Life is the weirdest. Well, I guess I might be biased, as I’ve never experienced death. But certainly, we end up in places we never would expect. And, using unexpected sentence structures.

Unglued. That’s how an open road feels.

This week has led from literally from one absolute to another. Not a joke, no hyperbole, just one of the most extreme weeks in my history.

Did anyone else notice this guy from the band last night? He maintained exactly the same goofy expression. For the entire bit.

Want!

1988 Honda Goldwing with a two seat sidecar.

Sidecars are so impractical…but so cool!

Wow, I haven’t watched SNL in a long time, and I can officially say (after watching a lot of the golden years) that it’s actually funny and often even funnier than it was.

Well, this is pretty much the worst.

Holy shit these Burberry British types are annoying as all hell.

These girls are so annoying.

Goddamn, these times are so confusing. There’s really only three things I want right now, and the only person stopping me from doing all of them is me. I wish I had someone to help me with all this. I don’t know what to do.

This is my brewing. Late night, drinking slowly, for hours. I have so many batches going now, I am being forced into keeping better notes, and staying more organized. Each batch has become so important to me, and such a learning experience, that I find myself constantly wondering how they are doing, like a worried parent. My only real comfort is knowing that time, generally, only helps my cider.
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In the foreground, my first german-style sour is moving into bottling, which will hopefully be accomplished tomorrow. In the middle, my cocktail ( I

This thing is cool. Maybe I need my own place to make look cool. It’s a wardian style terrarium. Hmm…maybe this other one was available.

Did a ton of cider work today, and I am very excited. All three of my ciders are doing great. The champagne style is on track to be as good or better than the last batch, which was one of the best things Ive ever made. There is also my winter cider, on a heavy toast French oak, but that still has a lot of planning and a lot of time to go.

And then there is the Berliner Weiss, which is the one I thought I completely messed up- it tastes wonderfully crisp and definitely sour. Light too, with a beautiful hazy golden color, like an episode of Martha Stewart. It’s a tad more alcoholic than I’d like, but that hasn’t effected the flavor at all. Very excited, wish I had made more, and will harvest and store that yeast tomorrow ( my first real yeast ranching ).

Went for a ride in the hills around my parents house today, just to check things out. I found my old nemesis.