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[A] It has probably been archived.
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[A] I post links to them in my blog entries. You can see a complete directory listing of them here. Also, you can suggest my next drawing subject matter by emailing me your idea.
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Beanblog.org will no longer be updated. All future blogs will go to beanblog.com. I am switching to blogger because Webcrimson is too unreliable. More deets here.
Been consumed with unending, rambling thought as of late. I'll take 5 minutes and write some down:
I am a 27 year old man, and I am scared to death. I am scared because I can't decide what to believe in. Evolution? Did we grow from chaos into the highly complex organisms we now are? God? Did God create us? Something else? Do I have a soul? Am I more than the sum of my parts? I hope so. I feel like I am. But I cannot prove that I am. Will we eventually be able to prove that we are simple meat robots, no different from any other animal or plant? Or is there something else in us... something that can't be predicted by examining the bits that make up our bodies? Is there a tiny little peice of something in us that doesn't obey the standard "cause and effect" chain that seems to dominate the world... a "first cause"? I hope so... I feel like I have control over what I do and think. But is this just an illusion of control that has developed through evolution? I want to believe that I am not just a sack of blood with a few bones and a 2 pound lump of meat in my head. Someone, please convince me... one way or the other.
Stef and I toured some of Indiana's wineries this past weekend. Here are my reviews, just in case you are interested:
Friday evening: French Lick Winery
Very tiny "tasting room" was more like a "broom closet." Very cramped, no tour, and all-in-all a very unimpressive storefront. The lady that gave us the tastings seemed like she was in a hurry. As I was drinking each sip, she was already asking me if I wanted another. Not really a bad thing, I guess. None of their wines stood out. They did have one interesting one that nobody else had: Rhubarb wine. Wine gets a "eh" and the winery gets a "trach".
Saturday morning: Oliver Winery
Hella-sweet setup. beautiful landscaping and plenty of room to walk around and drink your newly purchased wine. We didnt do this, cause we were just passing throught. Wine tasting room was very big and pretty ornate. The girls giving the tastings, while hot, were way too wine snobby. Wine was average... I'd had most of it before I think. Their wine was overpriced in my opinion, and only one variety stood out in my mind... a Muscat Caneli that was pretty tasty. Wine get's a "eh" and winery gets a "woot-woot".
Saturday afternoon: Easley Winery
This place had by far the beefiest winery setup I have ever toured, and the tourguide (Mr. Easley) gave an awesome description of everything. They had a good semi-dry red that I bought a few bottles of (Monument Red). I liked their wine more than most, but their sample pourer chick was pretty stingey. I bet her samples weighed in at a whopping 1/8 ounce. Their store was nice... lots of winemaking and beermaking supplies. All in all, a really cool place - suprising given it's location (ghettoish part of downtown Indy). Wine gets a "score" and winery gets a "BANG!".
Sunday Afternoon: Shadly Lake Winery
This was a one-man operation in columbus. The one man was nice and knowledgable and had some unique wines. He was filling a niche market on dry fruit wines. Usually the fruit wines at other placs are super-sweet. He took his down to a semi-dry/dry level. I rikey. Got some dry blueberry and dry cherry wine. The winery was small, but nice. He was also a homebrewing shop, which gets points in my book. Wine get's a definate "BANG!" and the winery gets a "eh".
Sunday Afternoon: Simmons Winery
Way off the beaten path. This place had a nice storefront, but their wines were run-of-the mill. I liked that they grew their own grapes right next to the winery. They had 27 different wines. The shop was nice, but the 5 mile trip out in the boons was kinda tark. I bought a bottle fo port from here, which was the only port I could see myself drinking - fairly mild. Wine gets a "eh" and winery gets a "score".
There ya have it. I'd recomend touring Easley and visiting Oliver just to see the facilities, and I'd recomend trying some of Shady Lake's dry fruit wines. All in all, I think we bought 17 bottles on our trip. Anyone interested in helping up drink em - come on over. Door is always open at the Beanenators.
Side note: Sunday morning, we also sampled Oaken Barrels beers (again). Their seasonal wit beer and weizen are both very BANG if you are into that sort of thing. They replace the Snake Pit Porter as my favorites.
So, I was watching Extreme Makeover last night on ABC and there was this girl. This girl has the most funked up teeth I have ever seen. Truly hideous. Then, when they asked her what she wanted to change about herself, she replied "Well, I'd like to my my third nipple removed." After a 3 second shudder while debating the proper outburst to make, I yelled "What?". Poor soul, not only were her teeth worse than any teeth I've ever seen on any human or animal, ever, but she's tripple nippled ass wheel. Then, the show commentator said something that REALLY caught my attention:
"Nearly 20% of americans have a third nipple, and it is most common in men."
So, TheDuck has around 10 members... which 2 of you have third nipples? FESS UP! Indycool? Who gots one? SPILL IT!
-- Update: Okay, so I looked it up, and according to this website, only 1-2% of North Americans have them. What a let down. Further research revealed that many people celebrate (NSFW) their uniqueness.
ss: hello? hawaii: hi, is this scubasteve crobine? ss: sho nuff hawaii: we need some scuba divers out here, tell us about your background ss: I was born a poor black kid, then I went to Rose dash hulman dotee dee you. It was around that time that my problem began. hawaii: your problem? ss: yeah, you see, I'm an addict hawaii: cocaine? ss: no, chili, also, tacos hawaii: dowhat? ss: yeah, also taco chili
Planted some hops last night. It was a muddy fucking mess. I am pretty sure that I discovered an underground river, I am calling it The River Shit because I kept shouting "Shit" as the holes I dug continued to fill with Shit River river water. This is bad, because the hops I was trying to plant in those holes like to have well drained soil. So what did I do? I dug a big nasty drainage ditch through my back yard and made the afformentioned muddy fuckling mess, of course.
Back to the beginning:
3 of the 5 hops rhizomes went in the ground just fine, but when I dug the holes for the two on the back corner, it was like I hit a water main - both holes filled with water. I mean, I could see the shit pouring in... and I was only about 8 inches below the surface. Now I am sure there is a perfectly good explination for this, probably something to do with all the slate and hills in the subdivision, but I am not a geoligist nerd, so I don't know for sure.
After a few minutes of frustration trying to "dig out" the water (I am retarded), I decided a large scale fix was needed. So I began digging. I connected the two holes and dug a 5 or 6 foot trench around the side of my garden and down the hill. Once I got the ditch deep enough, the River Shit began flowing - class 3 rapids by my estimate. On top of the fact that I was digging in and around the River Shit, the rest of the yard was pretty wet from the previous 2 days rain and snow, so you can probably see where the muddy mess came from.
In the end, I filled in the Shit River ditch with some rock I stole from the neighboring lot and put dirt back on top of it. It continued to flow thourgh the rock just as planned. So finally, I was able to put my last two hop rhizomes in the ground and attempt to repair my back yard. I smoothed most everything out, threw down some grass seed, and hosed off.
For the past two years (I think), I have gone along on the annual Indycool canoe trip. Looks like Canoe 2004 is just around the corner. Here's the feeler email Paul sent out for this year:
Well, enough people have been asking me about the canoe trip, so I guess I'd send out the official email invite. The official date of the trip will be Saturday, May 29th. I'm sure many of us will be camping out the night before to get a good spot and once again after the trip. Same rules as last year. Bring 40 dollars (cash) per canoe (2 people per canoe $10 bucks for deposit). Camping should be 8 dollars a person. What we usually do is take the 10 dollar deposit for the canoe and use that toward camping, so it'll be an extra 6 bucks for camping. We'll plan on meeting at the C'ville livery. Bring beer and lunch items. We'll have a pitch in dinner after the trip. I think most people on this list know how it works. I threw George and Schantz on this list to be optimistic. Please forward onto others.
So, anyone out there who didn't get this, consider yourself one of the "others".
A list of things I'll be taking:
Two (2) cases of Schlitz Light
Ten (10) sandwiches
One (1) tent w/sleeping accessories
Something for the pitch-in
One (1) girlfriend
Ten (10) more sandwiches, as I will more betta hungrier than I think
I ended up using two thermostats to control the AC unit for the cold room. An external Johnsons Control thermostat cuts power to the whole thing when the target temperature has been reached. I set it at 38F, and it has about a 4 degree range, so it shouldn't be flipping on and off too much once I get some thermal mass in there. The second thermostat is used to power the compressor on and off and act as a defrost control. Originally, I thought I could get by just using the external control, but when my AC turned into an ice maker, I realized how cold those coils can get. So I removed the internal thermostat from the AC and looked up the part number on the internet (sorry, didn't write it down). I discovered that the adjustable range on the dial could be moved, so I twisted the set screw until the range was centered around 32F and reinstalled it into the AC. I moved the sensor bulb from the internal thermostat as close to cooling coils as I could and set it for about 31F. My defrost cycle was born. Any time an ice block begins to grow on the coils, the compressor kicks off and the fan stays on. The slightly warmer air in the room circulates and melts the ice. Works like a charm so far.
Now back to construction. I finished caulking the seams with silicon and pulled out all of the temporary screws I had holding the foamboard in place and filled the holes with caulk. The liquid nails should hold everything on it's own. Once I was satisfied with the placement of the AC (making sure it is tilted towards the back of teh unit to help condensation runnof), I sprayed Great Stuff expanding foam around all sides. The foam should help insulate and seal the room as well as keep the AC unit stable. I made sure not to block any of the air intake vents.
I stuffed the electrical outlet with some spare insulation (nothign flamable), put an insulated cover on it, then a face plate. I installed a faux doorknow on the door and two sliding latches to hold the door shut. I used the two latches to prevent the door from bowing out at the top and bottom. I put in various sizes of weather stripping and foam rubber around the door and when the latches are latched, a good seal is formed.
The inside of the cold room is done. All thats left to do is finish the warm side, mount my taps, and drywall the exterior.
This weekend is Thunder Over Louisville. I plan on going to see part of the airshow (which starts at 3:30) and the fireworks (which start at 9:30). Traditionally, the traffic trying to get home is horrible, and I am sure this year will be no exception. Even still, for some reason I'll brave the crowds, claim my place on the flood wall and watch the same airplanes and fireworks as I saw last year while dining on $4 hotdogs and nachos with cold Que Bueno.
Originally, I was planning a poker game for Saturday night. If anyone is interested, I'd still be willing to play after Thunder is over. I'll offer up my homestead as the location, but anywhere will do. If you are interested, email me or leave some feedback.
Time for the door. I decided to go with a standard interior door and tackle the insulating challenge after it was installed. After half-ass installing some new studs, M1, Steve and I mounted the door and got it plum, square, and level. Next, we cut a slab of 2" foamboard (r-10) and liquid nailed it to the inside of the door. We left 3/8" gaps all the way around to account for the hinge radius and inner lip that the door closes to. As a test, we put some cheap weather stripping along the lip to gauge the seal. It seemed to work, but I think I am going to get some more heavy-duty stripping to make sure. M1 then sealed some of the gaps with silicone caulk.
We finished off this short construction day by adding a chunk of 2" fomaboard to the top of the cold room. It is liquid nailed along all of the seams and held in place with a long woodscrew so the adhesive could set up. Once dry, I'll fill the top cavity with whatever insulation scraps I have left.
Even though we hadnt finished sealing all of the seams or insulating the area around the AC unit, we decided to flip the switch and try this thing out. The room got down to 40 degrees and stayed there. I put a six pack in and drank the first beer chilled by my cold room about 2 hours later. BANG!
Still yet to come: Thermostat rework, AC insulation, and finishing touches.
I usually don't like to read or write blogs that have blogging as their main subjects. In my eyes, it's like buying a "Book Buying for Dummies" book or something... a catch-22 waste of time. But today something happened, and I realized the impact blogging has had on my everyday life, behavior, and outlook.
Before I blogged, if I had an painfull accident of some kind, I'd usually cuss up a storm, grab some bandaids, and then cuss up another storm. But since I've started this blog deally, the first thing that pops into my mind is "I'm gonna blog this." It may seem silly... but knowing that I'll atleast get a decent blog of of it makes the accident seem not so bad.
When I see something on the web that makes me laugh, I dont have settle for enjoying it all by myself, I can post it for all to see. When something happens at home, at work, at a party, anywhere, and I am amused or intrigued by it, I can do more than enjoy the moment, I can archive it, and share it with everyone.
Maybe I'm nuts, but from what I can tell, being on the look out for blogworthy moments has added something to my life. Sure, there arent THAT many beanblog readers, and maybe it's not an earth-shattering metamorphosis, but it's definately a change, a change for the better.
What brought this on? A painfull accident. I was coming around the side of my house and tried to hop up the side of my concrete retaining wall. Needless to say, I didn't quite make it. 200 pounds of Bean came crashing down through a square inch of shin onto the corner of the wall. Ouch. But you know what the first thing I thought was?
M1 came to town for the weekend to help me out with some drywallin' and the coldroom. Saturday night, after several drinks, Stef offered to pay him $25 if he could eat a die. I knew this would be good, so I snapped some action photos. I hope you enjoy them:
After the tremendous success of the "Your excuses is trach" T-shirt, I think I am going to have another one made. Take a look and let me know what you think (suggestions welcome). Pretty simple. If you are interested in getting one, leave a comment with quantities and sizes. In a few days, I will figure out what it will cost (more shirts = less $ per shirt).
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