Look at that girl. Just look at her. We took her to the Kinetic Sculpture Race on Saturday, and with her pink tutu she fit right in.

There’s 5 gallons of session IPA in the fermenter downstairs. My neighbor and I attempted to swap out the radiator in his Corvette yesterday morning but the lack of low-profile ramps and the integrated design of the radiator assembly prevented us from getting it done. So, we pulled out our equipment and brewed beer instead. My new pot is fabulous, but designed for 5-gallon batches, so the temperature sensor is placed about 2″ too high to be of use.

I’m 3/4 of the way through Life, by Keith Richards. It’s a fascinating history of his life, and the story of the Rolling Stones. I’m just getting up to Emotional Rescue or so in the timeline, and the story just keeps getting better.

Unscientific Observation About Modern Country Music, Based On a Five-Hour Pandora Playlist While Brewing Beer:
Country music spends just as much time asserting its genuine lower-middle-class authenticity as hip-hop and rap spends glorifying material wealth and success. What does that say about modern America?