February 28th, 2003

The gentleman is always properly dressed

Another for the Hive

I shared information about the grand experiment with my special friend, and she expressed interest. In fact, she was intrigued enough to jump up, run over to her desk, and pull out her jar of Trader Joe’s mesquite honey to ask if that would be ok. I had no idea. Mesquite to me is a type of wood that gives barbecued meat a sweet, sweet taste, and I have no concept of it as a flowering tree or bush. So anyway, she’s in. It was a combination of the idea of layman’s science, a passing interest in folk remedies, and an underlying fascination with bee keeping that hooked her.

One of the nice things about having a psychologist in the mix is that some of my assumptions can be confirmed. We talked a little yesterday about the placebo effect. Not intending to involve her in my madness, I shared most of what Buehner wrote about honey, and expressed some concern that I was simply manifesting those effects because I had read that it should work that way. A placebo effect, she said, is not insignificant. After learning how long I had been following the dosage, she said that if the effects I’ve noticed were really attributable to suggestion alone, I’d probably start noticing a change about now.

[Waits]

I’ll have to get back to you on this one. More later.
  • Current Mood
    still waiting...
The gentleman is always properly dressed

Huh.

Said by George Bush, Sr. in response to the anti-war protesters that entered into the Tufts auditorium where he was speaking on Wednesday: "Well, I think we’ve just found another use for that duct tape."

I suppose this might be funny if his son wasn’t systematically pursuing a rightist agenda that threatens our basic civil liberties and personal freedoms. In the face of that, Bush the Elder may as well have just told us outright that dissenting voices will no longer be tolerated.

I suppose on some level it's more honest than FEMA's recommendations for keeping duct tape on hand.
The gentleman is always properly dressed

That ain’t my grand-daddy’s beer*

Last night, clayrobeson and I bottled the mugwort ale we’ve had fermenting for the past couple of weeks. After nearly breaking the glass carboy against his bedframe ("Wake up my little yeasties!") and otherwise dealing with the usual chaos that accompanies a brewing project (in this episode, our heroes discover that they are 23 bottles short of what they need), we got everything bottled up and into the dark, dark place. Two weeks from now, we can crack one to see what we have wrought.

I love the mad scientist feel to all of this.

I’m not yet at a point where I can guess what a beer will be like just by tasting the wort (I’m not even sure "wort" is the right word to use at that stage of the process), but we did sample. It was nothing like what I expected from the very short ingredient list. There are at least four stages to the flavor, with varying degrees of fruit and bitter as it rolls along your palate. The mugwort lends something of a slightly sour taste throughout (I was reminded a little of evergreen), and leaves a faint aftertaste that had me curious for more. I’ll be interested to see what this tastes like after it carbonates, but right now it reminds me more of a light aperitif than the earthy beer I was expecting.

Shows what I know.

Tonight is the great barleywine tasting at Downtown Wine and Spirits. That is all. Return to your games and fun.



*When he used to drink, he used to drink what the Sunset fancifully calls "Retro" beers, occasionally mixed with Kool-Aid (No, I don’t get it either...)
  • Current Mood
    artistic artistic