Sunday, August 29, 2010

Late Night Baby Daddy IPA

I am positively thrilled to introduce MoreFew's Brews very first homebrew, Late Night Baby Daddy!

Late Night Baby Daddy gets its name from a series of quite literal circumstances. The details can be found here, but the gist of the story goes as follows:

The brew kit was an awesome Father's Day gift and I couldn't wait to get started. Well, the brew took several hours longer than I expected and it was 3am before all was said and done. Thus, the "late night" and because the fermentation ended around the same time as the birth of my daughter... the "baby daddy."

Late Night Baby Daddy is a partial-mash India Pale Ale and it's very tasty. Amber in color and light to medium in body, what this ale lacks in head is more than made up for in aroma and flavor. Hop Damn!

Perfect for entertaining or for quenching your thirst after a hard day... or an easy day...

Really, the only problem with this beer is that it's going too fast! You'd think 5 gallons would be sufficient.

You'd be wrong.

"He was a wise man who invented beer."

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Oy, What A Week

This morning I got up to go for a brick. For the uninitiated, a brick is a workout specific to the sport of triathlon, and combines any two of the three disciplines (swim/bike/run) into one workout. Brutal!

After punching the snooze button in the face for or five times I finally put my feet on the floor. Of course the dog wanted to go for a walk. So bleary-eyed and wobbly I found the leash and opened the door to... THE MOST GOD AWFUL SOUND IMAGINABLE!

Blundering, sleep deprived fool that I am, I forgot to disarm the house alarm. Needless to say I woke everyone up. And the ferocious guard dog? Vapor trail. Found him cowering under the bed some time later.

As for the workout, well, the bike went okay - put in about 23 miles at an average pace of 18 MPH. On the other hand, the run was terrible, a measly 4 miles at a pace of nearly 10 minutes per mile! I just didn't have it in me -- I'm chalking it up to a fatigue cocktail of equal parts:
  • sleep deprivation
  • heat
  • humidity
  • donating blood
Seriously, I hope I bounce back here because it's getting ugly. Aside from setting off the burglar alarm I've:
  • Walked into a wall
  • Poured a cup of coffee, then put the coffee pot in the cupboard and the coffee cup on the warmer. I actually did this and walked away empty handed!
  • Spilled a cup of coffee (different day from prior bullet)
  • Leaving trail of lights and appliances turned on
  • Went the wrong way on a one-way street
Must get more sleep...

"The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late."
-Charles Caleb Colton

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Lost Soles

Friends, we gather here today to celebrate the life, and the death, of two precious soles that together provided a great deal of comfort. These kind soles cushioned many miles on the hard road of life.

Born of science, their heavenly scent inspired action! But like all of us they too aged with time and newness eventually gave way to a less sweet perfume - one fueled by sweat and mud and... other things.

Through time and distance these hearty soles endured to the end - stretching the very fabric of their being in pursuit of life.

"The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases."
- Carl Jung

Friday, August 06, 2010

Wise Tri

According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of the word “wise” is as follows:

a: characterized by wisdom : marked by deep understanding, keen discernment, and a capacity for sound judgment b: exercising or showing sound judgment : prudent

Somehow signing up for the Wise Olympic Distance Triathlon fails this definition… Where exactly have I shown a “capacity for sound judgment” by committing to swim/bike/run in the middle of a blazing hot North Texas summer?

What “keen discernment” is evidenced by my haphazard training regimen?

And where was my “deep understanding” when I signed up for this race with my newborn daughter asleep in my lap?

As a friend and colleague pointed out, I’ve gotta be doing it for the t-shirt…

"He who hesitates is a damned fool."
-Mae West