One must wait until the evening
To see how splendid the day has been.
Ever since my first attempt at making beer I’ve wanted to try it again, but living in a Manhattan apartment has some limitations, and making five gallons of beer can be one of them. When I found out that Brooklyn Brew Shop made a one gallon beer making kit that was perfect for a city apartment, I decided it was time to give it another try. I got a Bruxelles Blonde kit, which came with almost everything to make an ale style beer:
Additional equipment needed, but not included in the kit:
Since I had everything needed, I started making my second batch of homemade beer in late August.
Can someone, who is clearly smarter than I am, please explain how the below times are different?
Basketball is not one of my favorite sports. Generally speaking, the season is too long, teams don’t really play defense, scoring is too easy, and, when games are close at the end, the losing team constantly fouls the winning team to try and preserve clock time – what could be the most exciting part of the game is reduced to abject drudgery.
The NCAA Men’s Division I Basketball Championship, also known as “March Madness”, can be very exciting due to its single-elimination format, however, the way they play the last few minutes of close games mars an otherwise enjoyable experience.
I know the strategy works once in a while, but that doesn’t make it fun to watch.
As the NCAA tournament got closer this year, I began to wonder just how long, on average, the last two minutes of a game actually takes to play, and if the closeness of the score matters. So, during the tournament, I got out my trusty stopwatch (last seen during Super Bowl XLIV) and timed the last two minutes of as many games as I could.
This past October I finally made the decision that it was time to buy a new TV. At the time my TV had been developing a black “smudge” in the picture in the upper right that had been growing over the years and was about to take over almost two-thirds of the entire right side. The TV was a 32” 720p LCD HDTV and I was finding some things a little difficult to read on the screen, which may be more about my eyesight than the size of the TV.
From October through January I researched, compared, tested, and made a “final decision” about 10 times before finally pulling the trigger and purchasing a new TV in late January. It was the most stressful purchase I’ve ever made in my life, and I hope I don’t have to purchase another new TV for at least 10 years.
I have a bad memory when it comes to little, unimportant-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things items that need to get done. As a result, I use my iPhone’s calendar as a reminder to pick up milk, call the cable company, pay bills, buy gifts, or do just about everything else that needs to be done by a certain time. It works for me because as soon as something enters my head, I can get it down in my calendar and not worry about it until it comes up on a date in the future.
Because I create calendar items several times throughout the day, I quickly learned to hate the iPhone’s built-in calendar app for many reasons; the worst of which is how long and how many touches it takes to create a new calendar entry. It’s just not very quick and it’s very easy to make a mistake or overshoot a date or time you’re trying to schedule something. So, I went looking for a replacement calendar app.
When I was
little young I dissected a baseball to see how it was made. Since it’s been a long time, and I don’t remember it, I decided it was time to do it again.
I recently received a postcard from a 4-year-old which read, in part:
I saw a Megolodon’s jaw at Underwater World. It could eat you even though you’re a giant turd.
How I believe he views me:
My morning and evening commutes are about 20 minutes each, and to help pass the time I used to listen to music on my iPhone, but recently, I’ve increasingly been listening to podcasts. I’ve been enjoying them so much that I now listen to them during some of my other free time. Here are some of my favorites (in no particular order):
Last night I had a dream that a large magazine, think Vanity Fair or The New Yorker, hired John Cleese to install a display of bricks in their office. He spent a week, and the display consisted of crooked, broken bricks, haphazardly piled, with mortar dripping out all over the place. It looked like a work of art.
The magazine was most unhappy, and publicly complained and ridiculed Mr. Cleese on his bricklaying skills, saying, “If Mr. Cleese performed comedy the way he lays bricks, he would have failed as a comedian and would probably have become a decent bricklayer.”
When asked about his bricklaying skills, Mr. Cleese explained that he had thought they hired him for his interpretation of a pile of bricks and added, “If you want bricks installed properly you hire a bricklayer, not a bloody minister of funny walks!”
Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
Disclaimer: I cannot draw, which I think is pretty obvious.
I picked up a pair of Plantronics BackBeat GO Bluetooth headphones because there are times that I hate having a wire between my head and my pocket. Yes, I’d be sacrificing sound quality, and it’s another thing to charge, but for certain activities, its benefits could outweigh those negatives.
The good thing about science is that it’s true whether or not you believe in it.
I enjoy cooking with wine, sometimes I even put it in the food I’m cooking.
Seen on a recently closed Boston sports bar located about three blocks from my apartment: