Home to me.
And I know when I die I shall breathe my last sigh
For my sunny California.

*sniff* and I know that when I die *honk* I shall breathe my last sweet good *sniff* bye for you my sunny California! *sob crumble in a state of wrecked emotion*

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Work in Progress

I am working on a piece for the blog that is very uncharacteristic. It's so freakin' introspective that it's taking me forever. Anyway, entertain yourselves with these little numbers until it is done.


SIX FEET UNDER
The instructions are in German so...

To Play (you must have flash player to play)


  • Press the right arrow key repeatedly to make the hearse go faster
  • Press the space bar when you get into the pink shaded area on the road, but be careful to stop before you hit the brick wall.
  • See how far the coffin flies (my best is 612.88 meters)

The Original Tombstone Generator

This should be self explanatory and as they say, "Post 'em if you got 'em!"

Thursday, August 05, 2004

You'll get nuthin' and like it, Tim!


Pull My Finger!

Another stranger but true pastime.

Too busy these days to blog it. (or actually too lazy and unmotivated to write the stuff that comes into my head.) Enjoy this picture instead. It says 1000 words.