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I was bottling some India pale ale on our back deck this weekend, busy filling the bottles before I cap them, when I found out that my adrenal gland still works.

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I Want To Go Shopping

Okay, not so much.

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 Tagged again, or memed, as Amuirin put it. Meme is one of those slippery weords for me which I have to look up to find it’s a cultural concept that gets passed around, but still somehow it remains elusive for me, so I keep looking it up.  (And weord is so a word, it’s just one I made up, combining weird [...]

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Yesterday, I described how I decided to take a day off from work to brew a second batch of Belgian wit ale this autumn. 

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 I may be providing the beer for our office holiday party. So this year I’ve brewed some of the recipes that have turned out well for me before, rather than experimenting. I’d like to bring an assortment, from last winter’s lager through a few ales and a rich stout, but something went wrong with September’s [...]

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My friend G is a big Frank Lloyd Wright fan, as is my wife. I liked the house, too, especially for all its unique features, the clever corner windows, cube upon cube, which open out to let in the breeze on hot days. Given the cookie cutter Levittown reality of post-war ranch house suburban America, it [...]

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Going with the Grain

Last May my former office mate, current friend, and assistant brewer Dave brought his camera over when we brewed a stout together.  It was a nice sunny afternoon. I had the equipment set up out on the brewing pad, a ballgame on the radio, and our pups were out enjoying the sun and keeping an [...]

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Bamboo stalks and leaves are easy enough to whack away and dispose of. It’s the rhizomes that wear you out.

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My friend Dave came over to help me bottle this winter’s lager. It was good to catch up, and he had the amusing news that he had been to a rock concert for the first time in, well, years. The Moody Blues were in town. Yup, dinosaur rock. Someone had canceled in the 11th hour, [...]

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“I don’t care if people think differently about me because I’m black,” Lou said, half-turned on his barstool to face Murphy. “Hell, I don’t even care if they like me. They don’t have to like me.”
Murphy chuckled uneasily as the bar went quiet. Karen and Cindy had been talking but now looked over, and Emil [...]

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