Irony

When the soap dispenser at the sink is the filthiest, most infectious looking thing in the room, what's a guy to do?

Haiku

A haiku...

Kayak

Just floating along,
I contemplate to myself,
Why don't I paddle?

Kaydee Ella

There is nothing more commanding of the entire spectrum of human emotion than to have a child. Except maybe for having two.

Happy Halloween

I and Love and You

Best song I've heard in awhile...

Love this song.

A Little Fall

The Siren

Every Monday the siren sounds at 12:00PM. At that exact time, I am usually on my way to the car for lunch. In that moment, there is nothing more impending, nothing quite as imminent as the fear that the sound of that siren makes. As I fumble for my keys, I get this distinct, crippling feeling that one of two things is about to happen: either a commencing nuclear strike or a shambling zombie outbreak. Regardless of the event, both make me walk just a little bit faster.

Homebrew News

Just an update on the latest homebrew: I opened the first of the Pale Ale that I made in September and did a blind taste test a couple of weeks ago with it and a commercial Pale Ale. I had three judges, myself included, and of the three on the panel, each preferred beer number one which I am excited to say was mine. I haven't tried it since. I've been waiting to have it as "new baby celebration" beer, and since it was only a half-batch, I wanted to save all I could. I'm hoping it continues to get better and hits it's peak in a week or two. That will be perfect timing.

Also, I have an oatmeal stout that I brewed about a month ago. I have since transferred it into the secondary and added some bourbon soaked oak chips. It tasted pretty good before the oak, so here's hoping I didn't ruin anything through experimentation. If it all turns out alright, I'll be opening the first of those at Christmas. That's all for the fall brewing season. We'll have to see how busy I get coming up this winter for any more. Cheers!

Fresh Air

Allow me to reiterate a former sentiment: there is little worse for enjoying a nice early autumn afternoon than to inhale the cigarette smoke from the car two places in front of you at the stoplight. Note: not only are you destroying your own lungs with a cocktail of toxic smoke and poisonous tar, but you're infringing on my right to breathe fresh air as well. Roll up your window and choke on it...jerk.

New Artist

Here's some new art from one of my new favorite artists.






Here is the artist at work on the ipod.

Marquette Rodeo

A few pictures from the rodeo.

Pop Quiz

It's the most beautiful Kansas July evening in recent memory, where am I?

a). Mowing my lawn
b). Enjoying a beer on the front porch
c). Kayaking down the river
d). Sitting in my office finishing a proposal

Be careful, I may not like your answer.

Monday

It was Monday. He looked right through her. It was a queer sensation. He blinked a few times in confusion. One minute she had been giving an acceptance speech, and the next she was gone. All he heard was muffled sounds, as if he were being submerged under water. He could clearly make out the cabinets and counter directly behind her. Was she disappearing? Then came the applause around him, quickly at first, then slowed down as if someone were restricting the film. It was muffled too, an echo in the hollow void into which he was sinking. The people around him could seemingly still see and hear. They were still a part of the world, of the world's time. He was not.

Soon the others were not moving, or rather, not to the human eye. It was silent. They had slowed to a point that he was able see the individual molecules that made up their being. He walked towards them and with a wave of his hand, as if warding off an annoying insect, was able to brush aside the molecules and phase through the matter. He held one in his hand and observed the complexity of this one tiny block of life, and marveled at it's wonder.

Then a deafening snap filled his ears and he felt as though someone had shoved him violently backwards to his original position. Clapping crescendoed up from an echo and a form began to transfigure in front of the cabinets. "Let's have cake," she said. It took him a real world moment to realize that he was back on earth's time, watching them eat cake.

He wondered what Tuesday would be like.

Firestone

I guess this means I'm moving to California...

The Wall

He didn't see me watching, and I hoped that he wouldn't. Maybe that would be all it would take, him thinking he was alone. For he was standing in front of a brick wall that he had no business being in front of, dressed in clothes he had no business wearing. I desperately wanted him to tap a few bricks, walk through the wall, and not come out the other side, but alas, today he did not. Shame, it would have been neat to have followed him.