Beer Trials

I’ve been on a beer exploration binge trend recently–a beer every couple of days or so.

So far:

Young’s Double Chocolate Stout: Tasty, though a bit rich and sugary (for a beer). Dessert beer, if such a thing can exist.

Leffe Blonde: Belgian ale. Kind of bitter to my taste, but sophisticated. However, it gave me a headache. I’m vulnerable to that, so this one is out of my repertoire.

Young’s Oatmeal Porter: Rich and fairly smooth. A good alternative, but not something I could drink nightly.

Samuel Smith’s Triple Stout: A trifle flat–I wonder if the bottle was too old. A little syrupy. Still, pretty smooth and rich. I’d like to try it from the cask.

That’s the first few. Three more to go, plus any others I may encounter–such as Smithwick, which I tried a taste of last night and vaguely remember as being relatively smooth and complex. But I need to be more sober to give it a fair tasting. 😛

NEARFest: Progressive Rock in Pennsylvania

I went to NEARFest again this year, and it was overall more pleasant than last year, though attenuated in every sense.

It wasn’t as loud (good), the seating wasn’t even close to as uncomfortable (good), the food wasn’t as good (bad), and I didn’t hate or love the acts as extremely (good and bad). The lighting, if possible, was even better–really good when the bands used NEARFest’s own crew, that is.

Read on for the full blow-by-blow, if you care about that sort of thing.

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Vacation-type Behavior

I’m back. Miss me? Me neither.

I did a couple of things, such as go to a prog rock festival and to the mountains of North Carolina. I’ll cover each in their own post, but this is mainly to announce my semireturn to blogging. I seem to have comments from people I don’t know, so some posts must be linked from somewhere. Certainly the comment spammers have found me a useful idiot.

Hopefully, with some assistance from Jason and this page, I should get less of that in the future.

Ouch. Ouch Ouch Ouch.

So my illustrious friend and coworker Oscar is getting married on Saturday, so last night I went to my first-ever bachelor party. For some reason, every wedding I’ve been associated with has been through the female, and, well, I haven’t been invited to any bachelorette parties. And that’s just OK.

Even though it was pretty tame by bachelor party standards (yes, Staci, it was entirely inoffensive–PG 13 for occasional strong language and drug references), I do have the hurt on this morning. I prepped myself well with plenty of water but failed to keep up the non-alcohol drinking during the event.

I did decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and cowardice the better part of discretion, and valiantly chickened out of the (rather large) shots after two rounds, continuing on with my beloved Boddington’s.

After my share of the nearly-$600-bill, I called it a night. The metro was still running and it seemed a good time to acknowledge that I’m not 22 anymore.

I do vaguely remember arguing with some overweight chick in a blue dress that, despite whatever rhetoric she may have about their contribution to society, going to law school made her a future lawyer, which made her evil. Hint: if you can’t out-argue an inebriated layperson, as I was somewhat pejoratively described, that you are not in fact evil…well, you may not be the best at being evil.

I do recall vaguely saying goodbye to Oscar and telling the woman, who was standing next to him, “Good luck with the evil!” on my way out.

Yep. Kinda drunk.

Kinda hurts this morning. Probably the God of Lawyers’s wrath for picking on the weaker members of the herd. But they were slow and stupid, which is why we have wolves and other large predators. It’s all part of the Circle of Pain.

A bit beautiful, really.

And, like most beauty, it leaves a pounding headache the next morning.

This post dedicated to Ginger, who likes this sort of thing much better than my boring political or Web development rants.

Ronald Wilson Reagan, RIP

This is surprisingly hard to write.

I am very much a product of the late 70s and early 80s. I became politically aware under the Carter administration…if for no other reason than the price of oil making Star Wars action figures more expensive, wiping out my meagre savings to collect them, my obsession from age 9-12 or so. My parents were and are Goldwater Republicans, which meant a conservatism that had individual liberty as a core component–and by consequence a fierce anti-communism.

Though he was clearly a decent and well-meaning man, Carter was no communicator, and he miscalculated in allowing his deep-seated Christian humility to be constantly on display. Instead of seeming genuine, he seemed weak, indecisive, and ineffectual in the face of an ever-increasing “Misery Index“. Carter avoided absolutes absolutely; he spoke with reams of statistics, caveats, and conditionals. Though I have great sympathy now, those qualities just don’t appeal to the 10-year-old mind. And they still aren’t a good tool to get your point across to a large and diverse audience.

Then along came Reagan. He is continually noted as a speaker, even though that quality might be less important to history than his other qualities. But if you ever heard him speak, it was that ability to choose just the right phrase without it seeming trite or pretentious that you immediately noticed. He had what I now recognize to be a fairly well-thought-out message that he boiled down to a few simple concepts: government had gotten too big; communism was a threat; and the American people did the right thing when given the chance.

Where Carter lectured, pleaded, and cajoled, Reagan inspired. I’m more politically sophisticated now, obviously, but Reagan is damn near the only politician who has ever inspired me, and I don’t think it’s simply because it’s easier to inspire a sixth-grader than an adult with a couple of degrees. He spoke in uplifting terms, pointing, ironically enough, Lenin-like at an expansive future of unlimited possibilities. It wasn’t that he whitewashed problems; far from it. His speeches spent a great deal of time talking about problems. He just made them seem like obstacles that would be overcome and you would want to work to overcome if you only gave yourself a chance.

I now look back with much more mixed feelings to what the Reagan administration, as opposed to the man himself, did. Moving the debate back to talking about the proper size and role of government, defining international communism as a threat and dealing with it, and cutting tax rates were unqualified goods. The spending and deficits were politically almost unavoidable, but regrettable nonetheless. Allowing more hard-core evangelicals to top spots and betraying his own principles with regard to Iran were unqualified failures.

But go back and read his speeches. Read his inaugural address, or better yet, listen to it. Watch it if you can. Throughout those speeches is a core concept that almost everyone on the Left and Right has lost since the Reagan years: individual liberty is an unalloyed good, a right, and it leads naturally to people achieving their highest potential. No committee of experts in a far-off capital charted the course for the the Web, E-mail, the Open Source movement, or even Web logs years in advance. All those things resulted from individuals having a vision of how to solve a problem and then doing it. Committees, experts, and other hangers-on came later and dealt with these technologies largely in a reactionary way. But only individuals creating, and other individuals adopting led to the Internet we have now.

For a president derided for his “simplicity” and “anti-intellectualism,” Reagan was both well-read and had a probably unconscious appreciation for complexity in the scientific sense: simple ideas with deep, complex, and profound consequences. It was his ability to capture those complexities, distill the essence to a few well-crafted phrases, communicate those ideas to a wide range of people, and then, in governing, have faith in them even when the long-term consequences looked far-off and unlikely, that made Reagan a great and inspiring leader.

At some other point it will be appropriate to consider how those traits contributed to the worst as well as the best of his time on our political landscape, but for now I want to remember the good things about a leader who actually inspired me and got me to think deeply about political ideas, even if they later led me away from my starting position. But it’s that inspiration of individual achievement that made Reagan Reagan. And when I think now about the totality of his influence, particularly remembering the America of 1980 and the America of 1989 and beyond, I can’t help but quote him: “All in all, not bad, not bad at all.”

Good night, Gipper. I do believe “there will always be a bright dawn ahead.”

Todd Won Honorable Mention

Todd had a good night. It was his wife and my friend Becky’s birthday, and it turns out that his piece “It’s What’s on the Inside that Counts I & II” won an Honorable Mention in the aforementioned show.

The good news is, if you want to see the award-winning piece, you didn’t have to be there last night, as the show will remain up for quite a while. To quote:

The exhibit, which runs through July 18th, will feature several special events during the months of June and July.

1st Thursday, July 1st (6:00 – 9:00 PM) The Choreographers Collaboration Project will perform Fun ‘n Games-themed pieces at 7:00 & 8:00 PM in the gallery.

Thursday, July 15th (7:30 PM) Mark your calendars for the Game Night and DRA General Meeting. Non-members are welcome!

Gallery hours are Thursday 7 – 9 PM (First Thursdays 6 – 9 PM) Saturday 10 – 4PM & Sunday noon – 4PM

I Saw Jack Valenti Tonight

Normally I’m not one to gush about celebrities, nor am I particularly inclined to gush about this particular celebrity, but I find it worth mentioning that I saw Jack Valenti tonight. That’s Jack Valenti, head of the Motion Picture Association of America. What’s odd about it is where I was.

I attended the Washington chapter of the Society for International Development’s annual dinner–mainly to prove to myself and others that, though I choose not to use or wear them, I have social skills and dress clothes I look good in.

So I see this really short old guy standing across the room from me, and I’m sure I’ve seen him before on the talking head circuit–but I couldn’t place him. Small wonder. This bunch, who mainly deal with Third World (er, Developing World for the politically correct) aid, is not the first place I would expect the head of the MPAA to be.

It’s just as well I didn’t place him until he was mentioned, as I would have had to fight my temptation to ask him some sharp questions about how union gaffers and best boys with guaranteed wages are affected by marginal profit losses from piracy; how he squared the losses from Chinese duplication with losses from a few college students who download three-inch-wide copies of popular movies; how he rationalized “copy protection” methods that do not prevent copying but prevent you from playing legal copies on unapproved operating systems; and how he squared all of this with his defense of taking tobacco money to positively portray smoking in movies while simultaneously insisting that other people’s First Amendment rights should not extend to fair use of the same material. Oh, and I’d love to know when the Enron-esque accounting of movies leaves movie studios drowning in money while insisting that films like Terminator 2 lose money or make a negligible profit–at least to the IRS–will end.

Somebody hasn’t paid their fair share. Jack Valenti, I’m looking in your direction.

And to anyone who doubts that I might not have asked some or all of these questions–I once confronted a former professor at one of my best friend’s wedding about the fact that he blew off a recommendation he was supposed to write for me that prevented my application to a grad school being completed. I was tactful, but I also didn’t let him get away with it, either.

100th Post Celebrated with Conventional Song

So this is my 100th post, and it caused me to break out in song.

Well, OK, I just finished a guitar-based experiment in GarageBand, but hey, let’s pretend. Plus it satiates Vivian’s desire for new posts.

So I titled the song “Conventional” because I wanted to start out with something conventional. Knowing me, you’d guess that it doesn’t stay that way for long, and you’d be right.

As always, be kind to my bandwidth.

I Don’t Know Why, It Just Sounded Good

I downloaded the latest update to Apple’s GarageBand to see if it would fix some problems I had importing loops I’d made using Apple’s Soundtrack Loop Utility, part of the AppleLoop SDK (available free). It turns out that I’d had the stuff at too low a bitrate, and it was giving GarageBand fits when it tried to scale it out of tempo.

This figured out, I proceeded to experiment with getting loops to work (there is art, not science, here). The result: one loop successfully converted, a fair amount of sound experimentation, and I once again beg your bandwidth forbearance and kindness to right-click and download if you choose to listen to the result:

It’s Waiting

Dunno what had me in such a dark (yet relaxed) mood, but it sounded good at the time.