Q: What did you have for lunch today?
A: An Old Rasputin
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Q: What did you have for lunch today?
A: An Old Rasputin
http://open.spotify.com/track/0FzmQ2AN12KxWnmOE9MiG5
or for the non-Spotifiers out there:
Today’s half hour of beer penance on the elliptical was surprisingly enjoyable for once.
I pretty much failed at 2013’s goal of tasting and grading 50 beers. I did pretty good at the front part of that goal, mind you, but it’s the second half of the process that proved difficult. I did a reasonably good job of exploring the world of Trappist abbey ales and found an IPA that I can tolerate [1]. I tried an oaked beer (bleh), a sour beer (double bleh), and a chili beer (could have been better). I found an awesome session beer in Stone’s Levitation [2]. I never found a roggenbier to try—it’s all Rye-P-A here in the states. I brewed a few beers and tasted the heck out of those too.
Again…just lacking documentation.
Looking forward, perhaps the commitment to try and document fifty beers was a little much for one year. This year I’m pledging to follow through on 25 beers. They don’t need to be new ones. They don’t need to be commercial beers. I just need to drink and document them. I’m going to do this using BeerAdvocate [3] and you can track me there.
To take up the slack I’m also pledging to read 25 books in 2014. You can track my progress on Goodreads [4] which seems to be a place where people I know who read books hang out. It just isn’t any fun unless someone is tracking all the data I’m generating. 😉
Notes:
Another from the archives:
Too Much Joy – King of Beers [1]. There was a time that this song made it on to any single mix tape I would make, regardless of the intended audience. I liked it that much.
Awesome story ripped from Metafilter [1]. WWII vet learns his gesture has been immortalized in a Belgian town. Makes me smile.
…except for the latrine helmet thing. Maybe didn’t need that detail.
[1] http://www.metafilter.com/134178/That-time-a-beer-wasnt-just-a-beer
Honest to goodness moonshine, beer, bluegrass, a porch, Oxford commas, and me. What crappy day at work?