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We had a little hassle with the SF Bay Bridge recently, closing it down. You may have heard about it.

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I did the casual carpool this morning. For those outside the SF Bay Area, the casual carpool is a way to reduce congestion during rush hour. I think it’s primarily in the East Bay (across San Francisco Bay from the City), rather than down the peninsula or in Marin county, but they may have it [...]

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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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My assistant brewer, Dave, is good at incredulity, among other things. He’s smart, a fount of the kind of quasi-useful knowledge copyeditors excel at (e.g., they are vocal cords, not chords; the word is actually supersede, not supercede, although some style manuals now accept the typo as a new “variant”), he knows a lot about movies, [...]

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Disney seems to be an irony free zone. There is an immediacy to the experience here, a lack of reflection, doubtless derived from the novelty of childhood, the newness of sensations.

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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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 Well, maybe fun isn’t the right word — maybe “not too depressing” or “capable of disseminating optimism” or “might increase your faith in our leaders.”

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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 don’t always notice things, I admit. Or, rather, I may not always notice things that others notice, such as, perhaps, my wife.

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Last weekend we were up in the foothills of the Sierras, visiting some of the little Gold Country towns connected by highway 49, named for the miners who arrived there a century and a half ago, hoping to strike it rich.

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