A couple of months ago I tried making root beer in my dorm room. It's pretty simple: yeast, sugar, water, and extract. Unfortunately, I let it ferment too long, and ended up with a slightly alcoholic mess. At some point I want to try again.
Right now, though, I'll have to settle for IBC. I've made sort of a habit of trying different root beers that I come across, with the most eclectic being "Old Soaker," made in Bar Harbor. There are quite a few tiny breweries in Maine, I've discovered, and some that are not so tiny. It's a big plus that I'll be 21 next year, and able to sample a full range of products, instead of just the root variety.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Friday, April 02, 2010
Update Update Update!
So I'm not sure if anybody is still reading this, but I feel the need to rant, so I'm going to.
Allow me to describe the past couple days in excruciating detail:
Wednesday, 5:30: After a quick dinner, go to pull truck (borrowed) around to where we need it to load set pieces for the play going up Friday night.
Wednesday, 6:00: Realize the truck is not in the parking lot where I was sent to find it. Go to different lot, find truck.
Wednesday, 6:15: Truck does not start; battery is dead. Pop hood, call security, wait for help.
Wednesday, 6:20: Security alerts me that they will not be there for at least a half hour. Start to call around, get friend already at theater to drive back.
Wednesday, 6:30: Jump the truck using cables conveniently stowed in the bed. Drive to theater. Realize the bed cover needs to come off; four sticking bolts later, success. Load oversized fake fireplace, attempt to drive to theater downtown where the play will be performed.
Wednesday, 6:50: Jump truck again, using a different car and different cables. Drive downtown, unload set piece, get in costume. Rehearsal, etc.
Suffice to say the rehearsal did not go too well.
Wednesday, 10:00: Drive back to campus; mercifully, no more troubles starting the truck. Get slightly lost on the way back, but Waterville is tiny enough that finding campus is easy.
Wednesday, 11:00: Finish reattaching bed cover in dark; park truck in the lot it was supposedly in in the first place.
Wednesday, 11:30: Suffer minor breakdown after kicking roommate, roommate's girlfriend, and other friends out of room. Check email on whim, find rejection letter from OSU summer research program. Go over lines, read "Life of Biff" until falling asleep.
Thursday, 8:00: Asleep, skipping work.
Thursday, 9:30-1:30: Class, lab, research, etc. Bacterial conjugation to transfer antibiotic resistance.
Thursday, 2:00: Outside in sun doing crossword. Best part of the day.
Thursday, 3:15: Throwing baseball with friends. Also fun.
Thursday, 4:15: More loading of set pieces, riding downtown. One piece is too big to transport in the truck; swap it out for narrower but just as tall piece.
Thursday, 5:30: Makeup!
Thursday, 6:30: Drive downtown; stop on the way for ice cream. Close second for best part of the day.
Thursday, 6:45-10:15: Rehearse lines while set for play is being built. Walk to pizza parlor (in costume) at 9:00, get take-out for cast. Piece of veggie pizza constitutes dinner.
Thursday, 10:15-12: Final dress rehearsal. Goes well.
Friday, present time: Writing, ranting, bitching. I'm very stressed, and I normally don't get very stressed. I need sleep, and lots of it, and I won't be getting it. I'll be skipping work again, for an extra two hours, but I still have homework, and class, and lab. And then a performance.
Once that's all over with, I can start concentrating on things like student government commitments, and ornithology research projects (feeding habits of hairy and downy woodpeckers, since you asked), and all sorts of other things that I've been ignoring for the past few days. Now I'm going to crawl into bed and not come out until I feel like I can go in public without being mean to everyone I encounter.
Also, consider this my whiniest post EVER. I'm posting this because I wrote it, and because I honestly do feel as stressed as I ever have. But never again, I hope.
Allow me to describe the past couple days in excruciating detail:
Wednesday, 5:30: After a quick dinner, go to pull truck (borrowed) around to where we need it to load set pieces for the play going up Friday night.
Wednesday, 6:00: Realize the truck is not in the parking lot where I was sent to find it. Go to different lot, find truck.
Wednesday, 6:15: Truck does not start; battery is dead. Pop hood, call security, wait for help.
Wednesday, 6:20: Security alerts me that they will not be there for at least a half hour. Start to call around, get friend already at theater to drive back.
Wednesday, 6:30: Jump the truck using cables conveniently stowed in the bed. Drive to theater. Realize the bed cover needs to come off; four sticking bolts later, success. Load oversized fake fireplace, attempt to drive to theater downtown where the play will be performed.
Wednesday, 6:50: Jump truck again, using a different car and different cables. Drive downtown, unload set piece, get in costume. Rehearsal, etc.
Suffice to say the rehearsal did not go too well.
Wednesday, 10:00: Drive back to campus; mercifully, no more troubles starting the truck. Get slightly lost on the way back, but Waterville is tiny enough that finding campus is easy.
Wednesday, 11:00: Finish reattaching bed cover in dark; park truck in the lot it was supposedly in in the first place.
Wednesday, 11:30: Suffer minor breakdown after kicking roommate, roommate's girlfriend, and other friends out of room. Check email on whim, find rejection letter from OSU summer research program. Go over lines, read "Life of Biff" until falling asleep.
Thursday, 8:00: Asleep, skipping work.
Thursday, 9:30-1:30: Class, lab, research, etc. Bacterial conjugation to transfer antibiotic resistance.
Thursday, 2:00: Outside in sun doing crossword. Best part of the day.
Thursday, 3:15: Throwing baseball with friends. Also fun.
Thursday, 4:15: More loading of set pieces, riding downtown. One piece is too big to transport in the truck; swap it out for narrower but just as tall piece.
Thursday, 5:30: Makeup!
Thursday, 6:30: Drive downtown; stop on the way for ice cream. Close second for best part of the day.
Thursday, 6:45-10:15: Rehearse lines while set for play is being built. Walk to pizza parlor (in costume) at 9:00, get take-out for cast. Piece of veggie pizza constitutes dinner.
Thursday, 10:15-12: Final dress rehearsal. Goes well.
Friday, present time: Writing, ranting, bitching. I'm very stressed, and I normally don't get very stressed. I need sleep, and lots of it, and I won't be getting it. I'll be skipping work again, for an extra two hours, but I still have homework, and class, and lab. And then a performance.
Once that's all over with, I can start concentrating on things like student government commitments, and ornithology research projects (feeding habits of hairy and downy woodpeckers, since you asked), and all sorts of other things that I've been ignoring for the past few days. Now I'm going to crawl into bed and not come out until I feel like I can go in public without being mean to everyone I encounter.
Also, consider this my whiniest post EVER. I'm posting this because I wrote it, and because I honestly do feel as stressed as I ever have. But never again, I hope.
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