Spoilers!
Well, not really. This is just a wish list of things I hope happen in Season 3.
Seeing since the Duffer's love 80's and tropes, this is what I'd like to see and hopefully I am predicting things correctly and they will eventually invite me to help write an episode or 4.
1: One of the gang members leaves!
Like Karate Kids 2 (released in 1986), which opens up and Daniel's love interested and mom are no longer around or seen at all! But not that extreme.
One of the gang is moving, like Max or Lucas. The heart break of them not being together anymore, would mimic/mirror El and Mike, where they would be separated but then come back together near the end of the season for some last second saving and as kicking!
2: Nancy get's pregnant, but by who?
The 80's were littered with teenage pregnancy (see there, her name is even in the word!). Having her have a fling with Steve after having already slept with Jonathan, would lead to even more intrigue and soap opera like 80's drama! Even better? The birth (in season 4) is something not of this world, or maybe it is a normal baby, but born in the UpSide Down, or born in the normal world but then snatched away to the UpSide Down? Pick one, the all sound good to me.
3: The main action of the season is a potential "poltergeist" and a psychic comes to town to help deal with it.
Horror themed, ghostly apparitions, more invasive attack from whatever is in the UD. Maybe town folks start to become infested/possessed with slugs, and now there are multiple "spies". Since the gap was closed off, the big bad in the UD uses the radio and tv waves like El did, and infects victims that way; creates temporary portals in the Tv to suck them in, infect them, and spit them out.
Lucas's little sister could be the one who gets nabbed, for additional drama and then Max returns to help save her, solidifying their relationship.
Plus, who doesn't like a good psychic showing up and helping out.
Bonus: a Native American psychic or shaman shows up as well, or is the main psychic.
4: More 80's nostalgia overload.
Roller skating rink? Maybe the gang is seen leaving a movie theater and they are talking about how good or unbelievable the movie was, and the scene shot widens to reveal the marque: The Goonies.
The journalist writes another column about the poltergeist infestation as being part of the Russian Cold War program. Threat of nuclear war hovers and gets mentioned a few times. Maybe some Japan robot toys, electronic, get possessed by the big bad from the UD? That may be too cheesy.
They need to eat pizza. And one of them needs to get into programming.The small taste of it in S2 by. the dearly departed hero needs to be followed up. War Games inspired, and that leads to the squelching of the robots controlled by the big bad in the UD.
I'd write fan fiction but I am too busy (lazy) and have other things to do (nap).
- Joshua
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Sunday, May 31, 2015
New Year, things change
Lots of things have changed in the last many weeks: I graduated college, I moved to Seattle, went to Spokane for the Christmas holiday, went to San Diego for New Years Eve, and now I am booking a flight back to Kansas where my grandfather is in his last days. I have been researching flights, planes (yes, I prefer the ones with a decent power to weight ratio), trying to unpack, clean, re-pack, and cash out my 401k from my most recent job so I can afford to live for the next few weeks while I am out of town attending to family matters and not able to work (also, wow flight prices change fast. I was quoted $165 and then had to arrange things then called back to book and it was less than an hour later but the price was $193...and then I needed to hang up again to get the hospital information for the medical flight discount, so would have to call back and then who knows what the price will be. I also can't tell if I am either really thorough and do good research or am just terrible at making decisions).
I am in the thick of it early in the year, which is what it is, and I am not going to make up some story about how this is indicative of how the rest of 2015 will play out. But it has been fast paced and challenging so far, and while I do get the luxury of not being employed right now, that in itself is a source of stress.
I remember sitting in a mulberry tree with my sister growing up, eating ripe purple black berries until we were stained and full. The neighbor was not happy however. The tree was on the property line and the ownership of said tree was debated. We made sure we always stayed in the branches on grandpas side.
He was a gardener, well actually more like a small farmer. He had two large gardens in his yard, and grew carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce, kohlrabi, radishes, peas (his fresh snap peas were so good), spinach, and I am sure other things as well. It was so bountiful that often he would share with the neighbors, and they became the recipients of jars of pickles and whatever else might have been ripe and in excess. He was exceptional when it came to growing food and taking care of soil.
He also had very large compost piles, that would steam on cold days. For some reason my sibling and I used to love to play in it. Grandma was not fond of us playing in it. Grandma would not let us back in her clean house until we had stripped out of our compost covered clothes and march straight to the shower.
He cooked lots of that fresh produce he grew, and made delicacies such as pan fried chicken, fried gizzards (I never really cared for these) and ham slop! Ham slop was a creation of one of his friend's dad when he was growing up. My grandfather and some friends had been hanging out and had to go retrieve one of their brothers from the bar. When they got him back home they decided to stick around and the friend's father made some ham slop. Basically it was a ham bone, water, and whatever was left over in the fridge or the cupboard that was less than a serving. It could be some tomatoes, peppers, pasta, rice, whatever. The result was so good that grandpa started making it, and I have enjoyed it many times. It is fantastic and now I am hungry for it as usual.
He taught me how to play baseball, to become a better pitcher and fielder. He was very knowledgeable about trees and could identify different species just by looking at them, something I have always envied. He also knew the history of the tree and if was susceptible to disease and which insects.
The backyard was large enough not only to have two large gardens but also sled down during the winter. It was always a blast, and a short, fast and some times rough experience if there was ice. I guess it was safer that sledding in the streets.
When I was older I remember that he would let me mow the lawn from time to time in order to get some money when I was in need of gas or snacks. This happened so rarely that I don't recall what he actually paid me nor what the going rates were back then. Regardless, I'd like to think he paid me well.
I will always remember my grandfather as being a kind man, who had many things to teach and share, especially his way of being. He was handy and wanted to help if he could. Of course I only knew him as a grandfather and not as a father, and I am not foolish enough to believe those experiences are similar. But I knew him as only I could know him, and to me he was what he was; a crafty loving farming generous man who knew how to cook.
Thanks grandpa, I cherish your contributions to my life now and forever.
P.S. I wanted to write this and post it some time ago, and yes the guilt of having delayed it was on me. I am sitting here in California having attended my cousin's high school graduation. While here I was surrounded by members of my mother's side of the family, and my Uncle's family as well. I had a completely different experience of sharing time with them. Perhaps my maturity allowed me to see a wider, more broad, interpretation of them. Instead of just my mom being my mom, I realized that who I am is a reminder of a moment in her past that she shared with my father, and since they divorced shortly after I was 6ish, I am a reminder of that love, that bitterness perhaps, and I realized that sometimes it might be hard for her. I am not sure if that is true for her or not, but it seems to me if I was in her situation, it could might be that way. So I have seen that extra type of courage in my mother, and feel as if I know her better.
As for hiking and cooking, well not much of that has happened recently, other than the occasional cooking of steaks. I think I may change the name of the blog, but not sure if I really want to. Sort of fun that it has a name that is not really the main subject matter any longer. However, keeping it may encourage me to do more of it. Also, I need to brew more often.
I am in the thick of it early in the year, which is what it is, and I am not going to make up some story about how this is indicative of how the rest of 2015 will play out. But it has been fast paced and challenging so far, and while I do get the luxury of not being employed right now, that in itself is a source of stress.
I remember sitting in a mulberry tree with my sister growing up, eating ripe purple black berries until we were stained and full. The neighbor was not happy however. The tree was on the property line and the ownership of said tree was debated. We made sure we always stayed in the branches on grandpas side.
Mulberry
He was a gardener, well actually more like a small farmer. He had two large gardens in his yard, and grew carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, lettuce, kohlrabi, radishes, peas (his fresh snap peas were so good), spinach, and I am sure other things as well. It was so bountiful that often he would share with the neighbors, and they became the recipients of jars of pickles and whatever else might have been ripe and in excess. He was exceptional when it came to growing food and taking care of soil.
He also had very large compost piles, that would steam on cold days. For some reason my sibling and I used to love to play in it. Grandma was not fond of us playing in it. Grandma would not let us back in her clean house until we had stripped out of our compost covered clothes and march straight to the shower.
Kohlrabi
We used his basement often, taking apart small engines or electrical boxes, or whatever else intrigued us, and then put them back together. We made model planes, lots of model planes. Balsa wood and plastic kits, but I was always more fond of the balsa wood variety for some reason.He cooked lots of that fresh produce he grew, and made delicacies such as pan fried chicken, fried gizzards (I never really cared for these) and ham slop! Ham slop was a creation of one of his friend's dad when he was growing up. My grandfather and some friends had been hanging out and had to go retrieve one of their brothers from the bar. When they got him back home they decided to stick around and the friend's father made some ham slop. Basically it was a ham bone, water, and whatever was left over in the fridge or the cupboard that was less than a serving. It could be some tomatoes, peppers, pasta, rice, whatever. The result was so good that grandpa started making it, and I have enjoyed it many times. It is fantastic and now I am hungry for it as usual.
He taught me how to play baseball, to become a better pitcher and fielder. He was very knowledgeable about trees and could identify different species just by looking at them, something I have always envied. He also knew the history of the tree and if was susceptible to disease and which insects.
The backyard was large enough not only to have two large gardens but also sled down during the winter. It was always a blast, and a short, fast and some times rough experience if there was ice. I guess it was safer that sledding in the streets.
When I was older I remember that he would let me mow the lawn from time to time in order to get some money when I was in need of gas or snacks. This happened so rarely that I don't recall what he actually paid me nor what the going rates were back then. Regardless, I'd like to think he paid me well.
I will always remember my grandfather as being a kind man, who had many things to teach and share, especially his way of being. He was handy and wanted to help if he could. Of course I only knew him as a grandfather and not as a father, and I am not foolish enough to believe those experiences are similar. But I knew him as only I could know him, and to me he was what he was; a crafty loving farming generous man who knew how to cook.
Thanks grandpa, I cherish your contributions to my life now and forever.
P.S. I wanted to write this and post it some time ago, and yes the guilt of having delayed it was on me. I am sitting here in California having attended my cousin's high school graduation. While here I was surrounded by members of my mother's side of the family, and my Uncle's family as well. I had a completely different experience of sharing time with them. Perhaps my maturity allowed me to see a wider, more broad, interpretation of them. Instead of just my mom being my mom, I realized that who I am is a reminder of a moment in her past that she shared with my father, and since they divorced shortly after I was 6ish, I am a reminder of that love, that bitterness perhaps, and I realized that sometimes it might be hard for her. I am not sure if that is true for her or not, but it seems to me if I was in her situation, it could might be that way. So I have seen that extra type of courage in my mother, and feel as if I know her better.
As for hiking and cooking, well not much of that has happened recently, other than the occasional cooking of steaks. I think I may change the name of the blog, but not sure if I really want to. Sort of fun that it has a name that is not really the main subject matter any longer. However, keeping it may encourage me to do more of it. Also, I need to brew more often.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Wait, what?
So I am now a graduate of College, and at 41, I have to say huzzah! And wait...what just happened? Is that really it? I'm done? Well....shit.
I am pleased to have earned it, hope it earns me some employment clout (and the income), and maybe gain the respect of others who are also graduates. But of course, there will always be those who have more education and experience than me, and I will just have to deal with it.
Part of me wishes that I could be a student forever. Seriously. I wish I could get a degree in logic, English, philosophy, Greek mythology and math. I really enjoy the learning process and education system of higher ed. That is one of the main reasons that one of my life goals is to teach at a community college. I know, you might be thinking way to set a good goal, community college. In my experience, my most memorable learning experiences came at community college and it shaped me in profound ways and encouraged me to transfer to a state school and acquire my BA.
I think I might be in shock also. I literally just turned in my last assignment, ever, and am drinking a beer and thinking about the huge wide gaping void in front of my, intellectually speaking, and am pretty scared.
I used to worry about how long winter break was and how if I did not keep up my good habit of diligent reading and studying how I would not fair well in the next quarter. Now, I have that same sense of dread, but there is no next quarter to look forward to.
My hope is to land a job that I have no idea how to do, and use my skills and research abilities to become proficient at it. And then I'll have to learn more things, like how to buy a house and all that good stuff.
Good news, well, for some anyway, is that I am planning on moving back to the Seattle area. So, I have that going for me. For now I will still be working at REI and looking for more work and ways to increase my ability to earn money, for bills and all that.
For now, I have to work out some nervous energy and start planning on what the hell to do next.
Until next time....
Joshua
I am pleased to have earned it, hope it earns me some employment clout (and the income), and maybe gain the respect of others who are also graduates. But of course, there will always be those who have more education and experience than me, and I will just have to deal with it.
Part of me wishes that I could be a student forever. Seriously. I wish I could get a degree in logic, English, philosophy, Greek mythology and math. I really enjoy the learning process and education system of higher ed. That is one of the main reasons that one of my life goals is to teach at a community college. I know, you might be thinking way to set a good goal, community college. In my experience, my most memorable learning experiences came at community college and it shaped me in profound ways and encouraged me to transfer to a state school and acquire my BA.
I think I might be in shock also. I literally just turned in my last assignment, ever, and am drinking a beer and thinking about the huge wide gaping void in front of my, intellectually speaking, and am pretty scared.
I used to worry about how long winter break was and how if I did not keep up my good habit of diligent reading and studying how I would not fair well in the next quarter. Now, I have that same sense of dread, but there is no next quarter to look forward to.
My hope is to land a job that I have no idea how to do, and use my skills and research abilities to become proficient at it. And then I'll have to learn more things, like how to buy a house and all that good stuff.
Good news, well, for some anyway, is that I am planning on moving back to the Seattle area. So, I have that going for me. For now I will still be working at REI and looking for more work and ways to increase my ability to earn money, for bills and all that.
For now, I have to work out some nervous energy and start planning on what the hell to do next.
Until next time....
Joshua
Well hello there
Hi everyone,
Sweet goodness, it has been a long time. Man this has got to stop. I mean, my long leaves of absence. Not the internet. Well, some parts of the internet...maybe.
So, I have been busy. School, work, trying to make a long distance relationship work, missing family in the Midwest like crazy, making beer, drinking beer, my goodness it is all so much.
Hope you have been enjoying yourself in the meantime.
I saw Agent Orange and Guttermouth (whose videos are odd to watch as compared to seeing them play live, video fails to capture their true magic and essence) at The Shakedown in Bellingham. What a great show that was. Loud, fast punk with "dancing" that was physical enough that I backed away, least I fall and break a hip. I am getting old, time is a bitch.
My ears hurt and were partially impaired for at least a day after that show, as they ought to have. A great show indeed.
Then I got to see The Joy Formidable play at The Neptune Theater in Seattle. I did bring some earplugs as I have seen TJF before and they get loud. Such a great band, and I can't recommend them highly enough.
Sadly, I had no camera to document these events.
I have been cooking a little, but as busy broke college student it is hard not to make the pasta with tuna and salsa or grab a slice and pint at the bar, because it is easy and even though cheese will do a number on me I am just lazy sometimes, okay?
Good news is, I miss this thing, this poor substitute for paper internet blog thing. I miss typing and trying to, with limited success, convey my experience, thoughts and whatnot to others. Why? Because this is the only reason, or a very large reason, for living a good life. Giving back and contributing to others.
I recently went to a trivia night with two very drunk and competitive friends. I was there for for a break from the stress of my life than to win anything, and the baseball game highlights were on also so I was passively playing. We ended up in a tie for third place and we had to have a trivia showdown with them. The rules were simple, you had to raise your hand then say the answer. Once you raised your hand, you could not confer with your team for the answer but had to answer. If you got the answer wrong, the other team gets a chance to win the point and thus the showdown as first to answer one answer correctly wins third place.
So, apparently all the team members were either a) not bright or b) drunk, or both. I was and am both. All the time.
This goes on for about 3 questions, and my two companions haphazardly raise their hands without truly knowing the answer because, like I said, the are competitive. Then the other team answers a question that I can't believe they missed. The question was "Name the metal with the lowest melting point". The girl on the other team said "Gold", which was wrong and I answered the right answer.
I knew this answer was correct, because it was taught to me many years ago by my uncle. In fact, many things I have learned from him; how to change the brakes and oil on my car, how to shoot a gun, how heavy lead is, the best defensive position in a building, and what metal has the lowest melting point.
It is mercury (it is liquid at room temp!).
Check out this video about Magic Mercury. Vaporized mercury sounds scary as hell.
Also, why aren't comics informational like this anymore?
Sweet goodness, it has been a long time. Man this has got to stop. I mean, my long leaves of absence. Not the internet. Well, some parts of the internet...maybe.
So, I have been busy. School, work, trying to make a long distance relationship work, missing family in the Midwest like crazy, making beer, drinking beer, my goodness it is all so much.
Hope you have been enjoying yourself in the meantime.
I saw Agent Orange and Guttermouth (whose videos are odd to watch as compared to seeing them play live, video fails to capture their true magic and essence) at The Shakedown in Bellingham. What a great show that was. Loud, fast punk with "dancing" that was physical enough that I backed away, least I fall and break a hip. I am getting old, time is a bitch.
My ears hurt and were partially impaired for at least a day after that show, as they ought to have. A great show indeed.
Then I got to see The Joy Formidable play at The Neptune Theater in Seattle. I did bring some earplugs as I have seen TJF before and they get loud. Such a great band, and I can't recommend them highly enough.
Sadly, I had no camera to document these events.
I have been cooking a little, but as busy broke college student it is hard not to make the pasta with tuna and salsa or grab a slice and pint at the bar, because it is easy and even though cheese will do a number on me I am just lazy sometimes, okay?
Good news is, I miss this thing, this poor substitute for paper internet blog thing. I miss typing and trying to, with limited success, convey my experience, thoughts and whatnot to others. Why? Because this is the only reason, or a very large reason, for living a good life. Giving back and contributing to others.
I recently went to a trivia night with two very drunk and competitive friends. I was there for for a break from the stress of my life than to win anything, and the baseball game highlights were on also so I was passively playing. We ended up in a tie for third place and we had to have a trivia showdown with them. The rules were simple, you had to raise your hand then say the answer. Once you raised your hand, you could not confer with your team for the answer but had to answer. If you got the answer wrong, the other team gets a chance to win the point and thus the showdown as first to answer one answer correctly wins third place.
So, apparently all the team members were either a) not bright or b) drunk, or both. I was and am both. All the time.
This goes on for about 3 questions, and my two companions haphazardly raise their hands without truly knowing the answer because, like I said, the are competitive. Then the other team answers a question that I can't believe they missed. The question was "Name the metal with the lowest melting point". The girl on the other team said "Gold", which was wrong and I answered the right answer.
I knew this answer was correct, because it was taught to me many years ago by my uncle. In fact, many things I have learned from him; how to change the brakes and oil on my car, how to shoot a gun, how heavy lead is, the best defensive position in a building, and what metal has the lowest melting point.
It is mercury (it is liquid at room temp!).
While I like the Metal Men, and my love of comics may have had a role in my knowing the answer, I maintain that my uncle is to take credit for my knowing the correct answer.
Check out this video about Magic Mercury. Vaporized mercury sounds scary as hell.
Also, why aren't comics informational like this anymore?
Monday, July 29, 2013
Concert over the weekend
Some of you may know that this past weekend there was some sort of huge concert event in WA. Some people make this annual pilgrimage and enjoy doing so. I, for one, have never been to this large concert, perhaps one day I shall.
No, instead over the holiday weekend I went to Portland to see The Newno2 and the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club perform at The Wonder Ballroom. I was unfamiliar with both bands, but a good friend invited me and I had some free time, or rather made from free time during the busy final two weeks of the quarter, to take a much needed road trip and see some live music.
The reviews of the Wonder Ballroom do not lie, parking is hard to come by. If you can, go early and secure a spot and visit one of the near by watering holes or restaurants. It took me about 15 minutes to find a spot, just a few blocks away, and then make my way to the venue.
Once I entered, I got a beer. What a shock, right? But then I over heard some people talking about The newno2 and how the lead guitarist singer is the son of one of the Beatles. George Harrison as a matter of fact. His son, Dahni Harrison, was in this newno2 band.
Now things were getting interesting. How odd it was to find myself at a concert, seeing the son of a Beatle play. My parents, aunts and uncles were around for the Beatles craze. To find myself at the concert of the offspring of one of these Beatles was somewhat surreal. I did my best not to set the bar to high for my expectations. I really did. It's not that thenewno2 is bad, they are good, in their own way. I overheard one person say their music sounded like heroin rock, whatever that is. I imagine it is music that resembles the heroin experience, or something one would listen to whilst on heroin. But I really have no idea.
Their drummer, Frank Zummo, reminded me of a Travis Barker of sorts. Lean, lanky, some what tatted up. But the music was not conducive to a full fledged drum rock out, but he was doing his best. It might have been overkill on some songs, but what do I know. Looks like he also drummed with Motley Crue and does some street drumming in L.A. So, there is that.
No, instead over the holiday weekend I went to Portland to see The Newno2 and the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club perform at The Wonder Ballroom. I was unfamiliar with both bands, but a good friend invited me and I had some free time, or rather made from free time during the busy final two weeks of the quarter, to take a much needed road trip and see some live music.
The reviews of the Wonder Ballroom do not lie, parking is hard to come by. If you can, go early and secure a spot and visit one of the near by watering holes or restaurants. It took me about 15 minutes to find a spot, just a few blocks away, and then make my way to the venue.
Once I entered, I got a beer. What a shock, right? But then I over heard some people talking about The newno2 and how the lead guitarist singer is the son of one of the Beatles. George Harrison as a matter of fact. His son, Dahni Harrison, was in this newno2 band.
Now things were getting interesting. How odd it was to find myself at a concert, seeing the son of a Beatle play. My parents, aunts and uncles were around for the Beatles craze. To find myself at the concert of the offspring of one of these Beatles was somewhat surreal. I did my best not to set the bar to high for my expectations. I really did. It's not that thenewno2 is bad, they are good, in their own way. I overheard one person say their music sounded like heroin rock, whatever that is. I imagine it is music that resembles the heroin experience, or something one would listen to whilst on heroin. But I really have no idea.
Their drummer, Frank Zummo, reminded me of a Travis Barker of sorts. Lean, lanky, some what tatted up. But the music was not conducive to a full fledged drum rock out, but he was doing his best. It might have been overkill on some songs, but what do I know. Looks like he also drummed with Motley Crue and does some street drumming in L.A. So, there is that.
The newno2 rocking the Wonder Ballroom. Source: a digital camera
The BRMC
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club does their thing. Source: The same digital camera
I have to admit, I was not familiar with the BRMC before seeing them. I have heard them mentioned lots on Kexp 90.3 FM and once I had determined that I would go see them play live, I did listen to their newest album through its entirety, once. While I wasn't blown away by the listening, I was also not turned off. At the very least I was going to get a nice road trip in and some social time with my lady.
But when I saw them play live? Oh how my story gets transformed. They are spectacular live, a rock and roll trio that really is just plain old good. You like it loud? Check. You like it rocky? Check. You like it somewhat grunge? Check.
In fact they started their song Berlin and I was reminded of the song by Nirvana Stain. Of course, once I was able to listen to them side by side, I realize that my faulty memory might have been at play when I first thought they sounded similar, particularly the beginnings of each song. Not exact, but textually perhaps?
Food has been not high on my list these days, as being a poor college student allows me to eat only what I need, which is a good thing for my waist line. Can't say I have been too creative in the kitchen, just cooking rice, quinoa, with bullion, peas and carrots. Just getting my veggies on.
But I am going to undertake a new diet regime for a short bit. I have some trips coming up and want to look my best. Where am I going? So glad you asked. My mothers mother is turning 80 and a birthday party is being had in that honor. This is scheduled for late September...I think. The actual date has yet to be determined.
I am also going to D.C. to see the Smithsonian. This is being arranged by my uncle and should be a blast.
Also the Fantasy Football draft is fast approaching, and being the reigning champ I need to represent be being in tip top shape, or at least loose a few pounds. Shamefully, I have stopped riding my bike so much as I have access to a motor vehicle. I have become all that I despise, lazy. So, getting back on that bike will happen starting this Saturday.
I am also going to be doing the Natural Hormonal Enhancement diet, but all vegan and raw if possible. I know, I think this might be the best idea to get ripped like shredded wheat I have ever had.
What else. Oh yea, beer. Beer in Bellingham is a big deal. Kulshan brewing is my personal favorite for being super local, but I still drink Two Beers where I can. Some lucky friends are going to be getting some Kulshan KDA growlers soon, btw.
I received a home brewing kit from my lady for the holidays and have been brewing some beers, some of you might have had the honor to try it. I am working with some co-workers on brewing big batches of beer, and my next batch will be a gluten free goji maca ale. I hope it turns out as great as last time. And I hope I still get to use this label.
A label for the first batch. Source: J. Caldwell, master designer.
Until next time dear blog readers, be safe and party on.
Friday, March 8, 2013
What time is it?
It is beer time. Well, actually it is beer time almost all the time. But in this case, it is my beers beer time. In other words, home brewing has been done and bottling and drinking my own is a sweet labor of love.
Here is what I bottled the other day; a nice looking porter. It was from a kit, so there is that. I mean all I had to do was follow the instructions (thank goodness I can sorta read) and sanitize things well, and BAM. Beer.
Yesterday was The Elizabeth Stations 1 year anniversary. It is a great beer place in Bellingham (which in case you unawares is where I reside as I attempt to complete my training, I mean degree).
One of the workers had the honor of teaming up with Two Beers brewing to make a Rye Pale Ale for this event. Which is just great for both of them. Two Beers is one of my favorite beer companies, and Joel is a great owner. When I first moved up to Bellingham I asked wherever I went if they had Two Beers; sometimes they did and sometimes they did not. But I am glad they and the Elizabeth Station are doing well.
I don't go to the Station as often as I would like, I am a broke college student after all, but one time I went there the on tap was a sour beer from Epic Ales that was brewed with shiitake mushrooms. I love mushrooms and this beer was epic (don't goolgle just the word "epic" btw, especially on a school computer).
I did some hunting while I was at the anniversary party, which means I spent lots of time in the walk in cooler. Which was fine as the Station was packed to the hilt. The beer service line was moving swiftly, and it actually took me three trips through it to finish one pint. So yeah, they were on their game.
Here is what I bottled the other day; a nice looking porter. It was from a kit, so there is that. I mean all I had to do was follow the instructions (thank goodness I can sorta read) and sanitize things well, and BAM. Beer.
Yesterday was The Elizabeth Stations 1 year anniversary. It is a great beer place in Bellingham (which in case you unawares is where I reside as I attempt to complete my training, I mean degree).
One of the workers had the honor of teaming up with Two Beers brewing to make a Rye Pale Ale for this event. Which is just great for both of them. Two Beers is one of my favorite beer companies, and Joel is a great owner. When I first moved up to Bellingham I asked wherever I went if they had Two Beers; sometimes they did and sometimes they did not. But I am glad they and the Elizabeth Station are doing well.
I don't go to the Station as often as I would like, I am a broke college student after all, but one time I went there the on tap was a sour beer from Epic Ales that was brewed with shiitake mushrooms. I love mushrooms and this beer was epic (don't goolgle just the word "epic" btw, especially on a school computer).
I did some hunting while I was at the anniversary party, which means I spent lots of time in the walk in cooler. Which was fine as the Station was packed to the hilt. The beer service line was moving swiftly, and it actually took me three trips through it to finish one pint. So yeah, they were on their game.
And I found a bottle of the Bog brew, and bought it.
I can't believe how long it has been since I have updated this page and actually practiced my writing. That will have to change in a very big way.
What else is new? Quarters almost done so I am procrastinating by writing this blog update. Surprised? You shouldn't be.
I attended the 2013 ECCC and saw the Valiant panel, then had bought a comic and the owner/CEO took my copy to ALL the people who worked for Valiant and had them sign my copy. It was pretty sweet.
There were tons of great comics and artists there, but aside from the Valiant signing I also did get to see Patrick Stewart speak at the end of the day. That was a very nice way to end the day and the weekend.
Check ya later blog readers.
Yours Truly,
J Dizzle
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Puerto Vallarta
So I recently took an early trip to Puerto Vallarta. I say early because the quarter was not over and I missed two classes. Don't worry, they were not vital nor were they exam days. I made sure of that.
The good news is this was my first international trip, so I had to get my passport. The flight was fine and on time. Landing in PV was odd, there was no special things about arrival in PV. A long walk to customs, a fast moving line, and then you get bombarded by the time share guys who own the last 50 yards of real estate at the airport before you can get outside to get a taxi. (As opposed to leaving PV, you literally walk through a duty free mall the entire way with lights, music, it was all a little overwhelming).
Speaking of taxi's, all the drivers are crazy, they drive way too fast. Well, they did not wreck so that is good, but the narrow streets seem to call for much lower speeds. These guys are like ex World Class Rally champs or something. Or they play way to much Grand Turismo in their spare time. I can understand the need for speed as they make money off of the number of trips they can fit into a day. But seriously, slow the f down. Can't take the peso with you amigo.
The ride from the airport to the resort was... interesting. PV is a relatively poor town, and being exposed to that was really eye opening for me. The resort was some sort of sanctuary, cordoned off in a different district with a security gate. No poverty at the resort. But a short walk down the beach to the fishing village reveals more of the same as downtown PV. An odd experience, one that I am still trying to decipher as to what it all means. At the time I was uneasy at the spectrum of differences between the two areas. To be honest, I was a little sickened. Still am. But I readily admit that I have no idea as to the circumstances, the politics, the economic past or outlook, and my first blush impression that I have has no real meaning as far as judgments go.
At least it was warm and for a little while sunny. Summer has yet to hit here in Bellingham, even though the sun tricked us a few times this past month by making an appearance. However, as I write this, cold cloudy rain, or should I say, the usual, weather is occurring.
Speaking of Bellingham, I am on break! The quarter has ended and I get a whole week and a half off. Oh what to do with myself. Hopefully I can work lots so I can to get some dollars in my account.
So my major plans have been shaping up nicely. Urban Planning and perhaps some regional planning in the future. It is such a fascinating area, and so relevant to my personal interests. I have yet to be exposed to all that it has to offer, but I am currently enthralled with New Urbanism and what it has to offer and say. Check out these two planned communities, and truly they are communities. The Kentlands and Seaside, FL.
While these are great, I think they make a strong case for proper urban infill development rather than expanding growth out into new green areas.
I am looking forward to doing some leisure reading over the break, and have currently in my possession Hamlet's Mill, which I have wanted to read for some time. But I also have found out that a book I read for my English class two quarters ago, Ready Player One has a easter egg hidden in the book. Literally, it is a book about easter eggs in games, and then it is revealed there is an easter egg in the book itself. The prize is a Delorean. I also have another book, that I probably won't get to over break, called Deep Green Resistance.
Last but not least in this post, is that I miss music and cooking so much it hurts. I long for the days of brunches, mimosas and band practice on Sundays. My summer goal is to meet some musicians and form a little band up here, because it is much needed in my life. My blood is beginning to revolt in my veins, I can't hold out much longer. Must play drums!
As far as cooking goes, well, as long as I live in a house with a tiny impotent kitchen with 3 other college students, I might as well start a cooking blog about how to make ramen over a fire in the woods. It would be great to find a new place with a better kitchen, but the price of this place is hard to beat. So until I win the lottery, this will have to do for now. I have been eating lots of brown rice, peas and carrots. With a dollop of miso. Peanut butter and honey sandwiches also. Both have been surprisingly good.
I have found that the Kulshan brewery here in Bellingham is great for beer, and they have a food truck parked out front permanently that makes some killer fries. Have I mentioned this already?
I also recently discovered a beer called Churchkey Can Co. beer, which makes and sells their beer in a flat top steel can. Their six packs comes with a church key to open the beers with. Super cool experience to open a steel can and drink the insides. Just like some old school tough guy. Or trendy hipster. Whatever, it is a great idea and a damn good beer, so try some.
Also, this drink here will be made this summer one way or another. Love that green juice.
Apparently Jurassic park is really going to happen. But in zombie form, or at least that is how it will start. I remember reading some time ago some zoologists were thinking of trying to implant Mammoth DNA into a Elephant egg and then have it carried to full term to bring back the mammoth. My only thought about that was, they must know that a pole shift and ice age are imminent and want to populate the world with a hardy species they can hunt to live off of. That is smart thinking there, superb planning.
German Scientist have discovered that condoms might cause cancer. Can I stop wearing them now? Thanks.
Until next blogging happens, stay safe my friends.
So I recently took an early trip to Puerto Vallarta. I say early because the quarter was not over and I missed two classes. Don't worry, they were not vital nor were they exam days. I made sure of that.
The good news is this was my first international trip, so I had to get my passport. The flight was fine and on time. Landing in PV was odd, there was no special things about arrival in PV. A long walk to customs, a fast moving line, and then you get bombarded by the time share guys who own the last 50 yards of real estate at the airport before you can get outside to get a taxi. (As opposed to leaving PV, you literally walk through a duty free mall the entire way with lights, music, it was all a little overwhelming).
Speaking of taxi's, all the drivers are crazy, they drive way too fast. Well, they did not wreck so that is good, but the narrow streets seem to call for much lower speeds. These guys are like ex World Class Rally champs or something. Or they play way to much Grand Turismo in their spare time. I can understand the need for speed as they make money off of the number of trips they can fit into a day. But seriously, slow the f down. Can't take the peso with you amigo.
The ride from the airport to the resort was... interesting. PV is a relatively poor town, and being exposed to that was really eye opening for me. The resort was some sort of sanctuary, cordoned off in a different district with a security gate. No poverty at the resort. But a short walk down the beach to the fishing village reveals more of the same as downtown PV. An odd experience, one that I am still trying to decipher as to what it all means. At the time I was uneasy at the spectrum of differences between the two areas. To be honest, I was a little sickened. Still am. But I readily admit that I have no idea as to the circumstances, the politics, the economic past or outlook, and my first blush impression that I have has no real meaning as far as judgments go.
At least it was warm and for a little while sunny. Summer has yet to hit here in Bellingham, even though the sun tricked us a few times this past month by making an appearance. However, as I write this, cold cloudy rain, or should I say, the usual, weather is occurring.
Speaking of Bellingham, I am on break! The quarter has ended and I get a whole week and a half off. Oh what to do with myself. Hopefully I can work lots so I can to get some dollars in my account.
So my major plans have been shaping up nicely. Urban Planning and perhaps some regional planning in the future. It is such a fascinating area, and so relevant to my personal interests. I have yet to be exposed to all that it has to offer, but I am currently enthralled with New Urbanism and what it has to offer and say. Check out these two planned communities, and truly they are communities. The Kentlands and Seaside, FL.
While these are great, I think they make a strong case for proper urban infill development rather than expanding growth out into new green areas.
I am looking forward to doing some leisure reading over the break, and have currently in my possession Hamlet's Mill, which I have wanted to read for some time. But I also have found out that a book I read for my English class two quarters ago, Ready Player One has a easter egg hidden in the book. Literally, it is a book about easter eggs in games, and then it is revealed there is an easter egg in the book itself. The prize is a Delorean. I also have another book, that I probably won't get to over break, called Deep Green Resistance.
Last but not least in this post, is that I miss music and cooking so much it hurts. I long for the days of brunches, mimosas and band practice on Sundays. My summer goal is to meet some musicians and form a little band up here, because it is much needed in my life. My blood is beginning to revolt in my veins, I can't hold out much longer. Must play drums!
As far as cooking goes, well, as long as I live in a house with a tiny impotent kitchen with 3 other college students, I might as well start a cooking blog about how to make ramen over a fire in the woods. It would be great to find a new place with a better kitchen, but the price of this place is hard to beat. So until I win the lottery, this will have to do for now. I have been eating lots of brown rice, peas and carrots. With a dollop of miso. Peanut butter and honey sandwiches also. Both have been surprisingly good.
I have found that the Kulshan brewery here in Bellingham is great for beer, and they have a food truck parked out front permanently that makes some killer fries. Have I mentioned this already?
I also recently discovered a beer called Churchkey Can Co. beer, which makes and sells their beer in a flat top steel can. Their six packs comes with a church key to open the beers with. Super cool experience to open a steel can and drink the insides. Just like some old school tough guy. Or trendy hipster. Whatever, it is a great idea and a damn good beer, so try some.
Also, this drink here will be made this summer one way or another. Love that green juice.
Apparently Jurassic park is really going to happen. But in zombie form, or at least that is how it will start. I remember reading some time ago some zoologists were thinking of trying to implant Mammoth DNA into a Elephant egg and then have it carried to full term to bring back the mammoth. My only thought about that was, they must know that a pole shift and ice age are imminent and want to populate the world with a hardy species they can hunt to live off of. That is smart thinking there, superb planning.
German Scientist have discovered that condoms might cause cancer. Can I stop wearing them now? Thanks.
Until next blogging happens, stay safe my friends.
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