Lots of things happen when you can't sleep.

Ah, life in Chicago....

What have I been up to? Good question...

Well, I went out drinking on St. Patrick's day and then went out drinking again some time later and again, I think. Somewhere in there I went to a protest. What for? Who cares? Smash the state!

I'm still need a job. I bottled some beer. I finished Second Foundation last night. I like it better now that I don't have to read the damn thing anymore. It just sort of sits there innocuously, not hurting a fly let alone God the Dog.

I'm gonna go to Dominic's today for potatoes. They're cheap as a bastard and a prime source of nutrients for a healthy youth such as myself. Also, bottle conditioned beer is a good source of B-complex vitamins and hopefully Riboflavin. Riboflavin is essential to time travel, you know.

I never did get any Pizza yesterday. Instead, Chad and I took a trip up to Dominic's and bought the makings for shepard's pie--ground beef, sausage, potatoes, carrots, celery, cream, raisins, onions... You just make mashed potatoes with the potatoes and you make a stew out of the rest of the stuff then you put a layer of stew covered with a layer of mashed potatoes in some kind of dish that you put in the oven and bake. Easy!

I did, however, put more hops in my beer. Yay!

I'm reading Second Foundation by Isaac Asimov. I really liked Foundation but I'm getting really bored with Second Foundation. I think I'm in the midst of an Asimov overload as I just read a book of short stories by him not too long ago.

Do you ever find yourself unable to write anymore despite having more to say? I feel like that right now.

On occasion, I run out of food around the house. It leads to some interesting inventions. A few nights ago I made deep fried chilli balls. They tasted backwoods in the opinion of most. I just thought it was sweet to deep fry chilli.

My roomate, Chad, has managed to perfect a recipe for deep fried doughballs with garlic and jalepeno peppers. They're tasty little sons of bitches--sort of like hush puppies only sassy.

I want some Pizza.

I'm gonna go add more hops to my beer. Later.

So I'm here and you're there. What's that mean to you? Something, I hope. Not a lot, probably but something. You need to spend more time thinking about space because space is time and time is everything. Yes...

Cassie is in town and Cassie's great. I'm glad I know Cassie and I'm glad she's my friend. You learn a lot of things from your freinds, especially if your friends are like Cassie.

All my friends are like Cassie and Cassie is like all my friends--good people, every one.

Yes...

We all went to Delilah's. We is Cassie, Milan, Ian and I. Delilah's is a good time--good music and good beer. I dig it anyway.

I talk about beer a lot, don't I?

I brewed a beer and I drank some beer. That's how I roll.

The last beer I brewed tasted like Pine-Sol if Pine-Sol tasted good. Really sticky resiny hops. Some say it tastes like burning--but baby, it hurts so good.

I have a nice spiced Belgian lager. It's oxidating now and some nice sherry notes are coming out. Soon, it will taste like cardboard. Yay!

Oh yeah... The beer I brewed today is an English-style bitter but made with Yankee Pinko Anerican hops. You see, it's a fight between the vibrant culture of the Americans versus the oppressive hand of the English Government--a war of 1812 of sorts. I stacked the odds in the favour of the Americans in all aspects except spelling.

Yay for Americans!

I like to ride the bus better than the subway. It's normally a more direct rout. Plus, the L is for tourists. Grrrr....

The following bands rule:

The Stooges
Iggy and the Stooges
Kyuss
Queens of the Stoneage
Mondo Generator
Dessert Sessions (not really a band, I guess)
Whatever band John Garcia's in

Writing that made me feel like I was in Jr. High. Good times were had all around. I had a wallet chain in Jr. High and I liked the Melvins, which was sweet. I also liked Nirvana. My mom didn't like Nirvana ("Nir-var-na" in her manner of speaking). She had a bad habbit of walking in the room when I was playing "Rape Me" really loud. "No, mom," I'd explain, "it's an anti-rape song." Seriously.

"Francis Farmer will have her Revenge on Seattle" was also about rape as was "Polly." Hmmmm....

Later,
Brother L. Frank
Ordained Minister, the Universal Life Church

Well, I guess now that I have an internet connection, I might as well start blogging again. Here goes nothin'...

I live in the Pilsen District of Chicago, IL. It's better than the district that you live in, I'm sure. I have a local tortilla factory, I have the Pizza Tango. What have you got? Jack and squat! So you suckas better just keep on movin' 'cause I got no time to be foolin' 'round.

I've brewed a couple of beers since I've last blogged--an IPA and a spicy weird Belgian. The IPA is good but too bitter but it's been mellowing with age. The Belgian used to be good now it's somehow over carbonated at first then flat. It's really odd for it to be both overcarbonated and flat but it is. I'm also tasting a bit of oxidation, which is bad. It's got a sherry-like thing going on at the moment but no doubt it will soon taste like cardboard. Crap!

My next brew is gonna be tamer. I've changed my mind about six times on the issue but I think I'm gonna brew up an ESB with a American-style hoppy edge--something like Young's Triple A which only I seem to like. Oh well, more for me then...

I believe in ghosts, I think.

The burritos in the Pilsen are surprisingly bad considering it's a Mexican neighborhood. You figure they'd be good but they're not. I just go to the Pizza Tango--Italian Beef and Fries: three dollars and seventy five cents plus tax. Coke costs another sixty cents.

I've read a lot of books lately, mostly sci-fi, ask me about them if you're interested. I don't feel like writing anymore.