A Validation: Forbidding Parking

Yes, that's right. I have done it again. I have concocted for your drinking pleasure, yet another batch of fine ale. It now resides in my basement, in the bottles, aging. It will be another few weeks before it is even close to being ready to drink. If I was a truly patient person, I would let it age for a month before cracking the first bottle, but we'll see how that goes.

The details:

I used a reddish crushed crystal malt for a nice grainy flavor, along with an amber malt extract for that glorious rich flavor of the red ale. As for dried malt, I used a pale ale barley malt, and it should lend itself to a crisp, clean finish.

As for hops, well, I cut back back on the bittering hops a little. I restrained myself. I didn't use quite as much. Instead, in its place, I added to the brew just at the start of the bittering process, a few cups of chopped rhubarb. Oh, now you're interested, aren't you? Yes, rhubarb. I used all the requisite finishing hops, near the end of the boil, but the star of the show, is the rhubarb that I used to bitter it.

I don't know how it's going to turn out, but it's out of my hands at this point. I took some readings with my hydrometer, and the finishing alchohol content will be around 5-6 percent, which is acceptible for a darker reddish ale.

Yes, my friends, the time to get seriously down to the waiting, has arrived.

by Doctor Kuha



I looked at the mountains,
Asked myself “How did that happen?”
I Looked at a turtle,
The same question sits,
tumbling around
a ball bearing in a bowl.


Some say that God did it,
And Leave it at that. No elaboration.
I would persist, ask again, “How?”
I am rebuked, for asking stupid questions.
rebuked for asking questions
does God have hands?


Someone told me turtles evolved.
Evolved? I asked not knowing what it meant.
I ask my parents, they say, “We don’t believe in that.
We believe in God.” And that was that.
how could I argue?
no need to ask anymore.


But the question still remains.
It rolls around, bounces up and smacks you
There’s too many inconsistencies to ignore
The fact that some people are wrong.
So I ask again,
I ask different people…


Evolution can be reduced to a tautology:
“That which survives, survives.”
Tautologies are meaningless
But not in the same way as…
God did it.
Stop asking questions.


Evolution says, “Keep asking questions.
It’s the only way we will evolve.”
And I like that. It sits nice with me.
So now I don’t believe in God.
We don’t understand everything.
But they understand less.

You know, the pressure is just too much. I want to post on my blog, but I want it to be interesting as well. I would prefer if it be funny, poignant, educational if possible. But it's just too much. I can't spew forth golden streams of pure truth every fucking day. It's just too hard. So what am I going to do about it?

I'm going to find anything, anyone, and any reason whatsoever to blame it on, except myself. The reason that I've settled on is, of course, you, the reader. You're the one that puts this pressure on me.

I hope you're proud of yourself.