Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Leap Day IPA

The 3rd&Lime Brewery's first beer is ready to go. It is a dark IPA, which is odd, and which was accomplished by adding molasses to the wort. Molasses is usually reserved for darker beers. When brewing, I thought to myself, how can I boost the ABV% and smooth out the IPA starter that came with the tiny brew-kit, since Corrie isn't really a fan of the the bitter pale ales.

I'm calling it a "dark IPA" because I think it deserves it. I think that a dark IPA is off the wall enough, coupled with the date it would be ready, inspired us to name it Leap Day IPA. Leap Day is weird and rare, and so if my first kitchen brewed beer, something I call "dark IPA" (I suppose it's a matter of opinion; it has molasses, which is enough for me).



It is pretty good, especially for a first-timer. It does have a solid carbonation, but not so much until you pour it. It does retain the head for a substantial period. The clarity may not be brilliant, but it is rather clear. The bouquet is one of mild hops and a touch of spice (I added some fresh ginger before I found the molasses).

It is a little sweet, and I think that has to do with the amount of sugar added to carbonate the beer in-bottle; it wasn't sweet at all going into the bottle.

I'm nowhere near as advanced a home-brewer as my friend Ryan, but I am proud I helped some yeast turn some complex sugars into alcohol in my cupboard. How exciting!

3rd&Lime's first beer, Leap Day IPA. Corrie even designed a label.

I'm thinking of trying some other things on an experimental level. I'm thinking of brewing some mead, because it wasn't until yesterday that I even knew exactly what it was or how easy it is to make. Not that I want to drink it that much, just the thought of making mead makes me chuckle. Also, I've been researching sprouting pearl barley and malting it...things may get weird around here.

Leap Day!

February 29th is Leap Day for us using the Gregorian Calendar, a very common solar calendar.

The reason we have Leap Years and Days is because the actual time it takes the Earth to rotate around the sun is not 365 days, but 365.242374, and increasing. Since this number is almost 365-and-a-quarter, every four years we've gained another day.

Well, almost. Since .242374 is just less than .25, if we make every four years leap years, we'll be ahead of ourselves after some time. To correct for this, it was long ago decreed that with the Gregorian Calendar years divisible by 100 will not be Leap Years, unless also divisible by 400; 1700, 1800, 1900 not Leap Years while 1600 and 2000 were.

Does anybody want to guess what event is so important that it must always fall in the same time each year?

If you guessed either the summer or winter solstice, you're wrong. It's the vernal equinox, desired to be on or very near March 21st.

This keeps Easter in relatively the same time of year on the calendar, March/April, or, if you're using an Eastern Orthodoxy calendar, April/May.

But, given a long enough time frame, even the self-correction of skipping leap years will yield some error. That span? 8000 years. Over the course of 8000 years, the Gregorian Calendar will be off by one day, but the time it takes for vernal equinoxes (365.242374 days) will have changed--but not predictably, so they'll probably just go with Herschel's suggestion and make 4000 a non-leap year.

Wily old Herschel...

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

One time...

There was that one time that we were abducted by aliens. It was night and the deep blue sky's sparkles lit the bridge we drove on. Around the bend, we cruised down on a cloud to the bottom of the mountain and got out, gazed back up towards the span, itself a black silhouette against the moonless sky.

As we watched the bridge, our necks craning, a gleaming light slowly descended towards us and...wait...no, that was just the night we went to Auburn for Taco Tree.

All the way up to Auburn inside the cloud, smelling kinda loud, up to the corner of Oakwood and High Street (seriously...High St), for some drive-through mass-produced "Mexican" food.

But the aliens...the aliens...

Oh yeah, there was that one time that we were the aliens, invading a social scene where we weren't welcomed as peers, rather gawked at, and that was under normal circumstances.

This time our Colonel Ping had supplied us with electric blue honey; we had better ideas than he did for its use. Later on in the evening, piloting the craft, I can still see the streaking lights from the Others all around, lights speeding by as we stood still.

That evening wasn't a silent night of observation, as was in the plans. It devolved, like every trip to that social scene, with us speaking at those specimens.

Jabbering away at people, so certain of our alien philosophical convictions. We were in our element while being out of this world.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Table of Contents for Central American Posts

I've finally finished posting my series on our trip to Central America over on the Observatory. The posts do follow a narrative trajectory, but each does stand alone, relatively.

1) Introduction
2) Numbers Fun
3) Central American Background
4) Day Zero
5) Self Reference Discussion
6) View from the Autobus
7) Garbage Disposal Practices
8) Border Crossings
9) Our Honduran Base
10) Television Aside
11) Lonely Street Dogs
12) The Ruins
13) Sculpture Museum
14) Shooting Anecdote
15) Horseback Ride
16) German Bar
17) Super Bowl in Honduras
18) Coffee Plantation Co-op
19) Local House
20) Jungle Hot Springs
21) Surprisingly Early Anecdote
22) Antigua Guatemala
23) Epilogue

That was more work than I had originally guessed.

Day of Disparate Celebrations

Sunday, February 26th of this year, 2012, saw three nearly mutually exclusive groups celebrating the biggest day for their people, industries, and slices of Americana and/or America.

Sunday saw, from the entertainment industry, the Academy Awards ceremony, where Hollywood celebrates itself. Living in Southern California helps me realize just how many people actually sustain themselves by working in some facet of "show business" while simultaneously seeing how many people it takes to sustain the entertainment industry.

Living in Sacramento, then San Luis Obispo, then Brooklyn, then Austin, always seemed to lead to a more and more disdainful view of the Oscar awards ceremony. Show-biz types congratulating themselves for such a wonderful hollow show of make believe...I don't know. Part of me, though, pays attention to certain aspects. I think this is due to my love of cinema as art, and my mathematical infatuation with lists and categories.

In any case, I am happy for The Artist and Rango, but Viola Davis was robbed.

Sunday also saw the NBA All Star Game, the crown jewel in the NBA All Star Weekend. The Western Conference beat the Eastern Conference 152-149, the 301 combined points were good enough for second place all time. The highest total, reached three or four separate times, always had been in overtime.

Even though the game was played in Orlando, it was big news here in LA, since four of the five starters for the West play in LA; Kobe and Bynum for the Lakers and Chris Paul and Blake Griffin for the Clippers. The other Western starter, Kevin Durant (UT), won MVP of the game. Kobe passed Oscar Robertson, Kareem Abdul-Jabar, and Michael Jordan in All Star game scoring en route to the title of "most points scored in career all star games". This is likely a short-lived title, though, with LeBron and Durant around for many years to come.

You may not have known, but the NBA All Star Weekend is one of, if not the, biggest annual event for black America and black Americans. It's the place to go, to be seen, to experience, and to show off. NFL players, baseball players, other basketball players, everybody comes out and tries to enjoy themselves.

Sunday also saw the Great American Rainout. I joke, but I'm referring to the Great American Race, which is what the heads of NASCAR have dubbed the Daytona 500. NASCAR is the only organized sporting entity that starts its season with its Super Bowl. The biggest, most prestigious race starts off the year for stock car racing's more prestigious circuit (Sprint Cup vs Nationwide; seriously, it's like Majors vs AAA).

For the first time in the event's history, it was postponed due to rain.

Now, can you imagine three groups of Americans more disparate? Fans of cinema as art; black American NBA devotees; and the white droves of NASCAR fans...

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Latvians Say "Nē" to "Net"

Since I have a few readers who are Latvian (seriously, Liene, I'm still working on the picture and frame), and my mother's first trip to Europe was to Latvia (how many people can say that?), I was inspired to bring up an article I found in my local newspaper. It was brought by wire services.

It turns out that there had been a vote in Latvia whether to elevate the Russian language to the status of "official" along side Latvian. The last occupying overlords were Russian, and there are still a third of the citizens of Latvia who consider Russian their first language.

Well, "nē" is Latvian for no, and "net" is Russian for the same, so you should be able to see where this is going.

With 79% of precincts reporting, a resounding 75% of voters voted to the prospect of official Russian. It seems like if you multiply those percentages together (almost 4/5 and 3/4), you end up with how many actual Latvians voted against: 3/5, or 60%.

Since 1/3 speak Russian as a first language, it would make sense that a close approximation of the number of people who speak Latvian as a first language would be in the 2/3 neighborhood (accounting for other minorities doesn't change this drastically). This is about 66%. So...almost every single person who speaks Latvian and can vote voted against the referendum.

The awes me for some reason.

Shooting at the Long Beach Federal Building

The other night was a busy night for the LBPD. First, and probably most astounding, there was a regular old-fashioned shootout at theLB Fed Building. That building takes up the block on Magnolia between Ocean and Broadway, about two- to three-thousand feet from us.

The shooting was in the offices of the ICE, or Immigration and Customs Enforcement. There has always been tension in the ICE department, at least since it was the unholy concoction of two separate ideologies: police work (Customs Agency) and social work (Immigration and Naturalization Service). A supervisor with ties to Customs was giving feedback to an agent with an INS background. I've both given feedback as well as received it. Not always the most pleasant activity, in either direction.

The agent receiving the feedback didn't take kindly to it, and he pulled his service revolver and shot his supervisor six times. A third agent, upon hearing the shots, came running, struggled with the shooter, and eventually shot and killed him.

The supervisor is in stable condition. Guy is shot six times at work, while siting at his desk, and he's okay. Salud.

The shooter is dead, and the rescuing agent, who's name hasn't been released, has been put on leave--per department protocol--and is being hailed a hero.

The same day protesters were on hand to heckle the Chinese VP while he was on a tour of the Port; an airplane was forced down for violating the airspace of Air Force One while Obama was scooting somewhere else; and a gang shooting somewhere up in the forties (numbered streets) claimed a few innocents.

The plane that was forced down to our airport was of course searched by the Secret Service.

They found forty pounds of weed on board. Forty pounds! Ha, what a shitty day to be making your run home; you end up violating Air Force One's air space--and then the jig is up.

D'oh!

All in the same day. Busy day for the LBPD

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Too late for your francs...

So, this past Friday, February 17th, France finally ended their association with their former currency, the franc. By that I mean, 2/17 was the last day they would exchange people's francs for euro.

This makes France the second European country to finally finish any exchange with their former currency. In December Italy finally cutoff lira exchanges.

Apparently, Finland has until the end of the month, and Greece has until March 1st, unless they're booted from the Euro currency zone (which would likely be disastrous for the Europe).

Since they switched to the euro in 2002, the past ten years weren't enough for some people. Lines were long at most Banque de France across the major cities.

many countries don't actually have a timetable to stop exchanging their former currencies, while the Netherlands has until 2032 to exchange their guilders. That seems like they've had little faith in the ultimate survival of the euro.

When we were traveling around France in 2005, prices were given in both euro, that was still relatively new, as well as francs, so people could imagine how much it "cost" in their own terms. The exchange is about 6.56 fr per 1 euro.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Occasionally Clear Days

On occasional clear days, the island of Catalina can be seen for how close it really is to the Los Angeles area, and Long Beach specifically:



Off beyond the waves, barely a marathon away, the island looms, too large to even be seen in this photograph.

New Hottest Pepper

Apparently there has been discovered by New Mexico State U's Chili Pepper Institute a new "hottest pepper champion". The name is notably intimidating: the Trinidad Moruga Scorpion.

This pepper hits 1.2 million on the Scoville hotness scale. Is that hotter than ghost peppers or scotch bonnets or those deco peppers that are usually too hot to eat? I'd guess you'd have to ask someone who eats them.

Also, that NM State has a Chili Pepper Institute is the real thing to take away from this. I'd love to go visit their halls and chat up their experts over a plate of unbelievable nachos. My ability to eat the really hot stuff has waned since we left for New York five and a half years ago. Now certain things give me instantaneous hiccups.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Getting There...

I've started putting up the posts from our trip to Honduras, and with 11 posts, I'm about half-way there.

You've probably noticed that that material isn't here...it's over on the Observatory, starting with the introductory post "Blonde Giants in the Mayan Jungle".

I'm getting there...I'll have another wasted spot like this when I finish the collection.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Finally Found It

It was sent to me in an email, but by the time I went looking for it, the video had been removed. Three other sites had it removed as well.

But here it is, after I searched it out (and ironically found it on the show's archive (who'd a thunk it)) the video of my cousin Michael on Keith Olbermann's "Countdown" discussing the conditions of working class folks in Indiana in general (the newly passed and destructive "Right to Work" program) and Indianapolis specifically (the plight of the Hyatt housekeeping crew).

Love you cuz. (I hope this link holds up.)

Friday, February 10, 2012

Jane Johnson and Loopholes

In 1850 the federal government passed the Fugitive Slave Law. This was pushed through congress by powerful southern legislators and was designed to stop the flow of runaway slaves to the north. Once in a northern free state, a slave was free and basically lost to the slave owner. This thing bothered the white bosses of the south, many of who were congressmen, so, you can see how that turned out.

The Fugitive Slave Law stated that any runaway slave found in the north should be returned to their southern owners as well as stating that northern whites would be liable to help in any way possible, while providing stiff levies for turning a blind eye and even harsher for actually helping runaways. This began to scare off some of the less bold abolitionists in the underground railroad.

Enter William Still, a freedman living in Philly, who knew the law rather well. He was also a busy underground railroad worker, ferrying many hundreds of people to the "north" at first, and then, after 1850, all the way to Canada.

Now, Jane Johnson enters the picture. She was a slave who worked for a former ambassador to Nicaragua. She, with two of her children (a third had been sold a few years prior to this year), she was brought with John Wheeler, the former ambassador, into Philadelphia on the way to NY top catch a ship for a return voyage to Nicaragua.

Jane Johnson had no intention of going to New York, or Nicaragua, or having anymore of her kids sold at someone else's whim. She'd planned to escape once they reached New York, but she was literate and knew of William Still's love of the Pennsylvania's legal loophole.

The Fugitive Slave Law had very specific proscriptions for how to deal with runaway slaves. It didn't have anything to say about slaves brought into the state of Pennsylvania, which was a free state. It was determined that if a slave was brought from the south into Pennsylvania with their "owner", they could choose to leave the control of that person and declare themselves free. They could also choose not to, but you can imagine how often that happened.

Maybe more than you think. The chances are better that nobody really knew about the loophole. But, in a sensational legal event, Jane Johnson got mention of her passing moments in Philadelphia to William Still, who sped across town to meet their group. As Wheeler and Jane were getting onto a ferry, Still showed up with five big dock workers (all freedmen). He told her, "You're in Pennsylvania, and if you'd like to be free, you would be." She responded that she wanted to be free, wherein the dock workers restrained Wheeler while Still and Jane took out for safer pastures.

In the trial that ensued, Philadelphia, while free, wasn't an serious abolitionist city, but took offense to the federal judge Kane, a pro-slavery friend of Wheeler, imposing an interpretation of a federal statute that was ambiguous in favor of the view of the south.

If the north had to respect the "property" laws of the south, wouldn't the south have to respect the "freedom" laws of the north?

Jane Johnson herself testified in the trial of William Still, who was being tried for kidnapping a slave. She fully exonerated him when she testified that she had always intended to leave Wheeler and would rather die than return.

Passmore Williamson, the white counterpart to Still and the leader of Pennsylvania's abolitionists, spent a longer time in lockup--five months--having been found guilty of contempt of court.

Jane Johnson lived the remaining 18 years peacefully in Boston. Some scholars have alleged that she was the true author of The Bondwoman's Narrative, the given author's name being Hannah Craft. The story mirrors Jane's life experience rather closely and has accurate period facts. If she was the true author, it would be the first novel written by a woman slave ever discovered.

Here's a link about the whole episode.

Iran and the US working together?

As tensions grow between Iran and the US over Iran's nuclear ambitions, there is a topic that the two governments agree upon.

A 1997 bombing in Jerusalem that killed five US tourists and claimed by Hamas eventually initiated a lawsuit by American lawyers against the Iranian government, a backer of Palestinian Hamas. The plaintiffs were awarded $423.5 million in damages in a ruling that the Iranians ultimately ignored.

The leader of the plaintiff's group has decided to seek a collection of Persian tablets that were discovered in the 1930s during excavations of Persepolis and have been housed at the University of Chicago ever since for research purposes.

Some of the tablets have been returned to Tehran, as a show of good faith to the Islamic Republic's government in the hopes that the researchers can keep them a little longer, but calls for the tablets to be auctioned off by and for the winning litigants have increased. A federal court has put an injunction on the auctioning off of the tablets because of the Foreign Sovereign Immunities Act of 1976 which protects foreign assets that aren't commercial.

The case is kind of at a standstill as of now, with both governments not really wanting to get involved, but agreeing that they'd like to keep the tablets from being auctioned.

The tablets have been an important resource in explaining the daily intricacies in the Persian government and daily lives of nobles and peasants alike. They've also been important in popping some myths that have been concocted about Persia, especially concerning they're views on slavery.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Prop 8 Repealed, and, We're Back!

So, to me, January 2012 will always be the month that I strove to make each piece on this site a more thorough view into a part of our existence and more artfully rendered than the usual brain-drivel that I was used to posting.

I, so used to the day to day brain chatter, even started a second blog just to hold that stuff, or show that stuff, as it were.

Well, times are shifting again, and this blog will sort of return to the original format, but the posting duties will be shared with the Observatory.

Like now, with California's Proposition 8 having been deemed unconstitutional by the 9th Circuit Federal Appeals Court. It was deemed unconstitutional because, well, it is. It always was. I got fired up listening to NPR this morning while moving our cars around the street cleaning schedule. The leader of the Protect Marriage organization was being a total dick and being butt-hurt about the decision. "Proposition 8 was passed by the people of California..." the recorded statement from his nasal voice spewed from the Passat's speakers. Well, 52% of the people. And a campaign fiercely funded by the well heeled Mormon contingent in the state. And pandering to the basic conservatism of the black community that came out in droves to vote for Obama.

52% is not overwhelming. Also, as I was parking and listening to the guy, I yelled at the radio: "Civil rights should not be subject to social fiat!"

Do you think the society would have voted for black people to have voting rights back in 1964?

Also, we've returned to the Western province of California and to our town of Long Beach, and most importantly to our angry-but-now-spazzy feline, Tuxedo.

I plan on putting the posts about Central America, a whole slew of them in the next few days, on the Observatory site. There will be histories, anecdotes, photographs, ruins, Super Bowls, coffee plantations, jungeled hot springs, Norwegians, lonely street dogs that rule entire blocks but are actually homeless, and an event that Corrie called "the most reckless discharge of a firearm" she'd ever seen.

Now, all I need to do is beat this damn dysentery...

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Off the Grid

Tonight we take a trip on our subway. We take the Blue line to the Green line to a shuttle, the LAX shuttle. That's the beginning of our longer adventure to destinations far more south and further from the "grid".

I make those comments with a sense of accuracy: our digital devices won't work in the Corozon del Mundo Maya, our destination.

So for all intents and purposes later on today we'll be exiting the world of connection and getting off the beaten path of the Western civilization's province of California.

This, and the Observatory, will be silent for the next week while we're off being striking and obvious tall tow-headed whiteys, something with which we actually have some experience.