Apology to the Internet

Dear Internet,

I am sorry for posting ridiculously awful poems on my blog; I also apologize for polluting you with this blog and this very blog post. I was going through a tough time in life and cried in so called 'poetry'. I've moved on from that place now. You let me cry in front of your cold bright screen, and I left you with my minuscule burdens. Sorry Internet for my contribution to your collection of useless information.

PS.
If you could tell my mom I said, 'Thank you so much for helping me through all the tough times in life. All my yelling at you I am so sorry, and all my crying in front of you thank you for listening and comforting me. It's just so hard for me to tell you in person, one day I will, but I could never thank you enough or love you enough to show my appreciation for you being who you are. I love you ma.', I'd appreciate that so much.

Sincerely,
Howard

East Coast dump, you can't stop this shit

Washington DC and New York were fun. Philadelphia was not. Never again will I do a 20 hour run of New York, it was dumb. DC was fun with our friend turned tour guide Brandon (who turned into a hipster in the Air and Space Museum). Cool place, but it doesn't beat the West Coast. I'd come back to this place again, though. Road Trip, cross country and see the great nation we live in? Man, hell yeah. And for the photoderp.

San Jose Airport


DC

Brandon the hipster


Bikers...Found all the way on the East too.





New York

Scones and Alice's Tea Cup. Slap that bitch and ask her for some coffee, don't give me this crap again.


Katz's Deli. Overpriced, over-hyped. Why you lie TV?!?!? I hate liars.


Bathroom stop at the Hot and Crusty... Gross


Cloud cleavage; as opposed to the under cloud that we're used to.

Sake and Northswell Bock and Two Stouts!

Can't fuck with this


We weren't even brewing all three at the same time


Cooling down the bock


Sake


Free fridge from UCD dumpster


The stout the next day

Christmas 2010

Me and the family made tamales for Christmas, lots of them. Smart.



Roasted then shredded pork.


Can you say ceviche. It's like Chinese food cooked by a Hispanic

Thanksgiving Break 2010

My dad's last harvest.

Eggplant


Winter Melon


It's so big. (That's what she said)


Now my mom's doggy. He's a lot bigger now.

Beet Beer Photoderp

Beets Before


Beets After


Stockings of grain. Our sacks are going into some hot water.




Usually on brew days me and Max were food deficient; this day we were fucking ready.


Caramelized Sugar, those Belgians.

About 12 hours of brewing later we get these. Fat and inelegant, like a fat man with beer in his stomach.

Sunshine Ale Photodump

Our first brew being bottled. We outright skipped the secondary fermentation and ultimately had hop residue and a very cloudy appearance in the final product.

Priming sugar, check.


Entourage, check.


Fermented grains, check.


Sexy brewers, no checks :(




French guy, check.

Orange Ginger Thirst Quencher

Canada dry ginger ale and orange juice in a roughly 50:50 ratio or until the concoction doesn't taste like orange or ginger ale. It just tastes like crisp water.
I found this drink by mixing things together to quench a thirst caused by too much sodium nitrate in some food I ate.

Cheers!

Did This Just Happen?

I wish I could tell you all my good news. And I wish you could tell me all of your good news. Friends come and go but we, you, you're with me for life.

Thanks Mr. Homeless Man; I needed your love, even if you are gross. It's better to be gross outside than in; you can change your dirty clothes more easily than changing a deceitful ethos. Nonetheless, please bathe.

Physics Lines

Can I make a hot quark-gluon plasma in your detector?

We're like quarks; the farther apart we are the stronger our bond

I'm looking up and down and you've got this bottom that gives me a hadron

-Howard

Are Your Reasons For Leaving Right?

I live a prosaic life, but you the same
In the future your regret will remain
After that rainy day
Gone is the person of yesterday

Good Morning Sometime

I wake to a lazy noon
I roll to see you by my side
You stir and slowly open
Your beautiful salacious eyes
You slide underneath the sheets
Steeping me in your warmth.
You say morning with your mouth,
I gladly reply until you shout.

Pink kissed roses;
Ambrosia fills the air.
White licked flowers;
Pouring honey floods the house.
Now I know why women love these.

I won this centerpiece at a cousins wedding :)

I didn't understand how someone could like dying reproductive organs of a plant; they are expensive on top of that. And yes I know it's the thought that counts. But I think I can understand how nice it would be to receive a flower every so often as a caring gesture. Guys, buy or pick flowers once in a great while for that special person.

Pilsner Glass: Trumer Pils

Trumer Pils in its appropriate home.

Woman in the Dream

You appear in a dress,
an assassin in cream.
Your semblance a goddess.
I lull as your eyes gleam.

Eyelashes black daggers.
Face pale as if white fog.
Hair glossy black lacquer.
Lips shine blood on a fox.

I am incensed you are here.
Lust filled I strip you bare.
You endure while I spear,
scream as I pull your hair.

Your long nails comb my hair.
I taste your fragrance whiff.
Your eyes flirt with black glare,
As my body becomes stiff.

I had a dream, where I saw this woman. She was beautiful and I wanted to take my frustrations out on her and punish her for things she didn't do. I don't know why. Lets hope the next dream is more pleasant.