August 30, 2007
As is well known to the readers of The Liberty Papers and The Unrepentant Individual, I love beer. It’s also true, largely due to drinking beer, that I could stand to be in better shape. So when I one day found the sport of hashing, I was excited. Sometimes called “a drinking club with a running problem”, it’s an excuse for runners to drink (or in my case, for drinkers to run).
Unfortunately, life got in the way, and I haven’t had a chance to get involved in a hashing club. It’s probably for the best, though, because some hashers found themselves in quite hot water recently:
Two people who sprinkled flour in a parking lot to mark a trail for their offbeat running club inadvertently caused a bioterrorism scare and now face a felony charge.
The sprinkled powder forced hundreds to evacuate an IKEA furniture store Thursday.
New Haven ophthalmologist Daniel Salchow, 36, and his sister, Dorothee, 31, who is visiting from Hamburg, Germany, were both charged with first-degree breach of peace, a felony.
Daniel Salchow biked back to IKEA when he heard there was a problem and told officers the powder was just harmless flour, which he said he and his sister have sprinkled everywhere from New York to California without incident.
â€œNot in my wildest dreams did I ever anticipate anything like that,â€ he said.
Phew. Thank god our fine law enforcement has saved us from crazy ophthalmologists with flour!
In a sane world I would expect that law enforcement would realize that they’ve overreacted, and everyone would go on there merry way… Knowing the world we live in, though, it makes perfect sense that this would be blown out of proportion and these people brought up on felony charges. After all, if the local authorities admit they made a mistake, they might have to answer to someone for it. Much better to simply deny they’ve done anything wrong and blame the victim!
And that’s just what the spokeswoman has done:
Mayoral spokeswoman Jessica Mayorga said the city plans to seek restitution from the Salchows, who are due in court Sept. 14.
â€œYou see powder connected by arrows and chalk, you never know,â€ she said. â€œIt could be a terrorist, it could be something more serious. Weâ€™re thankful it wasnâ€™t, but there were a lot of resources that went into figuring that out.â€
However, federal authorities have raised us to threat level Orange, until the below terrorist is apprehended.
Hat Tip: Billy Beck
August 16, 2007
As I’ve pointed out before (quite a few times), I don’t like California. I’ve done some things to ensure that I’m at least in an area that doesn’t make me want to hit someone, and for that, the ability to walk to the beach, and the nice cool beach breeze really comes in handy. One of the things I told my wife before we moved back here, though, was that while I wasn’t happy about California, I was sure that once Wyatt arrived, I’d have enough to make me happy that I wouldn’t really care where we lived. And that’s definitely true.
But at the same time, there are some things that remind me of some of the advantages of living here. For example, below is our view from the recovery room at the hospital. This is better than most hotels I’ve been to!
Granted, Wyatt won’t remember the hospital. And he’s not even in that picture. So perhaps a picture of his first real outing might be better. As I’ve pointed out, behind my apartment complex is a golf course and the St. Regis resort (within walking distance). So below is the first time we went out for a meal or other activity with him.
I don’t like SoCal, but that’s mainly due to the people. I love the weather and the scenery. Wyatt will be able to do things that I never could as a kid, such as going to the beach and surfing. He’ll be able to go snowboarding without having to experience winter on a daily basis.
I think he already looks happy about it!
August 11, 2007
So, people have been wondering what I meant when I said he had “Warbiany feet”.
Well, his mother has cute, dainty little feet. He didn’t inherit those. My father has little size 12 feet, I have size 13, my brother has size 14, and his son came out with feet that looked much, much bigger than an average baby.
So what are “Warbiany feet”? Take a look at the below photo, of Wyatt’s newborn footprints. Note the size of the paper they allocate to the footprint, and the relative size of his feet. I have a feeling he’ll grow up to have the same trouble finding shoes in his size that I do…
August 8, 2007
Born today at 12:05 PM. 7 lb, 15 oz. 20 inches long. And with Warbiany feet, that’s for sure.
Below The Beltway linked with Congratulations Are In Order
August 7, 2007
Guinness is an interesting dog… He managed to swallow a bee yesterday, ended up with my hysteric pregnant wife taking him to the vet, as he’s throwing up and apparently having trouble breathing. The vet gave him a couple injections in case he was having a reaction to the bee, and eventually he came home.
But I think one of two things occurred. Either there was a mixup, and my little Guinness is juicin’ like Barry Bonds, or the bee was radioactive and has turned him into a superdog. Because I don’t know how else he would have picked up this massive bone!
August 6, 2007
It’s been two months, and I need to brew some beer. This time of year, particularly in Southern California, is a bit difficult for brewing. Fermentation temperature is crucial for most beers, and it’s tough to keep it as cool as necessary to keep from having off flavors.
That only means one thing. When life gives you high temperatures, make Belgian beers! Belgian beers make use of strains of yeast that work best at higher temperatures, and the flavors those yeasts imparts are the characteristic signature of Belgian beer.
So I got an idea… In most brewpubs, the question of what to serve BMC (Bud-Miller-Coors) drinkers is a tough one. Usually, brewpubs will offer a wheat beer, since it’s typically the lightest beer they offer. But I got an idea that I might be able to do something better. Two of the biggest reasons some people don’t like craft beer is due to bitterness (hops) or the flavor of strong roasted malts. That cuts out a lot of options. But it leaves open Belgians. Some Belgians aren’t hoppy, don’t have overwhelming malt characteristics, but neither are they boring beers.
The yeast characteristic gives a Belgian beer a flavor profile that often surprises people. It’s a beer unlike any they’ve ever had. Many people are almost surprised it’s even beer!
So I have two goals. First, I want a light ale that goes down easy, but has enough interesting flavor to keep me coming back. Second, I want an inoffensive beer that I can introduce to new beer drinkers, the type who wouldn’t even take two sips of one of my bitter IPA’s or stouts full of roasted malts.
Thus the Belgian Lighthouse Ale was born. A beer in the 4.5% range, neither bitter nor dark, with plenty of interesting malt characteristics to keep me happy, and the fruity esters of Belgian yeast to add that special kick. And a nice double meaning in the name, the Belgian Lighthouse Ale happens to be a belgian light house ale.
All in all, I think it’ll make a lot of drinkers happy.
Belgian Lighthouse Ale (10 gallon batch)
6# Belgian Pilsner
1# White Wheat
1 oz Tettnang @ 60 minutes
1 oz Tettnang @ 10 minutes
WLP550 White Labs Belgian Ale Yeast
Bitterness: 11.9 IBU
Color: 6.3 SRM
Last week, my old boss jokingly asked me why I was selling pharmaceuticals on the internet. It seems he’s been getting emails from a “Brad Warbiany” (with rotating hotmail email addresses) trying to sell him medications to increase the size of his… confidence.
This appears to be one issue with having a unique name that is easily found on the internet that I hadn’t considered. I now have spammers using my name to peddle their wares. And frankly, that’s the last thing I need, especially if it’s widespread enough that someone who actually knows me is getting this spam.
But I don’t know what to do about it. I doubt I could find whoever is responsible, and even if I did, I doubt they’re in the USA. I’m not sure I have any recourse to stop these guys. About the only thing I can think of is to contact Microsoft/Hotmail and see if there’s anything they can do about it.
August 2, 2007
Wow… So today, I decided to meet my wife at the in-laws, where parking is always at a premium. I arrive, unload the truck, and right as I’m about to start searching for a parking space, a guy asks if I mind giving his car a jumpstart. No problem, of course, and it’s especially nice because he was parked in a prime location, and he was about to leave.
So I drive over there, park nose-to-nose with him (he’s parallel parked at the front of a line of cars), and we get his car started. He pulls out, I pull in, and all is well. Of course, now I’m facing the “wrong” direction in my parking space.
I get into the house, and the wife & family ask why I’m parked the wrong way… “Oh, I gave that guy a jump, and I was already facing that way, so I pulled in.” We head off for dinner, and get back, and they tell me “You need to move your truck, or you’re gonna get a ticket!”
A ticket? For parking on the “wrong” side of the street? On a dead-end street where the only real traffic is people driving around at 3 mph looking for parking spots?!
Yep, it’s illegal. It hurts nobody, and in the grand scheme of things, it’s absolutely meaningless and pointless to make it a law that you park one direction or another. Yet my whole family is looking like me as if I’m crazy for not “getting it”. Because it’s the “law”, and that’s what you’re “supposed” to do. The nice man in the blue uniform has a gun, and if you don’t snap to attention and follow orders, he’s going to reach into your wallet and take your stuff.
Ridiculous. Luckily, I went over to my truck, and didn’t find a ticket there. But can anyone find a justification for this other than revenue enhancement? Is Newport Beach so crime-free that cops really have time to devote to this?