What a Day for a Daydream
The glowing orb of hydrogen is burning bright outside, despite the chill, and I am trying my darnest not to either nap or daydream the morning away. Paul really needs to stop going to bed well after 1am when construction on the house begins semi-promptly at 8am. Reindeers on the roof? Nope, that's a hammer. ::hides head under the pillow::
Let's see, what have I been doing?
Brewing up a 3.5 gallon batch of hard cider right now. We're on day eleven, which means I get to siphon it out of the food-grade bucket into the sanitized carboy tonight and let it sit for another two weeks or so. My hope is that it will be ready for our group trip to Mt. Bachelor in mid-January. The new house has a habit of being a bit chilly during the day, so the champagne yeast took a while to start seriously fermenting. For the first two days, I was rather worried that I had somehow botched the batch. However, once it occurred to me to move the bucket out of the kitchen nook--five feet from the drafty back door--to sitting next to the kitchen's main heating vent, the fermentation definitely took off.
There is a special joy seeing little bubbles rising from your apple juice and smelling the distinct waft of alcohol over the slight burning sensation of inhaling carbon dioxide. I highly recommend it, especially considering how easy it is to do once you get the materials.
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The ExpressionEngine 2.0 Public Beta was released today. The whole situation with EllisLab has left me rather dysfunctional. Trying to be polite, discrete, and friendly yet professional about the whole affair has left me extremely strained during work. Amy and Dan have seen me when I have become truly frustrated as I am typically restraining myself from breaking my portable in half with my hands or throwing it across the room. My personal attachment to the software and the company is becoming a disaster emotionally. The fact that Les and Derek keep on believing things are ok and on track further exacerbates the problem.
Mitchell and many others have pushed or suggested that I just build something new and let ExpressionEngine go entirely. If I am so disappointed and affected by my disappointed, I need to let it go. The great restraint for me there is that I do not want to do another long, exhausting three to five years of constant work to build up a new project that I can take such great pride in. I did that already. Not sure I have the passion for PHP or PHP software that would allow me to sustain the necessary work ethic required. And, I have no serious idea for a Cocoa application either. I am resolved to make a decision on it by the end of the year though.
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Dating. I am pulled my two different impulses in this area. One, to laugh and shake my head at the illogical madness of trying to get two compatible people together on a socially awkward "date", especially when one of them is me. Two, to run away, as if fleeing from the hounds of hell, for who would willfully put themselves in such an emotionally charged, unapologetically confusing situation with no clear, clean entrance or exit strategy. Amy or Dan will ask me how X is doing, and I just look at them and shrug. I have no idea, I really don't.
What happened to those good ol' days when you simply performed a physical act and you were in a relationship with someone? Granted, in Junior High the physical activity was hugging and the relationship might be over by 7th period, but at least you KNEW!
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Dan, Amy, and myself moved into the new house a month ago now. I still have five boxes in the corner of my room and two in the closet, the desk is unassembled, and my clothes are in two drawers on the floor. I wonder if I might be resisting putting in roots at this house? On the flip side, all of my outdoor gear is organized in shelves in the basement for easy access, while the TV and Xbox are set up in the living room. Still, the place does not feel like home. Not sure I wish it to become so.
Perfectly nice house. Easily accessible roof with lovely, windy views during inclement weather. Cozy in the way Amy set it up too. A bit short; I still hit my head occasionally when coming down the stairs. Perhaps it is because I feel like I am just a guest. Every other home that I have lived in for the past seven years was definitively under my authority. Not this one. That does rub me a bit the wrong way. I like being the Captain.
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Oh, and Zombieland rocked.
Let's see, what have I been doing?
Brewing up a 3.5 gallon batch of hard cider right now. We're on day eleven, which means I get to siphon it out of the food-grade bucket into the sanitized carboy tonight and let it sit for another two weeks or so. My hope is that it will be ready for our group trip to Mt. Bachelor in mid-January. The new house has a habit of being a bit chilly during the day, so the champagne yeast took a while to start seriously fermenting. For the first two days, I was rather worried that I had somehow botched the batch. However, once it occurred to me to move the bucket out of the kitchen nook--five feet from the drafty back door--to sitting next to the kitchen's main heating vent, the fermentation definitely took off.
There is a special joy seeing little bubbles rising from your apple juice and smelling the distinct waft of alcohol over the slight burning sensation of inhaling carbon dioxide. I highly recommend it, especially considering how easy it is to do once you get the materials.
---
The ExpressionEngine 2.0 Public Beta was released today. The whole situation with EllisLab has left me rather dysfunctional. Trying to be polite, discrete, and friendly yet professional about the whole affair has left me extremely strained during work. Amy and Dan have seen me when I have become truly frustrated as I am typically restraining myself from breaking my portable in half with my hands or throwing it across the room. My personal attachment to the software and the company is becoming a disaster emotionally. The fact that Les and Derek keep on believing things are ok and on track further exacerbates the problem.
Mitchell and many others have pushed or suggested that I just build something new and let ExpressionEngine go entirely. If I am so disappointed and affected by my disappointed, I need to let it go. The great restraint for me there is that I do not want to do another long, exhausting three to five years of constant work to build up a new project that I can take such great pride in. I did that already. Not sure I have the passion for PHP or PHP software that would allow me to sustain the necessary work ethic required. And, I have no serious idea for a Cocoa application either. I am resolved to make a decision on it by the end of the year though.
---
Dating. I am pulled my two different impulses in this area. One, to laugh and shake my head at the illogical madness of trying to get two compatible people together on a socially awkward "date", especially when one of them is me. Two, to run away, as if fleeing from the hounds of hell, for who would willfully put themselves in such an emotionally charged, unapologetically confusing situation with no clear, clean entrance or exit strategy. Amy or Dan will ask me how X is doing, and I just look at them and shrug. I have no idea, I really don't.
What happened to those good ol' days when you simply performed a physical act and you were in a relationship with someone? Granted, in Junior High the physical activity was hugging and the relationship might be over by 7th period, but at least you KNEW!
---
Dan, Amy, and myself moved into the new house a month ago now. I still have five boxes in the corner of my room and two in the closet, the desk is unassembled, and my clothes are in two drawers on the floor. I wonder if I might be resisting putting in roots at this house? On the flip side, all of my outdoor gear is organized in shelves in the basement for easy access, while the TV and Xbox are set up in the living room. Still, the place does not feel like home. Not sure I wish it to become so.
Perfectly nice house. Easily accessible roof with lovely, windy views during inclement weather. Cozy in the way Amy set it up too. A bit short; I still hit my head occasionally when coming down the stairs. Perhaps it is because I feel like I am just a guest. Every other home that I have lived in for the past seven years was definitively under my authority. Not this one. That does rub me a bit the wrong way. I like being the Captain.
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Oh, and Zombieland rocked.
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