There's a Hiatus Pun Here Somewhere...

After putting away my brewkettle for several months, I've finally gotten back to homebrewing this year.  Three batches in less than three weeks have gone all but perfectly, and target gravities have been within 2% (that's really good).

So yay.

Also: expect there to be a lot of beer that needs drinking soon.

Cherry Dubbel

Made with ten pounds of two types of cherries and aged for a year.

Yum.

 - E

:-)

I am writing this to you from my brand new CR-48.

If you know what I mean: cool.

 - E

Teaching Software Engineering in College, Problem #534

At my college, a semester was 13 weeks.  At most, a class met five days a week - usually less - for an hour or so.  That means that a college semester has around 65 hours of class time.

In software development, a typical sprint is between two and four weeks - let's split the difference and go with three.  Each work week has forty hours.  That gives us 120 hours per sprint.

In other words, a college semester is equivalent to just over half a sprint.

Think about that.

It's OK, I Have the Right Glasses (Part II)

I've been brewing for almost two years now.  One of the styles that eluded me for so long was the Saison, a spicy farmhouse ale from France and Belgium.

With my most recent batch, I declare this nemesis defeated.

It's OK, I Have the Right Glasses

Tonight's a cognac night.  Does that make sense to anyone but me?

 - E

Understatement

It's been a really long year.

For that matter, I can barely believe that it's been just over a month.

At any rate, long week ahead.  Need to do laundry, take a run and prepare for a funeral.

Update:  I came within a hair's breadth of my first seven minute mile.  Everyone jump to the thirteen second mark with me...

Random Thought for the Day

Cheeseburger without a bun: poor man's steak or rich man's meatloaf?

Whew!

I did it.  For the first time in I-don't-know how long, I just ran an honest-to-god eight-minute mile.  Outside, heat and humidity, up and down hills, no stopping, no skimping on time - the works.  And it feels great.

Yay me.

Blind Satellite Bloggage

We've been jumping back into recording pretty fervently within the last week and have decided to take a unique - and public - approach this time around.


Head on over to http://blindsatellite.blogspot.com/ to read (and hear) what it's all about.


 - E

E.T., Home Phone

My cellphone just rang with a promotional call from my cable company. They first tried so sell me expanded digital cable packages, which I politely turned down since I don't actually, you know, watch TV (the cable is just for internet access). The kind saleswoman then tried to sell me on their digital phone service, which I also turned down. When she asked about my existing land line company, I told her that I had none. Surprised, she asked how I was able to survive without a telephone.

"Well, you're talking to me on the phone now, aren't you?"

So a Guy Walks into a (Coffee) Bar...

After running errands last night, I decided to stop in at Starbucks for an evening treat. As I walked through the door, a couple of teenagers were playing the What-Can-We-Tell-About-A-Total-Stranger-At-First-Glance game. One turned to the other, nodded her head my way and, in a total failure to whisper, declared, "wealthy gomer."

I stopped, turned my head and replied, "people living with their parents."

The barista comp-ed my cappuccino.

A few months ago, this kind of comment would have destroyed me. Now, it gets me free coffee.

Crazy Ideas

The recent economic catastrophe can be summed up thusly: people respond to incentives. Much of the financial sector made bad long-term decisions because individuals were highly rewarded for thinking exclusively of the short-term.

The response from our leaders and media has been a typical outburst, decrying those individuals as greedy. Its a fruitless proposition. People respond to incentives, and I'd bet even money that most people would have made the same decisions. Rather than name-calling, I suggest we change the incentive structure. What follows are a few ideas off the top of my head.

For starters, we need to encourage a longer term personal view by executives. The current bonus structure rewards short-term thinking with huge bonuses at the expense of long-term corporate health. Look at AIG, Bear Stearns, Lehman, Citi, Enron, Worldcom...the list goes on.

What about creating a special class of stock or stock option that cannot be sold, traded or redeemed for, say, seven years? Then apply a progressive scale to compensation; cash bonuses or other immediate compensation gets taxed at a high rate, while the new long-term stock is taxed much lower. If the executive makes decisions to help the company prospers long term, he or she will be rewarded. Short-term decisions, on the other hand, become self-defeating.

On the larger scale, what if we made corporate taxes progressive? The last year has seen terrifying examples of the problems with ever larger corporations, compounding the problems of shortsightedness. What's more, politicians of both parties are always praising small businesses, calling them engine of innovation, the heart of the American economy, etc. So why not reward smaller businesses with slightly lower tax rates while discouraging bloated "too big to fail" mega-corporations with slightly higher ones?

I haven't researched these ideas, I'm just throwing out the first things that come to mind. But let's start coming up with solutions - new solutions, real solutions - rather than relying on dogma and ideology to maintain a failed status quo.

Lessons in Bar Hopping, for the Novice

1. Chesterfield Valley? Bad choice, even though the intent was to find somewhere a bit more familiar and perhaps simpler to ease into.

2. Don't go alone. You're bound to get nasty looks and bad service.

3. Do not - under any circumstances - talk to a fellow guy. Even if he is speaking loudly about a professional topic trying to figure out something with which you have a great deal of experience, you will not receive a warm welcome.

4. People go out in groups. Do not try to talk an individual that is out with someone or someones else, no matter the circumstance.

Good Lord...

I was sent on a business trip recently, and that means plenty of time on planes. I usually sit silent and read next to strangers, sometimes get talking, often times get job offers. This time, I wound up sitting next to a preacher that wanted to talk. Really wanted to talk.

We were flying to LA and I mentioned that I used to live there.

"Oh, you have family there?" he asked.

"Well, I did when I live there. My mother."

"Oh? She moved away with you?" he continued.

"No...she passed away."

"Oh, illness?"

"No..."

"An accident?"

At which point, I hesitantly filled in the blank. "Suicide."

I should take the time to point out that I have no problems with people of faith, no problems with preachers at all. Hell, two good college friends wound up heading to seminary and we can still talk with no problems whatsoever.

But this preacher replied along the lines of, "I'm sorry. The path to salvation is a tough one, and some just aren't strong enough."

Did he just tell me that my mother's going to hell? Well, now I've got to fuck with him...

I started innocently enough. "So, tell me about your denomination. Are they liberal...?"

"Oh, yes, we're fairly progressive."

"Oh, so you accept homosexuals and such?"

"Well...ummm...no. As leviticus says..." at which point he quoted fairly convincingly, ending with the bit about an, "abomination."

I'm glad he did. Because then I was able to jump in, "Oh, that's a nice shirt. Looks like it would be a pain to iron. It is 100% cotton, right? 'Cause Leviticus also bans clothing woven of many materials."

At this point, he started going on about what really matters in the Old Testament and Jesus's new contract with mankind and such. I let him go on for a few minutes before jumping back in.

"Oh, but you agree with the Bible on the big stuff, right? Like, what is the order of creation?"

He proceeded to do a pretty good rendition of the seven days story of Genesis 1.

To which I replied, "Oh, so you don't believe in the literal word of the Bible?"

He shot me a confused look, and I asked to borrow the Bible sitting in his lap. Opening it to chapter two - the Adam and Even story - I read out what it described as the order of creation - a different order than the first chapter.

The look on his face was priceless. He didn't say another word the rest of the flight. And I had no guilt about hogging the armrest.

Obvious Joke

I watched The Men Who Stare at Goats this evening. It wasn't great, but it's definitely the best movie about Jedi that Ewen McGregor has ever made.

Talkin' 'Bout My Generation

I got into an interesting conversation with my father this evening. His father has recently passed away and his reminiscence turned to the so-called Greatest Generation. He talked about World War II and it's aftermath.

After a while, I had a thought: his Greatest Generation got done fighting a massive world war and immediately set it's sights to rebuilding all of Europe (and Japan).

We can't even keep the lights on twenty-four hours straight in a small-ish Middle-Eastern country.

That's What She Said

I overheard a gal asking her friends to send "positive energy" her way. I had to resist telling her to go lick an anode.

The One-Handed Chef

You know what I like? Salad. It's still tough to type from my wrist surgery earlier in the week, but here's a recipe that can even be made with one hand:

Grab a shot glass. We're going to make a single serving of fresh vinagrette salad dressing.

Start by adding around an eight of an inch of good balsamic vinegar. This will contribute a lot of the flavor, so do yourself a favour and get a good wood-aged balsamic. Or something.

Fill the rest of the glass with extra-virgin olive oil. You don't need to go to the top; leave room to stir.

Finally, add some mixed Italian seasonings. Pretty much any type will do, and it can be fun to mix it up. I generally like something with at least a little saltiness.

Mix it up, stiring vigorously up and down, and set aside.

Next: go get yourself a big bowl and fill it up with the lettuce of your choice. I like spring greens for their pungent flavors, but anything will do. Just don't do iceburg. Really, it's not worth it.

You can add just about anything else you want. I like raisins for their sweetness and almond slices for their...almond-iness. Crutons are tasty, too, as is just about any fresh fruit. Be creative.

Finish by stirring up that dressing again (it settles quickly) and poring it over the salad. Done!

There you go: a good basic recipe that can be thrown together one-handed in less than five minutes. It's extremely healthy and there are plenty of opportunities for variety. It's the type of recipe you can make a couple of times every week and never get bored. Or fat.

If you try this, leave a comment and let me know how it goes.

Under Ten

Against my better judgement, I tried to watch the premier of the new season of Heroes. It started off with Claire starting college. She is convinced to take a placement test to land a limited seat in "Linear Algebra 170."

If someone in the writing department bothered to research a single thing, they'd know that not only do colleges generally not have competitions for placement - especially not with freshmen - Linear Algebra is in no way a 100 level class*.

I turned it off under ten minutes in.


*Just for reference, my college placed Linear Algebra just after Calculus III.