It is done.
It's been about 2 & 1/2 weeks since I brewed my first batch, I'm certain that it is done, and I'm hoping it is not contaminated with wild yest. If it is contaminated, which it likely is, I am hoping that is by something akin to the magically tasty Belgian yeasts. That is, much like lambic, yogurt, or cheese, that it has gone bad in a good way. Indeed that is what fermentation is all about anyway. So I'll be bottling it on Friday, hopefully all will be well with that.
I've finally bought my Mountain Bike. After searching and studying and test riding I have finally found a bike that I am not only satisfied with, but pleased with. My lateral collateral ligament seems to be mostly healed, thanks to the rehab, so I plan on testing everything out on a full ride Friday or Saturday. Since I haven't done any serious activity for about a month due to the knee, I'll be taking it slow to start. Hopefully, in a week, it will suck a lot less.
Despite having seen a Miata with a bike stuffed in it's passenger compartment, I'm going to have to get a bike rack. I'm not certain what sort of bike was in the Miata, as a single tire will not even comfortably fit length wise in the passenger compartment. It would probably fit well enough if I took off the rear sprocket, but I don't believe that to be a good idea. Instead, it looks like I'm going to have to get a metal shop to build me a rack or, more likely, I'll modify an existing one. It'll be nice if I can fit 2 on it, so that is my expectation and goal. Initial probing suggests the Sports Authority sells them.
My cousin Jay has died in a car accident. He was only 18 and from what I understand, while attempting to avoid a deer, he rolled his car & hit a tree in some manner that resulted in he and his girlfriend being crushed to death. Since his friend in the back was unscathed, I'm hoping for Jay's sake that the tree/telephone pole impacted length wise and destroyed the front seats in a matter of milliseconds. Being so young, I expect he jerked the wheel hard to one side to avoid the deer which would have resulted in the roll, and that he was traveling at a rate of speed in some amount of excess. While those 2 factors would have directly contributed to his death rather than a hospitalization, it makes it more likely that he died faster which is better than in three weeks when he can't be weaned off a ventilator and better than bleeding to death waiting for an ambulance. While exsanguination is a good enough way to go, seldom does the hole required to make it expedient occur in a manner that is not unsettling to the person experiencing it. Though, again, a high speed impact could do it. So my thoughts are essentially that he died in the least worst way. And I'm certain that the family is not taking it well.
I realize that I'm a different person than everyone else, and when I die, even if it's traumatically, I hope my family takes it well. I've lived my life with my own choices, and not all of them have been great or inspired, but I have made them all myself through some choice or other. That's what's most important to me, that I lived the life I wanted to. And since no one will be affected by my death greater than me, I see no reason why I shouldn't dictate the mood.
I want a party.
You have my permission to go into my wine & beer collection and drink everything, that's what I bought it for. There should be music, pick from my CDs, something upbeat and happy if you can.
If I fell off a cliff, and my camera survived, I want the pictures I was taking (as well as my other work) to be shown gallery style. If I die in an auto-related accident, I want to be shown with pictures of my car. If I am violently murdered defending myself or others, then I would like my martial arts trophies and paraphernalia to be put on display. And if I die of natural causes, I want all of those things to be on display. Be sure to include some group photos of me with friends and family, even if I'm eventually poisoned by one of them (although you can exclude that person, who is obviously a jerk). Because those things are wonderful to me, even if they may be involved in my death at some later time, they brought me plenty of joy before that and allowed me to live a life worth living. And that's all that really matters. Think of all the things I did that made us both happy, because even now there are things that I haven't done yet and will probably never do and there is no reason to cry over that.
So, be respectful, and throw a party.
I've finally bought my Mountain Bike. After searching and studying and test riding I have finally found a bike that I am not only satisfied with, but pleased with. My lateral collateral ligament seems to be mostly healed, thanks to the rehab, so I plan on testing everything out on a full ride Friday or Saturday. Since I haven't done any serious activity for about a month due to the knee, I'll be taking it slow to start. Hopefully, in a week, it will suck a lot less.
Despite having seen a Miata with a bike stuffed in it's passenger compartment, I'm going to have to get a bike rack. I'm not certain what sort of bike was in the Miata, as a single tire will not even comfortably fit length wise in the passenger compartment. It would probably fit well enough if I took off the rear sprocket, but I don't believe that to be a good idea. Instead, it looks like I'm going to have to get a metal shop to build me a rack or, more likely, I'll modify an existing one. It'll be nice if I can fit 2 on it, so that is my expectation and goal. Initial probing suggests the Sports Authority sells them.
My cousin Jay has died in a car accident. He was only 18 and from what I understand, while attempting to avoid a deer, he rolled his car & hit a tree in some manner that resulted in he and his girlfriend being crushed to death. Since his friend in the back was unscathed, I'm hoping for Jay's sake that the tree/telephone pole impacted length wise and destroyed the front seats in a matter of milliseconds. Being so young, I expect he jerked the wheel hard to one side to avoid the deer which would have resulted in the roll, and that he was traveling at a rate of speed in some amount of excess. While those 2 factors would have directly contributed to his death rather than a hospitalization, it makes it more likely that he died faster which is better than in three weeks when he can't be weaned off a ventilator and better than bleeding to death waiting for an ambulance. While exsanguination is a good enough way to go, seldom does the hole required to make it expedient occur in a manner that is not unsettling to the person experiencing it. Though, again, a high speed impact could do it. So my thoughts are essentially that he died in the least worst way. And I'm certain that the family is not taking it well.
I realize that I'm a different person than everyone else, and when I die, even if it's traumatically, I hope my family takes it well. I've lived my life with my own choices, and not all of them have been great or inspired, but I have made them all myself through some choice or other. That's what's most important to me, that I lived the life I wanted to. And since no one will be affected by my death greater than me, I see no reason why I shouldn't dictate the mood.
I want a party.
You have my permission to go into my wine & beer collection and drink everything, that's what I bought it for. There should be music, pick from my CDs, something upbeat and happy if you can.
If I fell off a cliff, and my camera survived, I want the pictures I was taking (as well as my other work) to be shown gallery style. If I die in an auto-related accident, I want to be shown with pictures of my car. If I am violently murdered defending myself or others, then I would like my martial arts trophies and paraphernalia to be put on display. And if I die of natural causes, I want all of those things to be on display. Be sure to include some group photos of me with friends and family, even if I'm eventually poisoned by one of them (although you can exclude that person, who is obviously a jerk). Because those things are wonderful to me, even if they may be involved in my death at some later time, they brought me plenty of joy before that and allowed me to live a life worth living. And that's all that really matters. Think of all the things I did that made us both happy, because even now there are things that I haven't done yet and will probably never do and there is no reason to cry over that.
So, be respectful, and throw a party.