no time for X, for all X in [ everything ]

busy busy busy, i guess.

so much going on, and yet so little.

a camping trip this past weekend, though disappointing in some regards, pulled it all together for a very nice couple of hours.

i finally got the whole "star navigation" thing down, for example, the true understanding of which had eluded me for many years.

i've decided to use the tools of technology to keep myself better organized. i was already pretty well organized using the tools of pen and paper, but i can do better, and in doing better, i can flex my python.

speaking of which, wtf, python?

new habits, new routines, new cycles, new all kindsa things.

i'm obsessing about beer, right now, having just come off an obsessing-about-headphones period, which ended only monday when i actually ordered them. waiting now for the fedex man to deliver. but the beer, oh my, so much obsessing to do!

here's the skinny on the beer obsession :

- i ordered some hop rhizomes today. when they arrive, the damn-near-wife and i will attempt to grow enough for a batch or twelve, all from a pot or twelve on our tiny little patio, which the nearly-wife has said will be clean enough for hop growing by the time they arrive.
- the next batch is going to be, i think, mini-mash and full boil, two big steps in process which, while not guaranteed to improve the quality of the beer, are guaranteed to improve the quality of the beermaking process.
- the next batch is going to be, i think, kegged.

PROBLEM : i dont want to fork out for a keggerator right now, but I dont know how to keep the keg at dispensing temperature in my summer-heated apartment. it's a conundrum.

anyhow, this all adds up to a pretty big chunk of expense, even before the thirty-odd bucks for the next batch's ingredients. in fact, for the full-boil upgrade alone, i'll have spent more than i spent on my initial brew kit. so it goes. hobbies are expensive, but there's no better hobby than beermaking. chicks dig it.

oh, the blog, the poor, neglected blog.

i wrote a poem about why it was neglected, but that didn't help. i was supposed to kick back into gear and write, but all my writing time is taken up by work, play, or you-know-what. that's right, cooking.

i'm actually getting better at cooking, which is to say, i'm approaching my former glory. the problem, as always, is that i get in late to work and stay late(ish), so that by the time i arrive home, i'm too hungry to cook anything that takes more than 30 mintues. and i only know one recipe that takes 30 minutes, and that's X in sweet tomato sauce, for all values of X.

but i'm branching out. i destroyed a batch of asparagus last week but elevated a head of dino kale.

i had vowed to squat 400 lbs before i turned 30, but then, i vowed that before i started getting tired from climbing. and now, i like the climbing too much to cut back to where it would be possible to make the progress to a 400 lb squat. but, i think i'll change my vow instead of discarding it. so here we go, in front of all (none) of youse, i vow to deadlift 400 before i'm 30.

maybe i'll even manage 350 before i'm hitched. won't that be something?

/me checks calendar

holy shit!

if i add 10lb a week to the mighty dl, i can actually hit 400 before i'm hitched. won't that be something!

oh, wait, no i can't.

that's fine, i'll do it afterwards. got to save something for all those lonely, boring, post-marriage mornings.

i think, perhaps, that once i've deadlifted 400 i can stop all this lifting obsessiveness and focus on damaging my knees marathoning and climbing. won't that be fun!

although, since i'm going to put on 30lbs of fat the day after i'm married, just like my wife is scheduled to do, maybe i should stick to the lifting. it's too hard to run while fat.

just as it's too hard to write when uninspired.

sigh. a good dose of misery should get me writing again. check back here in 70 days.