Economics: A Story of My Niaveté

My original understanding of economics went something like this: “well it’s like a more practical philosophy”. I don’t mean “practical” as more valid, but naturally more applied rather than perceptive. Seeing as how our lives revolve around money and the exchange of it for goods, experiences, services, social needs etc., economics seemed to be all about the fine details of how this money is shifted around and how people, companies, organizations, governments, etc. decide where it goes.

For a while, I felt this definition perfectly encompassed Economics, so much so that I was suddenly very turned on to the subject and felt a compulsion to dedicate further study to it. I ended up researching some books that would introduce me to this relatively foreign realm and rented Mark Skousen’s “The Making of Modern Economics” from my local library. This only perpetuated my simple understanding. I didn’t make it through the whole book, of course not, but it was a beautiful analysis of the lives and theories of the people (fair enough to just say men) who shaped economics as it is defined and functions today. My interpretation was as follows: “look at all these brilliant guys with their creative interpretations of society!” Taking my interests to current publications, I even started following some popular economists. Paul Krugman of the NYTimes and John Cassidy of the New Yorker were quick to land on my twitter feed, and I gradually began to admire Jeffrey Sachs and read all of his Project Syndicate contributions (went so far as to participate in the 2013 Millennial Development Goals Conference – something I was barely aware of previously and did not have any direct connection to… besides being human and understanding the significance of reaching such basic objectives). Here again were some astonishing minds, getting me to think about the world around me in ways that I just hadn’t considered before.

In my initial experience with economics, I was not enlightened to how it is really taught and what makes up its essence. I started to get a slight idea when I took my [VERY rudimentary] Macroeconomics class. This though, was still perfectly approachable. Sure, analyzing CPI with inflation, production possibility graphs, flow models, the banking system, etc. didn’t exactly strike a fire in my belly, I wasn’t put off at all… I actually was never more proactive in a class of mine than that one. Then: I started to research master’s programs. Here was my wake up call. I knew I would face certain obstacles, seeing as how I am coming from a COMPLETELY different discipline, but I didn’t expect to be quite so off base in my comprehension of what is taught as economics.

These days, academic [and realms of professional] economics is basically a pseudoscience. It is so strongly dependent on mathematics, it is isolated and claims to be capable of working in certainties and sure fire predictions. I can’t speak from first hand experience; however I can see, in my casual and civilian perspective, how this is largely a fallacy. I have seen my fair share of “Great Recession” themed documentaries, and have spent plenty of time reading article after article recounting and analyzing the events that occurred. Each chronicle has a similar theme… “well, now we know how it happened, but no one saw it coming.” There were so few predictions that we were nearing a cliff, and yet the purpose of economics is to understand the nature of the economy, perhaps predict such events as they develop? Anyways, that’s all very vague and maybe I’m being more mystifying rather than illustrative, so let me provide an example:

The weekend before last, from September 12-14th, I was in New York City for the Rethinking Economics conference. Essentially, Rethinking Economics is a community of student groups from universities all over the world that are calling for a reevaluation of the economics curriculum, or said in their nice words: “We are an international network of rethinkers coming together to demystify, diversify, and invigorate economics.” I can’t remember how I discovered the group, a post of theirs was undoubtedly shared on one of the facebook pages I follow and it managed to draw my attention. So I have been following their activity on social media for the past few months, and just for kicks, I decided to participate in their conference (hosted at NYU, Columbia University, and The New School). I do not have the same background as many of the participants do, but it was still enlightening and great insight into the field which I intend to immerse myself in.

The session that really exemplified the grand issue that is found with economics today, was the workshop, Sunday morning, titled: “On the Nature of Exchange”. There were two speakers. The first, Kamilla, gave us the classical definition of exchange, as developed over the years by various prominent minds. Basically, it went something like this: Exchange is the action of giving something (goods, services) in order to obtain another thing (money, other goods or services), as carried out by 2 rational parties. Following Kamilla, was Charlie, who then presented the faults in this definition. The first simple note was that we humans are not consistently rational beings. Sorry for the shock, but it is very true. Rationality would suggest that we should all work to obtain a fair amount success and financial stability, and yet we are faced with statistics that iterate points like: the top 20% of the population in the U.S. posses more than 80% of the wealth and the top 1% take home 24% of the income… for what purpose? Certainly not for the greater good, rationality would insist that the income of the average CEO should not so vastly exceed the income of the average worker (300x more, or so), to the point that the average worker is unable to support their basic needs with their single income. And yet, say hello to one of the most important social issues we face in the United States. Then there was the argument against actual exchange, which Charlie used a few anthropological examples to invalidate (I cannot recount exactly, and therefore will not attempt to explain). These examples demonstrated exchange as a means for emotional reward (giving another person your time and attention for friendship), as participation in cultural customs (giving gifts at significant life events), and for the sake of personal gratification (to posses things that we believe have value, yet could mean exactly nothing to others). Certainly, there is a defined distance between analyzing market behavior and the nature of these interpersonal exchanges; however our world would undoubtedly be a more wholesome place if we took a more humanistic approach and consideration to the sterile topics of economics. This is another petition of the Rethinking Economics organization, to relate economics to the other social sciences, rather than making it stand starkly alone. It is foolish, or wishful thinking, to discuss the behavior of markets without acknowledging the behavior of people – markets and economies are “a form of social organization”. They do not occur on their own as some sort of phenomena. An economy is created by and for society, an organization of human beings. The relationships between human, society, and economy cannot be ignored, they are intrinsic to the operation. To better incorporate the behavior of people into the way economics is regarded would create a stronger discipline, something based in reality.

So it was good to get the memo, and once I join the ranks of students pursuing graduate level economic degrees, I will immediately join this coalition called Rethinking Economics. I’m looking forward to tackling this strange, and isolated, and definitive yet flexible subject. Obviously, I have more societal-oriented intentions with the qualifications I will attain, but they will be “economics” nonetheless!

Why we should care about the World Cup



We’re in full swing now. Kick off was on Thursday, we’ve already had a major upset, and everyone is gradually tuning in.

But why should we care about the World Cup?

It’s quite simple really; a very large proportion of the world watches this single event, and participates in one manner or another, therefore it is the closest thing we have to the concept of world peace. Hefty claim, I know, saying that a sports competition is the most constructive diplomatic tool we have in this 21st century, but it is. Let me take you on a journey through the logic:

First of all, you could damn near say that the whole entire world watches the World Cup. Not literally, because of the variances in living standards, but when it comes to the digitally connected population of Earth, it’s closer to everyone. Soccer, or football – as the rest of the world calls it, is definitively the most popular sport on Earth (most watched, most played, most fans), and the World Cup is the most watched event with an estimate of 700 million people who viewed the final in 2010. My point here, is that events like these unite populations, the citizens. The people who quietly live their every day lives, and whose attitudes affect the way nations interact with each other. Here’s the thing, there are a lot more citizens then there are authorities (politicians, representatives, monarchs, authoritarians, etc.). So if a month long event is capable of educating its audience about other nations or at least providing exposure to the other participating countries, and changing people’s attitudes toward them, even just a little bit, that makes it all worth it. Truth be told, I am rooting for maybe 4 teams in this single competition (and if Poland had qualified, the number would be 5).

If nations can play fairly together, just like little kids on the playground, they can work together more constructively. It’s incredible sometimes, to see how the players interact with each other. Sure, they want to demolish their opposition on the pitch, but all that animosity is left on the field, because these players are, more often than not, friends. They play on the same teams throughout Europe and there is visible affection when they line up before entering the stadium, throughout the match, and when it’s over. It’s adorable and slightly astounding to watch, but I am quite sensitive that way. My father would say something when I first started watching, to really exemplify why soccer has such profound relevance, he would say that in Europe, football replaced war.

Also, it’s a “beautiful game.” Though it’s not for everyone, I realize. But please, take a look (poor sound quality, just mute it):

What some of these guys are capable of is astounding. If an hour and a half is too long to watch a few guys run around a grass field, only scoring once or twice, just not providing enough excitement, I get it. It takes the accustomed eye to notice the intricacies and breathtaking possibilities, and once you’re able to recognize them, it’s an incredible pleasure to watch.

Spain, by the way (dudes with the white kits in the first video), is one of the teams I am rooting for. That country is home to the marvel that is FC (football club) Barcelona (dudes in the second video). These are the guys who first got me invested in soccer and they’re the only team I really watch, though I follow their season “religiously”. Acknowledging the fact that the Spanish national team is composed of nearly a third of FC Barcelona players (7 out of 23), my aspirations for this team are very understandable. Hopefully they can get their sh*t together and get their game back on the number 1 ranking level, because that 1-5 clobbering they got from the Netherlands yesterday was just painful to watch. It was top notch football on the Dutch team’s part, but a really sad sight for a Spain fan. Then of course, I’ll be keeping a close eye on how my boys from the U.S. will be doing, because if we can advance far in this competition, soccer has the potential to gain a stronger fan base in the U.S. (and we’ll get on the same page as the rest of the world)! Then there’s Brazil, they have been the most successful country in the World Cup’s history, and seeing as how they are hosting this year, you just naturally want to see them win the trophy. Finally, there’s Argentina. Lionel Messi is incredible, and he’s built his fame in FC Barcelona. He’s one of the best ever, and if he can win the cup with his team for Argentina he will get even closer to the legacy of THE best ever.

Now I’m not saying that we must all become diehard soccer fans, goodness knows I am hardly so. I don’t really watch any other soccer matches besides what Barcelona is up to, and I very likely will be missing most of the matches for this World Cup. What I am trying to communicate is this: Let us recognize what is going on in Brazil right now, this event that knocks on our doors every 4 years, it’s revolutionary in humanity’s history and it deserves respect and admiration.

p.s. There is a lot more to international football than what is alluded to here. For the purpose of casual consumption, I have laid out all that you need to know. Just keep in mind, that it is an industry. One where the players are rewarded extremely well for their performance and one that is just chock full of corrupt governing officials. For example, I am glossing over a lot of the twisted mess that FIFA brings about as a result of the World Cup events, so let it be known that we could make soccer even more constructive:

Personal account from a Millennial

There are a few social issues that have been circulating around for the past few years, that are gaining a lot of traction recently.

Lean In, Sheryl Sandberg
Knowing Your Value, Mika Brzezinski
The Unbelievers (2013)
Religulous (2008)

I find all this very strange, because these hardly seem like “issues” to me, as in “an important topic or problem for debate or discussion”. While there are riveting conversations on panel discussions, bestsellers based on these topics, “exposés” on the news and in incredibly well made documentaries, and in common conversation with my elders… They just seem to already be figured out in my brain and in the brains of the bulk of my friends.

You see, I am a Millennial. That is what they’re calling us, and we’re either overstimulated and lazy, or passionate and ambitious… it depends on who you ask and which article you read. More so than Millennial, however, we are the information generation.

We’ve grown up with cellphones in our pockets and can navigate a smartphone like no other. We demand instantaneous answers when we have any question. Google maps has meant that no location is out of reach. It’s very likely that the bulk of us own at least 3 technological products (laptop, cell phone, tablet… television, music player, desktop, gaming device…), capable of connecting us within our own nation and to the rest of the world like no one has ever experienced before.

Because of all this, I attest that we are aware, unlike anyone has ever been before, such is the nature of evolution and development. We are so exposed to different values, beliefs, and the many ways lives are lived in various societies, that the bulk of us have developed profound understandings of the world around us. Which brings me back to the social issues of late.

*First thing’s first, I have to attach an enormous asterisk to this whole article. I was born, raised, and continue to reside in Massachusetts (one of the most progressive states in the U.S.), and grew up in an incredibly liberal household.

the gays:

Same-sex marriage was legalized in my state in 2004, when I was merely 12 years old – too young to have any concept of love to begin with – so I grew up without any reservations to homosexuals. In truth, I have frequented Provincetown, the Summer season’s gay capita of the States, whenever I visit the Cape since 2001, and it is one of my favorite places in the world. Keep in mind that I have been to Paris, and Edinburgh, and London, and Santorini… To believe that one person’s love for another is any less valid than your own, and that by some wacko justification, is sin, is preposterous by my logic. Any aversion to a gay man or a lesbian is preposterous.


Here is an instance where how I was raised may feature more of an influence than accessibility to information. Anyways, in my life, religion doesn’t exist. It is completely absent from my concern, and instead exists solely in the form of protestors in front of planned parenthood clinics or science related gatherings depicted on tv, news stories of fundamentalists murdering people in the name of their lord… and then simply by knowing a few people who would describe themselves as religious.

The closest I have ever been to joining a religion was when I almost started Sunday school. You see, I wanted to have communion like my friends… I decided to not even bother with one class. That, and I sat through mass at the Polish church in Dorchestor when I was staying with my aunt during school vacation. So while the Pope is praised for his progressive views, I find it simply frustrating that he is being revered for apparently novel ideals that should have been changed long ago, and it is in fact because of his institution that they are taking so long to evolve.


I do not live in an area where people keep guns, so I have no need to own one myself. Also there are a few supermarkets in my vicinity, so I do not need to hunt for my own food… I am also a vegetarian, therefore choose not to inflict any unnecessary harm or untimely death on any creature besides myself… The closest I get to hunting is planting a few vegetables in my own garden every summer. And also, I realize that a gun is a weapon capable of injuring and killing and therefore do not want to see such a thing in the same room as I.

best clip from The Daily Show yet.


This bewilders me the most, because of the frightening range of the spectrum of women’s rights around the world. A woman cannot drive a car in Saudi Arabia. Forget about women not being in as many management positions or the fact that there are so few women in congress and the senate… there are parts of the world where a woman cannot show any part of her body besides her eyes and instead must live her life covered by a sheet. What the hell? Here’s the thing, I am a very tall woman – so it is rare that others try to force my submission. I know how to cook and entertain but was never taught that those skills should be my life’s purpose. Instead, I have been granted the freedom to pursue my right to education, to marry whenever the hell I want – if ever, and it is completely absent from my mind that I should accept any position less than the one I want because I happen to be a lady.

climate change, pollution, and resource depletion:


This is my world that is being f*cked up. And my children’s world. So maybe the President of BP, and the current generation of commercial fisherman don’t have to worry about what kind of state Earth will be in, 30 years from now. But I do, in fact, my generation is going to have to be so incredibly innovative to not only develop the technology that will be less impactful on the earth in every extent of business and basic human operations, but we are also going to have work on repairing the damage that has already been done (if it’s even possible) that will soon enough displace whole communities and put everyone under pressure to modify their quality of life.

This is all I have to say for now. I am certain that I represent, perhaps not completely, but the bulk of the members of my “millennial” (information) generation.  I have had enough of sitting at the kid’s table, can we take over yet??

Agricultural Industry Equation, and I Suggest We Reinvigorate the Victory Garden Campaign

My studies at JWU, while composed of many wine tastings, plenty of time in front of a stove, and too many “pretend you own a restaurant” projects, were independently supplemented by research inspired by my own intense and possessing curiosity.  I found myself sincerely disappointed that we rarely took a glance at the agricultural industry. Our scope, as food industry professionals,  began at the inventory list of a supplier and ended with what we place on the plate of the customer. True, there are plenty of intricacies in between and there is so much to learn in that cross section of the process, but it’s still a limited view.

Anyways, learning about the agricultural industry (subsidies, industrial farming, companies who run the show, distribution systems, etc.) became a hobby of mine. A hobby that is still going strong, and yet I feel as though I have just brushed the surface in regards to the information available on agriculture in U.S. Of what I have learned thus far, I feel compelled to share. I’m going to break it down into an oversimplified equation (forget about actual numbers, I haven’t taken a Math course since high school). Also, keep in mind that I am only addressing plant agriculture, to begin a discussion on animal agriculture would be destructive to my sanity and the stability of this blog – basically, factory farming is so f’ed up that I do not have the conviction to tackle the subject in an inconsequential way, a lot of time and research would be needed for that post.

Back on track, the agricultural equation:

+ Land, buildings, and machinery (a depreciation expense)
+ Rental costs for machinery not owned (the type of equipment that is to expensive to purchase out of pocket, and better off not attained through a bank loan)
+ Fertilizer (nitrogen) + costly pesticides and herbicides
+ new seed [may be harvested from previous season (not likely), bought from a catalog, or dispensed by a biotech company (insert Monsanto, DuPont, Symantec)]
+ general operational expenses (taxes, salaries…)
= cost of production

Now try to make a profit accounting for all of those expenses after selling your crop for cheap cheap cheap. That is, after all, what the consumer and food industry has learned to expect. But if you’re lucky, you produce one of the “golden” crops (corn, soy, canola) that certain companies and industries determine are most useful to them, enough so to provide a bit of incentive, maybe you will get a bit of that subsidized funding from the government. The issue here lies with the fact that a diet reliant on corn, soy, or canola is nonsense.

Personally, I need a mix of grains, legumes, fruits, and vegetables as the basis for my diet.  So who’s interests are really being served by this system? Producers of processed foods of course, because their products are fried in canola oil, sweetened with corn syrup, and bulked up with soy. I don’t want to get too political though, this is an appeal for recognition of the importance of the people who grow fresh fruits and veggies for our hearty consumption not an attack on the leeches that are processed food companies.

A farmer is a person who has dedicated their professional life, their personal life, their whole bodies to providing FOOD for us. Food, you know, the kind of thing that we consume, one of the basic requirements for life, without which we would not be able to survive… Why farmers and public school teachers aren’t some of the highest paid members of society defies logic, and allows a systemic disregard for intrinsic versus determined worth.

How to move forward from this? Be the change we wish to see in the world, so to speak:

For a start we can all begin (or continue) shopping at our local farmer’s market. Cut out any middle men, put the money directly in the producer’s pocket, get to know the guy or gal who grew your potatoes and green beans, learn the incredible value of farm fresh produce. Find your farmer’s market at Local Harvest.

Be more conscious of where we eat out. We probably all remember “locavore”, it’s a ridiculous name for the movement that has been gaining way over the past few years in the food industry. I never hear the term used these days but so many fine dining restaurants, bistros, cafes, etc. have learned the value of incorporating local foods in their menus. It’s more common than you think and there are probably a few spots around that are making killer meals, because naturally they’re more invested in creating an awesome dish with superb ingredients. Give the Eat Well Guide a try, to find businesses near you.

Forget about processed foods! The stuff will eventually clog your arteries and arrange a heart for your future, or give you cancer and kill you… All the while making you fat while it gradually poisons you. The base of these products (corn syrup, canola oil, soy, etc.), ultimately demand more effort be placed on growing the kinds of foods that serve as minute ingredients rather than the crops that serve as contributors to a healthy diet.

GROW A GARDEN! Elevate farm culture into something of daily recognition, of experiential appreciation, learn the pleasures of self sustainment and banish any affections for store-bought meals. #DirtyHandsAreCaringHands

a small selection of last year’s bounty

This is all circumstantial, not everyone lives in a rockin’ city like Boston where the chefs are mad about local produce and products, not everyone has yard space for a garden plot, plenty of the U.S.’ population lives in “food desserts” where access to fresh food is practically mythical, and too many of us cannot afford to shop at a place like Whole Foods Market, where any sort vegetable is at arms reach. But everyone is capable of changing their attitudes, altering their consciousness a little to be more appreciative and more demanding.

Something short and sweet to honor the bard.

A very merry, happy birthday to William Shakespeare. I am hardly a literary critic, I took just 2 writing courses at university – forget about formal English studies… so I cannot present to you a longwinded essay full of quotations and analyzations meant to demonstrate Shakespeare’s significance (and thank goodness, right?!).

This is my precise point. I do not have to do such a thing. It’s understood by all. Anyone who has read a Shakespeare play, even so much as a sonnet or two, has felt the weight of his words.

I am thankful for Shakespeare’s existence because of the beautiful depictions of humanity he provided to society. Without discouraging any potential audience member by making his product restrictive to just a few privileged people, to a single class, he has become one of the most significant historic figures that ever lived.

I think this might be the greatest irony regarding most of his works, they were so common. Meant for an audience of ordinary people, at the time with a basic grammar school education, if even that much!, and yet today… we can’t even get high school students to actively engage with Shakespeare – this coming from an alum of an excellent public school in the excellent Massachusetts public school system! Thankfully, culture of most any form has always thrilled me, so by my own volition I took a Shakespeare elective course my senior year.

Now I have to say something that might be off putting, but this is how I see Shakespeare, this is why I felt compelled to write about him today, this is why I think he was so revolutionary and still holds incredible significance in this age: Shakespeare, 400-something years ago, has written it all. People, you can have your “classics”: your Russian masterpieces, your English romantics, your French novelists… but we must recognize that the bulk of their words are the reiteration of what Shakespeare has already written. So if you have read his plays, that is all that you need, you just might be a complete human being (I have yet to complete this task, making no claims here).

A bit of hilarity:

My favorite:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

A funny thing happened (on the way back from the forum)

Regardless of my cool cat exterior: with my extensive knowledge of spirits, hobby of homebrewing, and contagious passion for wine, I am a dork at heart – which is why I’m using a cultural reference I picked up in my 8th grade Latin class: Steven Sondheim’s farce of a musical “A Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Forum.

I don’t know about you, but I spent my weekend pouring the deliciously sweet, dessert wines of Quady Winery at the raucous and rowdy event called Wine Riot.


The concept is brilliant, to bring together both passionate and curious wine consumers with specific producers and industry professionals for a few wild afternoon/evenings filled with new experiences and inspiring vino-themed enlightenment. Side note: it’s better in theory, because I happened upon plenty of guests who used this brilliant event as a method to get shwasted off of quality products. Regardless, it was a fun experience for the sake of meeting some of those professionals – the wine industry is a very cool place filled with fascinating people.


After four hours of repeating the same spiel, Marina and I adventured off (as we typically do) to sample more of the best that Boston has to offer. I will mention our dinner at Blue Dragon: because it’s a great space, an establishment of Boston-based chef – Ming Tsai, serving delicious Asian cuisine, with a wonderfully caring staff, rounding out to an overall great experience.



*tips from the event: straight to the dinner bill, the bulk being paid in one dollar bills… we had some explaining to do

But my main intention with this post is to introduce you to Tavern Road. I am going to talk this place up, with such skill and eloquence, that you will find yourself so strongly pulled to this exceptional place.

The best of Boston epitomizes class. I am not talking old money off dubious origin, and patrons of certain pedigrees with their noses perpetually in the air, who possess extensive knowledge regarding table settings…(although “class” certainly exists in that form), but rather “of high quality, integrity, status, or style“. What I like best about the Boston(/Northeast) mentality, is that pomp and circumstance is not often tolerated. We’re an educated lot, who know the simple magnificence of fresh, local produce, who care about the integrity of the spirit in our glass, who appreciate understated interiors with fine furnishings, and who value earnest interactions above all (I am certainly generalizing a diverse population to a wild extent).


So here, I finally get to my point, that Tavern Road must be one of Boston’s best. Sure, the Improper Bostonian already has its own “Boston’s Best” award… but this is Abigail’s designated Boston’s best… and we all know the incredible honor of such an assessment ;)


I did not come here for a meal, instead we visited for an evening drink, but I much appreciated the list on the menu naming the local farmers and small businesses from which Tavern Road sources its ingredients from. The cocktail list is short but wonderfully inventive. The bar is stocked, I am being sincere here: perfectly – a few curiosities, reputable standards, a wide range across the world of liqueurs/aperitifs/digestifs. The glassware is geometrically simple and lightweight: aesthetically very pleasing . The stools are plush and terribly comfortable. The bar itself is made of a pale, grey striped marble. The whole space is open and airy, with large windows and great mood lighting, it’s not too loud… oh I could go on and on! but I must mention our excellent server Will, who while being quite the busy bee, seamlessly melded in and out of our conversation with clever quips and brilliant sarcasm (which I view as the greatest form of comedic expression), serving as an excellent host, and demonstrating a mastery of hospitality. Above all, they reeled me in by playing SRV’s Lenny, a recent induction to my all time favorite compositions of music:

You will have to take my word for it; this is a fantastic business, with which I have sincerely fallen in love.

(so much mush, bleah)

Homebrewing, a story of personal growth… #sarcasm

I’ve learned a new language. Here’s a sample:

add strike water to grain bill in tun.
or, allow for conversion by leaving mash covered for an hour
or, lauter until wort exiting tun is no longer cloudy
or, boil wort, cool, siphon into carboy and pitch yeast

This is the language of brewing. I was examining my life a bit, when I realized; I know someone who smokes their own fish and meat, I know someone who makes their own tonic (like tonic for gin & tonics!), and I know someone who pickles everything imaginable from their own garden… how incredible is it to be self-sustaining in the 21st century? It’s a novel concept, and yet it was common practice 3 or 4 generations ago.

I have noticed the trend, and hopefully I am not the only one so excited about it, that singular good producers and service suppliers are reentering the markets, battling with the sometimes terrifying monster that is globalization, but emerging from the past nonetheless. So while I can pick up some fresh milled rye flour and handmade soap from my farmer’s market, a pound of fresh pasta from Dave’s, and any fresh baked loaf from Iggy’s, I can also crack open a bottle of my own home-brewed beer.

It’s so brilliant and so ordinary all at the same time. Now do not read this as a cry for complete self reliance. There is no way I can willingly give up my Piedmont-ese wine, South American 70% dark chocolate, and Ugandan coffee beans. My claims are more of a cry for awareness, for balance. I figured, sure, I can brew beer. And so I did! It was as simple as such. If there’s a farmer’s market near by, go to it. It’s just like a grocery store, but all of the produce is infinitely of better quality because it’s fresh and it’s local.

Regardless of the significance, let me say, these brews are coming out damn good.

The process, essentially:

The first go around was a basic brown ale. It had bright hop flavors co-mingling with caramel roast-y notes. Though über low on carbonation, soda-like carbonation is something we have been tricked into accepting more of from the commercial producers, it’s a result that I am very pleased with and would absolutely enjoy if I had picked it up as a 6-pack from any of my favorite breweries.

the brown ale!

the brown ale!

The second round brewed at home was a English pale ale, classified as an Extra Special Bitter *Extra special…oooh, aaah*. Sipping it right now, for the first time after bottling on Saturday, another success. Imagine you’ve taken a seat at the bar of a pub, maybe not in London, but in some town representative of authentic England, maybe a sort of rural location. The interior’s dark, with weathered leather seating, and an older gentleman polishing glasses behind the counter. This is what’s on draft. You can’t taste the hops, but the bitterness is there as an after taste, the carbonation of fine bubbles imparts a silky sort of feel, and there are notes of biscuity malt and even some of those banana esters. It’s real nice.

This is probably the most shocking aspect of the whole production. This brown liquid, strained off of a pile of milled malt, bubbling away in the hallway upstairs, morphed into some good, honestly delicious, beer. I can’t say exactly what I was expecting, perhaps this reveals my pessimistic tendencies!

This is nice: Craft Beer – A Hopumentary

p.s. I highly suggest clicking the links I provide while writing all these posts, otherwise it’s likely that you can’t understand a fu**ing thing I am trying to communicate. Listen here, I spent the time learning about it all, you could at least take a look ;)

p.p.s definitely watch this > How Beer Saved the World. It’s hilarious and it’s true. Deal with it, beer allowed for human civilization to evolve.