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Or not. Between the heat and very strange dreams, it has not been a restful week at the homestead. Perhaps because of this:




I dreamt last night of a ComicCon-like extravaganza and Neil Gaiman. Who knows. In any event, tunes:


1) Bohemian Like You, The Dandy Warhols

2) Mrs. O'Leary's Cow, Brian Wilson

3) The New Clean Song, Crispin Glover

4) With A Little Energy, Love

5) Yes It Is, The Beatles

6) Heretic Pride, Mountain Goats (2013-06-05 Maxwells Hoboken)

7) When Your Love Falls Down, The Happy Accidents

8) Finn, The Very Sexuals

9) I Love You to Death, The Geez

10) Say Goodbye, Norah Jones


rounding errors


11) Mona Lisa Please, Leon Russell

12) Statuesque, Sleeper

13) Too Many Daves, DylanHearsAWho.com


And off to work, and then it's Everything Happens at Once Day tomorrow! KanPoly in Lawrence, bid planning at NPulsifer's, then the KaCSFFS meeting. At least there'll be lots of beer. Prozac, take me away!
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Having slept until almost 10a (every time I woke up, Yum! would be curled by my head and, if she was awake, put her paw on my arm, as if to say "It's Saturday, you can sleep late.), we headed over to the annual Holly Holly Holly Days Sale, this year held at the high school next to to the Redemptorist Outlet of the Kansas City branch of the International House of Pedophiles.

I was surprised that H3 was there, given that Church's churlish reaction when the Heartland Men's Chorus performed there earlier this year as part of a fundraiser for the Church (the church took the donations, then raked the staff member who scheduled them, and threatened her with firing if she ever let those evil gay men in the church again). H3 is a collection of pagans, wiccans, lesbians, asskickers, shitkickers, and Methodist, so you see my confusion. We saw a bunch of friends and bought some some tie-dyed shirts and socks from a woman we have purchased from before.

Dragonet and I then went on the wild grocery hunt, whilst Rohanna met with her grandson and her paternal counterpart to do some Xmas shopping for the boy. In our peregrinations, D2 and I wound up at Trader Joe's, where we picked up a bottle of Masala sauce that was the centerpiece of our lovely dinner. I also spotted an endcap of "Trader Joe's Vintage Ale, 2011." The packaging looked familiar, so I picked a bottle up and checked the fine print. Sure enough, it was brewed and bottled for them by Unibroue, a wonderful brewery in Montréal. Naturally, I picked up a bottle, to test, of course. I'm a giver-Goddess kinda guy that way.

And it is quite wonderful. A Belgian-style ale with hints of cinnamon and fruit, it is smooth and dark and just every so drinkable. Going to have to get some more. The label suggests it would do well properly cellared. Nom nom.
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Just finished the last bottle of Jewbelation 13: Bar Mitzvah I have in my possession, the anniversary release from Schmaltz Brewing Company. 13 malts, 13 hops, 13% abv. A wonderful beer.I was fortunate to find a supply at the Cosentino's grocery store in the Power & Light District downtown, and bought the last two they had a couple of weeks ago.

Now I just have to wait for the next release (not a euphemism).

Unless someone happens to find it in the metro area and lets me know about it.
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We went to the Flying Saucer for my natal celebration, down in the Power & White Light District downtown. They always list the latest additions to their selections on a big chalkboard over the bar, so that's where I looked first. I immediately saw what I wanted, Founders Breakfast Stout. I was not disappointed. Very rich, full of chocolate and coffee, and smoooooooth. I have not been excessively impressed with most of the beers I've had from Founders, but this and their Old Curmudgeon barleywine are definitely worth checking out.

I had the "Build Your Own" meat & cheese platter for dinner, with pepper salame, hot soprasetta, smoked
Gouda and Manchego. Om nom nom. With it I had a New Belgium Hoptober, which I have enjoyed greatly in bottles, but wanted to try on tap. It's a very tasty medium bodied ale with excellent mouthfeel and a nice, but not overwhelming, hop presence. As always, an excellent experience at Flying Saucer.

Now I am debating whether it's too chilly (48˚) to go out on the porch and have a cigar and finish off the bottle of Port Ellen that I paid a dollar per year for ($25) in 2004. Just enough left to enjoy. I'm thinking it's not that cold.
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I really did listen to these tunes this morning, but I got distracted, and quit before actually posting (or writing anything up here, actually).

The week has been, um, interesting, for values of interesting that involve being lied to a lot. As you will no doubt recall from a previous episode, we ended last Friday with a hole in the front lawn, a broken city water cut-off valve, and a promise from the Water Department that the weekend inspector would come by Saturda morning to confirm the problem and start the process of getting it fixed/replaced.

Ahem. )

So here we are, a week after the process began, still with a big hole in the yard, and the potential for having the street torn up to fix the cut-off valve, whenever they get around to actually doing something. The sound you hear is that of breath not being held. Instead, let's listen to some music:



1) Victoria, Radars To The Sky

2) Funeral Party, The Cure (Live The Cure - Werchter 1981)

3) Recycled Air, The Postal Service

4) Super Collider (Live), Radiohead

5) Sharks Cove, Louie Seven

6) Light My Fire, Shirley Bassey

7) What Is Hip?, Gov't Mule (5/5/01, Orpheum Theatre, New Orleans, LA)

8) Don't Feel Right (Feat. Maimouna Youssef), The Roots

9) Armageddon Days (Are Here Again), The The

10) Touch Me I'm Going to Scream Pt. 2, My Morning Jacket


And a little something for the middleman:


11) Merida mix, Frallar

12) At The Polka Fest, Brave Combo

13) Lille, Lisa Hannigan


But that's not what I came here to talk about. I came to talk about beer. I have tried a number of new (to me, at least) brews in the last couple of weeks.

Southern Tier Brewing Co. is located in New York, so I'm not really sure what they are the Southern Tier of, but I have enjoyed a number of their brews in the last year or so since their product showed up here. Dragonet and I were at Lukas Liquor last Monday, and a sales rep saw the bottle of Iniquity Imperial Black Ale (like an IPA, but with "debittered black malt" in it. Good stuff), and asked D2 if it was hers. She pointed to me, and we started talking. He mentioned that Southern Tier had a new limited run brew out, and said Missouri had gotten 30 cases of it, and Lukas had three. So I sighed, and wandered back over to that end of the store, and picked up a bottle of Crème Brûlée Imperial Milk Stout.

At $9.49 for a 22-oz. bomber, it was pricy, but the potential was interesting. I chilled it, then brought it to share with Rohanna, who will maim you if you get between her and the crème brûlée. When I opened it, the vanilla and carmel notes came flying into my nose, and I was really looking forward to it. Alas, perhaps because of the use of milk sugar or some other factor, the stout just didn't have the usual chewiness to help the vanilla bean make the concept work. Not bad, but not something I would try again (I was amused to see, last Saturday at Grinder's for the show, that they had the stuff on tap there).

Also last week, at a birthday celebration for Carol Doms at Old Chicago, I discovered "Smoke Haus" lager from Shiner Bock, which I had not heard of before. It was quite tasty, with a subtle smoke flavor that would go great with barbecue. Have not seen it in stores yet.

Lastly, I have had a couple of different brews from Founders Brewing, in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The Rye P.A. was very nice. Today I picked up a 6 of their "Dirty Bastard" Scotch Ale, in part due to the name (wonder how litigious Stone Brewing might be, hmmm?). A decent version of the style, not as heavy as some I've had. Overall pretty good. Alas, I doubt we'll be getting any of their "Devil Dancer" IPA (12%, 112 IBUs!) down here.

Tomorrow is Julie Hise's wake. I picked up a bottle of Dead Guy Ale, as tradition dictates. Other than that, no agenda this weekend. Monday we'll see what progress, if any, is made toward there being a stillness on the waters, at least long enough to get the damn pipe connected.
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This morning I drove Rohanna to her dance practice, so I could run some errands whilst she was jigging and reeling. As we drove down Main, we notice a Big Green Egg inflatable outside this store, and vowed to check it out on the way back home. We then got caught in some kind of probably very worthwhile but exceedingly annoying walking thing that had half the Plaza shut down, specifically the part we needed to get through. Eventually, we made it out and headed to the church where dance practice is held. I dropped Ro off, and headed south in search of many thing.

First stop Price Chopper, which did not have the Jones Soda I was craving. Then across the street to Lukas Liquor (Kansas side), where I picked up Boulder Brewing's Hazed and Infused dry-hopped ale, Lakefront (Wisconsin) Brewing's IPA and a summer sampler from Saranac Brewing of Utica, NY.

Then to the necessary part of the peregrinations: Daddy needed a new pair of shoes. The boots I had been wearing pretty much daily for two years had developed a split along the seam by my right big toe, and it had grown explosively in the past few days. So I dropped into Wallyworld and picked up a pair of hiking boots on sale for $13. At checkout, they rang up for $9, which pleased me.

Since I still had time, I headed across the parking lot to Best Buy, where I grabbed the new Neko Case and Decemberists cds. At checkout, the clerk told me the total, and I pointed out to him that neither of the prices on his screen matched the ones on the stickers on the discs. After a brief consult with a supervisor, I headed back to pick up Ro, my discount cds stored with the rest of my loot.

As agreed, we stopped at Trapp to see what the brouhaha was about. They had several Eggs in various sizes up and cooking, and were sharing sausage, ribs and cheese (the latter grilled on cedar planks for 15 minutes or so. Brie and Pecorino Romano. Om damn nom). I chatted with one of the salesmen about the Egg, then we went inside, where there was a wide variety of spices, rubs, marinades, sauces and other paraphernalia for the outdoor chef. We managed to control ourselves, and only got a bottle of Chipotle-Lime grilling sauce and some Spiced Rum Butterscotch topping.

Tomorrow morning one of Ro's supppliers who does roofing on the side (not a euphemism) is coming by to check out our problems, then Ro and I are going to the ballpark to see the Great Ghod Greinke pitch.
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This morning I drove Rohanna to her dance practice, so I could run some errands whilst she was jigging and reeling. As we drove down Main, we notice a Big Green Egg inflatable outside this store, and vowed to check it out on the way back home. We then got caught in some kind of probably very worthwhile but exceedingly annoying walking thing that had half the Plaza shut down, specifically the part we needed to get through. Eventually, we made it out and headed to the church where dance practice is held. I dropped Ro off, and headed south in search of many thing.

First stop Price Chopper, which did not have the Jones Soda I was craving. Then across the street to Lukas Liquor (Kansas side), where I picked up Boulder Brewing's Hazed and Infused dry-hopped ale, Lakefront (Wisconsin) Brewing's IPA and a summer sampler from Saranac Brewing of Utica, NY.

Then to the necessary part of the peregrinations: Daddy needed a new pair of shoes. The boots I had been wearing pretty much daily for two years had developed a split along the seam by my right big toe, and it had grown explosively in the past few days. So I dropped into Wallyworld and picked up a pair of hiking boots on sale for $13. At checkout, they rang up for $9, which pleased me.

Since I still had time, I headed across the parking lot to Best Buy, where I grabbed the new Neko Case and Decemberists cds. At checkout, the clerk told me the total, and I pointed out to him that neither of the prices on his screen matched the ones on the stickers on the discs. After a brief consult with a supervisor, I headed back to pick up Ro, my discount cds stored with the rest of my loot.

As agreed, we stopped at Trapp to see what the brouhaha was about. They had several Eggs in various sizes up and cooking, and were sharing sausage, ribs and cheese (the latter grilled on cedar planks for 15 minutes or so. Brie and Pecorino Romano. Om damn nom). I chatted with one of the salesmen about the Egg, then we went inside, where there was a wide variety of spices, rubs, marinades, sauces and other paraphernalia for the outdoor chef. We managed to control ourselves, and only got a bottle of Chipotle-Lime grilling sauce and some Spiced Rum Butterscotch topping.

Tomorrow morning one of Ro's supppliers who does roofing on the side (not a euphemism) is coming by to check out our problems, then Ro and I are going to the ballpark to see the Great Ghod Greinke pitch.
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1) Margaret Vs. Pauline, Neko Case

2) No One's Leaving, Jane's Addiction

3) The Royal Scam, The Royal Scam

4) Worldes Blis Ne Last (Live), Richard Thompson

5) A Hard Day's Night, The Beatles

6) Show Biz Kids, Steely Dan

7) Barbecutie, Sparks

8) Burning House Of Love, X

9) Mirror People, Love & Rockets

10) Blood Makes Noise, Suzanne Vega

and beyond . . .

11) Come On Baby Let's Go Downtown, Neil Young

12) Hokey Pokey [Live], Richard & Linda Thompson (no, not that Hokey Pokey)

13) Sympathy For The Devil, Laibach

So, on to the baseball playoffs. This has been a fascinating week, beginning with the one-game playoff between San Diego and Colorado for the wildcard slot in the National League, a 13-inning endurance test that ended with a Rockies player laid out by home plate, bleeding from his face-plant slide that scored the winning run.

After two days and five games of the actual playoffs, my preferences are perfectly reflected in the game results (go Rockies, Red Sox, Indians; die Cubs die, Steinbrenner delenda est!). Whether this will continue to hold remains to be seen. I met up with Pulsifer and Tanya last night at Charlie Hooper's to watch the Yankees have their Wang beaten hard by the Indians (for the non-fans, Chien-Ming Wang was the Yankees' starting pitcher last night; he went 4.1 innings before the Yanks pulled their Wang [don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from if he pitches again]). Dragonet and Rohanna dropped by for a bit to watch the carnage. It was a fun evening.

Rohanna was mourning the Cubs' sad performance Wednesday evening, saying "But it's their turn to win! It's a sign of the apocalypse!" I pointed out that the apocalypse, in any mythology, generally involved the end of the world, and that this didn't strike me as a good thing as such. She admitted I had a point, but continued to pout.

In other general news, I picked up my bottle of Arran non-chillfiltered whisky last night. It's just as good as I thought it was. And for those in the KC area, Grinders is hosting a free Beer-a-palooza-rama thingie tonight and tomorrow. 20 brewers, 40+ beers to sample. I'm thinking about stopping in on the way home and checking it out. If I survive, I'll post a report here.
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1) Margaret Vs. Pauline, Neko Case

2) No One's Leaving, Jane's Addiction

3) The Royal Scam, The Royal Scam

4) Worldes Blis Ne Last (Live), Richard Thompson

5) A Hard Day's Night, The Beatles

6) Show Biz Kids, Steely Dan

7) Barbecutie, Sparks

8) Burning House Of Love, X

9) Mirror People, Love & Rockets

10) Blood Makes Noise, Suzanne Vega

and beyond . . .

11) Come On Baby Let's Go Downtown, Neil Young

12) Hokey Pokey [Live], Richard & Linda Thompson (no, not that Hokey Pokey)

13) Sympathy For The Devil, Laibach

So, on to the baseball playoffs. This has been a fascinating week, beginning with the one-game playoff between San Diego and Colorado for the wildcard slot in the National League, a 13-inning endurance test that ended with a Rockies player laid out by home plate, bleeding from his face-plant slide that scored the winning run.

After two days and five games of the actual playoffs, my preferences are perfectly reflected in the game results (go Rockies, Red Sox, Indians; die Cubs die, Steinbrenner delenda est!). Whether this will continue to hold remains to be seen. I met up with Pulsifer and Tanya last night at Charlie Hooper's to watch the Yankees have their Wang beaten hard by the Indians (for the non-fans, Chien-Ming Wang was the Yankees' starting pitcher last night; he went 4.1 innings before the Yanks pulled their Wang [don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from if he pitches again]). Dragonet and Rohanna dropped by for a bit to watch the carnage. It was a fun evening.

Rohanna was mourning the Cubs' sad performance Wednesday evening, saying "But it's their turn to win! It's a sign of the apocalypse!" I pointed out that the apocalypse, in any mythology, generally involved the end of the world, and that this didn't strike me as a good thing as such. She admitted I had a point, but continued to pout.

In other general news, I picked up my bottle of Arran non-chillfiltered whisky last night. It's just as good as I thought it was. And for those in the KC area, Grinders is hosting a free Beer-a-palooza-rama thingie tonight and tomorrow. 20 brewers, 40+ beers to sample. I'm thinking about stopping in on the way home and checking it out. If I survive, I'll post a report here.

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