Thank God, my cold seems to be on the wane, after a few days of blowing my nose raw, disgusting legions of co-workers in the process. My nostrils look shattered today, red and torn-up -- you'd think I'd spent the last few days hoovering coke like the '80s Pittsburgh Pirates, but I swear, it's just improperly-draining sinuses.
Pleasant images, I know. Onward though: the latest "make life more interesting" plan is... homebrewing. You read right. It really does seem to have the most potential for comic misadventures.
Boulder, of course, had a pretty prevalent micro/homebrewing culture, one I only really briefly touched upon while I was there (a few trips to homebrewers' bashes, for all the wrong reasons).
In my grand tradition of half-assed projects, I've already bought a book ("Homebrewing for Dummies"), and made up a bunch of sample beer labels for friends (all firmly in the inside joke category, and thus not really worth posting). The project may end up stillborn, as I don't know if I actually even have room to do it (though, perhaps I could just, say, get rid of the washer and dryer). But if I do, get forward for wacky tales of self-poisoning and Tomas Kloucek jerseys that reek of sour beer. I'm having a mid-life crisis and I don't even live in the suburbs yet.
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Just passed along by Fidel: an article on still-living PPA idol, Patrick Leigh Fermor. Sounds like he's gearing up to finish the third volume of the famous trilogy -- good news all around!