We are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out-dated foolish or obnoxious. One is asked to view their total error their life-waste with kindliness, especially if they are aged. But age is the total of our doing. They have aged badly because they have lived out of focus, they have refused to see. Not their fault? Whose fault? Mine? I am asked to hide my viewpoint from them for fear of their fear. Age is no crime but the shame of a deliberately wasted life among so many deliberately wasted lives is.
Walking in to work this morning I noted that the Board of Regents for the University of Maryland is being held at my campus today. It reminded me of something that happened 26 years ago, a few months after I started. The story in the Baltimore Sun the next day says it all:
An animal rights activist in a full-body, yellow-feathered chicken suit shoved a cream pie in the face of poultry magnate Frank Perdue today during a wild demonstration at a University of Maryland Board of Regents meeting in Baltimore.
After a 10-minute chase around the University of Baltimore campus, police finally cornered the chicken impersonator and hauled her off to the Central District lockup, along with three other activists who interrupted the regents’ meeting.
This past Saturday, the homebrew club I belong to spent a lovely day brewing variations on an IPA for the National Homebrewers Conference taking place next month here in Baltimore. In case you are interested, my variation to the base recipe used rye. And because “Pics, or it didn’t happen,” here are some of the pictures I took.
My Rye PA, using the brew-in-a-bag method
Club president getting ready to. sparge
This will turn out to be a very dark (ninja) IPA, using darker malts
Haven’t posted in a really long time. Shame on me. 🙂 I’ll try to post a little more. Now that the weather is getting warmer, I’ll fire up my brew kettle and regale you with my attempts at brewing drinkable Weizen and Belgian-style beers.
In the meantime, check out Books I Have Read page, which I have been updating on a regular basis.
The Third Annual Tool Brew was held this past Saturday at Baltimore’s Tool Library in Station North. Brewers from a couple of the brew clubs around the area, including mine, got together to brew a bunch of different beers and listen to some bluegrass.
I went in order to learn how to brew using all grains instead of the mostly extract brewing I have been doing. I teamed up with our club president to brew an English style brown ale.
Our temporary setup. Water boiler on the top, mash tun ((AKA a tricked up cooler), and the brew kettle on the floor.
He took apart his home brewing setup and devised this on-site setup. The water kettle at the top was heated to a temperature of slightly above 170 degrees Farenheit. We then ran it to the mash tun – a cooler fitted with a pipe manifold – to mix with the crushed malted grains our recipe called for. This water was kept above 165 degrees for about 45 minutes, by which time the grains had released their sugars into the water. The water was then piped into the brew kettle. We also rinsed the grains with water from the boiling kettle – enough to create 13 gallons in the brew kettle. This sugar water is more commonly known as the wort and was a wonderful brown ale color.
Bringing the wort to a boil in the brew kettle while chatting to some of the other brewers
We brought the wort to a rolling boil and added the bittering hops (for flavor) and boiled the wort for about 45 minutes before adding in some aroma hops. Five minutes later we added som more aroma hops. Ten minutes after that we turned off the flame and hooked up our wort chiller in order to bring it down to our fermentation temperature of 70 degrees. When that was achieved, we siphoned the wort into 2 separate 5 gallon fermentation buckets and added some English ale yeast. 9 days later I’ll transfer it (rack it) to a fermentation carboy and dry hop it. A week or so after that comes bottling/kegging day. It should be ready to drink by the first week in May.
When I visit my relatives my trip, like Gaul, is divided into 3 parts. I usually spend the first part with my relatives in Oberammergau/Bad Kohlgrub, with a side trip to Munich. The second (usually short) part is spent with relatives near Augsburg. This year I saw the Augsburg relatives when they visited my aunt in Bad Kohlgrub, so I skipped that leg. I usually end my trip visiting another cousin and her husband near Mühldorf. In a bit of good fortune, one of her sons was having his son baptized that weekend, so I was able to go to that.
The family gathered outside the chapel
The Taufe was held in a itsy bitsy chapel within walking distance, so we walked.
Walkin’ to the chapel …
The ceremony was lead by a deacon and not a priest and was absolutely lovely. Afterward, we gathered at my cousin’s son’s house for some Leberkas and Alte Liebe
Mmmmm, Leberkas u. Kartoffelsalat.
My last evening in Bayern was spent at the Unertl restaurant in Mühldorf, where we had a lovely dinner, great conversation, and a Weissbierlikör that was pretty amazing.
Leben, Kochen, Bücher, Bier, u. Fußball 