I remember when I was a kid, I read the book Miss Malarkey Doesn’t Live in Room 10. From what I remember, it’s the story of a group of students being shocked at (somehow) finding out that their homeroom teacher doesn’t live in her classroom. I know, it sounds kind of juvenile (hey, it’s a kids...
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Dreams and Aspirations
I’m a passionate guy. When I enjoy something, I try to enjoy it to the fullest. And that goes for just about everything in my life. As a kid, more than anything else, I wanted to play in the NBA. Seriously. I used to play 6+ hours a day in the summer, working on techniques...
Five Iron Frenzy: The End is Beer
Not going to lie, I’ve been inspired by Michael Tonsmeire (The Mad Fermentationst) to start writing more about my homebrewing on my blog. Now, I promise that this won’t become solely a homebrewing blog, at least not anytime soon, but it will probably start becoming a bigger part of my site, just as it’s becoming...
Portland, Oregon: The Endgame
T-minus 80-something days till my wife and I make the trek down to SoCal. We’ll be there for at least a year, but hopefully (depending on my job situation…and hers) we’ll be there for a few more. But finally knowing that we’ll be leaving, and there actually being a real date for the move,...
5 Gallon Barrel Mathematical Equations
As an avid homebrewer, and sour beer lover, I’ve often drooled at the idea of owning my own wine/whiskey barrel to ferment some of my long-term brews in. However, considering the fact that I rarely brew more than 5 gallons at a time, unless I have a few friends to help me fill the thing,...
Encounter Weekend
It was a wonderful weekend, full of surprises, meditation, worship, secrets, prayer, and great conversations. But mostly for me, it was a break from real life. Don’t get me wrong, it was jam-packed full of busyness and exhaustion, and there wasn’t really much downtime overall (which for an introverted guy like me, was a bit...
I Wish I Were A Sociopath
…not a psychopath, a sociopath. I don’t want to be manipulative, just less encumbered by my empathetic ways. Okay, fine, I don’t really want to be one, and if you ask my wife (or family…or friends…or corkers…), she might tell you that I’m dangerously close to already being one, but hey, sociopaths have all the...
