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drpaisleyI 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.
Monday, I called the Water Dept. at just after 8a, using the number on the forms we got telling us we had to replace the pipe involved or have our water shut off. I spoke with the individual whose name was on the paperwork, who had no knowledge of anything that had transpired on Friday, but promised to check it out and give me a call back. And evening and morning, the first day.
Tuesday morning, I called again. The Water Dept. person recognized me immediately, and promised to send an inspector who was in the office over to check the situation out "right away." When I left for work, no such person had yet arrived. I got a call at 11.30 or so, from said inspector, who was on his way over to see if he could shut the water off. I told him where the external faucet was, so he could check his work. He called back a bit later, saying he had determined the valve was not moveable, and that he would file a work order, and when I asked how long it might be before it was worked on, said he would "put a rush on it," since we had the contractor's backhoe and pipe shoving devices sitting at the back of the driveway (definitely not euphemisms). And evening and morning, the second day.
Wednesday I didn't get around to calling the Water Dept. before I left. When Dragonet got home from her daily visit to our friend John's, she found the contractor (or rather the machinery owner/operator) standing by the big hole, having had an intense conversation with the Water Dept., which oddly enough had no information concerning any visit from their inspectors to our location, much less any work orders on file. While he waited, an inspector came out, confirmed the problem, and expressed shock and dismay over the lack of action. They left, promising immediate action. And evening and morning, the third day.
On Thursday, somebody rested. Not me, I finished up several jobs at work. And evening and morning, etc.
As I was preparing to go to work this morning (literally, I was just starting downstairs after brushing my teeth), the doorbell rang. Who should I apprehend at the door but a minion of the Water Dept.! He was there, he said, to "find out what the situation was." I proceeded to give him the Massacree in four-part harmony, all of which was news to him, of course. He said he would make sure they got right on it, but couldn't guarantee when a crew would be out. It wasn't today, that much I can be certain of. And evening, with morning to come.
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.
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.
Monday, I called the Water Dept. at just after 8a, using the number on the forms we got telling us we had to replace the pipe involved or have our water shut off. I spoke with the individual whose name was on the paperwork, who had no knowledge of anything that had transpired on Friday, but promised to check it out and give me a call back. And evening and morning, the first day.
Tuesday morning, I called again. The Water Dept. person recognized me immediately, and promised to send an inspector who was in the office over to check the situation out "right away." When I left for work, no such person had yet arrived. I got a call at 11.30 or so, from said inspector, who was on his way over to see if he could shut the water off. I told him where the external faucet was, so he could check his work. He called back a bit later, saying he had determined the valve was not moveable, and that he would file a work order, and when I asked how long it might be before it was worked on, said he would "put a rush on it," since we had the contractor's backhoe and pipe shoving devices sitting at the back of the driveway (definitely not euphemisms). And evening and morning, the second day.
Wednesday I didn't get around to calling the Water Dept. before I left. When Dragonet got home from her daily visit to our friend John's, she found the contractor (or rather the machinery owner/operator) standing by the big hole, having had an intense conversation with the Water Dept., which oddly enough had no information concerning any visit from their inspectors to our location, much less any work orders on file. While he waited, an inspector came out, confirmed the problem, and expressed shock and dismay over the lack of action. They left, promising immediate action. And evening and morning, the third day.
On Thursday, somebody rested. Not me, I finished up several jobs at work. And evening and morning, etc.
As I was preparing to go to work this morning (literally, I was just starting downstairs after brushing my teeth), the doorbell rang. Who should I apprehend at the door but a minion of the Water Dept.! He was there, he said, to "find out what the situation was." I proceeded to give him the Massacree in four-part harmony, all of which was news to him, of course. He said he would make sure they got right on it, but couldn't guarantee when a crew would be out. It wasn't today, that much I can be certain of. And evening, with morning to come.
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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Date: 2009-07-25 01:10 pm (UTC)