Showing posts with label Beer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beer. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2016


My wife and I are fortunate enough to have our children in a school district that affords them opportunities to stretch themselves intellectually.  It’s public school and having your kids in a public school system isn’t without its drama.  Typically, the curriculum is taught at a level equivalent to the lowest common denominator.  And I shouldn’t judge, but there is always a cost prohibitive forcing function which can limit the lower threshold of such denominators in the private school system.  Opting for public schools can put downward pressure on the forcing function.  But on the flip side, the oft experienced air of entitlement from private school is removed when entrenched in the public school system.

I’m not here to debate socioeconomic effects on demographics in the public school system and the resultant effects on the core curriculum and the delivery of educational services.  That’s for PTA moms, educators, and legislators to debate.  What I’m hoping to impress upon you is the importance of a specific set of curriculum that’s a necessity in your child’s life.  More importantly, it’s a necessity in our lives.  One word.  STEM.  OK, it’s really four words.  Five, if you count the word ‘and.’ Let’s not get semantic on this.

Over the last few months, I’ve been cracking the whip on Grom #1 and his two buddies.  I was overseeing the development of their STEM 2016 project.  And while the coordination of said project has compromised both my patience and time, it’s become wildly apparent the value of such an opportunity for these rugrats and the dire need for an enriching STEM curriculum across the proverbial board of all schools.

You see, I’m an engineer.  I like making stuff and breaking stuff.  Ask my parents, I took everything apart.  If it wasn’t bolted down, I took it apart.  If it was bolted down, I removed the bolts and used them in my next great invention.  And while doing all of that, I typically lost my dad’s tools.  So of course I may be a ‘slight’ bit biased.  All biases aside, what I do know is that Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics are the building blocks for so very many aspects of our world.

Look around.  Someone dreamt it, designed it, invented it, tested it, cured it and calculated it for us.  Everything.

The odds of your kid being the next Russell Wilson or Russell Westbrook are pretty long.  Even if they do succeed in professional athletics, the odds are even longer that they will influence the world in any more than a pop-cultural dimension (think Lamar Odom).  Something no more than a passing fancy or tabloid fodder.

But the odds of your kid influencing the world by way of designing something new, making life easier, developing new technologies, exploring space, reducing greenhouse emissions, purifying water sources in 3rd world countries, developing future alternative power cell technologies, programming the next great smart phone app, or whatever are much more in your favor if you expose your kids to STEM opportunities.  We need visionaries.  We need futurists.  We need technology that enables change and betterment.  We are not promised tomorrow on this slab of a rock slinging itself through space and time.  Despite what some may believe, the resources here are finite.

I don’t care if you believe in a big scary monster that lives in the sky who created this planet in a couple of days or believe in a 50,000 year old warrior who infest host bodies in Yelm.  It doesn’t matter to me.  What you need to believe in is that we need change, change for the better.  We need a prosperous future.  Our kids can help bring that if given the right opportunities.  Please. Donate your time, your money or your voice to the cause of keeping accessibility to STEM curriculum and activities.  Yes, every year it’s a drag to work on a science fair project with your kid.  Trust me, I begrudgingly volunteer to support my kids’ in this.  But once my sleeves are rolled up and we’re intellectually invested into the project, things don’t get much more appealing.  Most parents would rather check out of parenting and check in on Facebook.

Give your child the opportunity to explore STEM curriculum.  The challenges, the learning, and the outcomes can make a difference.  And if instead they choose to herd goats in the far reaches of Katmandu, at least they will know how to count their goats.

We can’t drill and burn our way out of our problems.  But we can invest and invent our way out of them.

Better yet….check out these links.  Get inspired by them.

LEGO Paper Airplane Machine

LEGO Paper Airplane Machine – Behind the Scenes

The Age of Aerospace

The Above and Beyond Exhibition
http://aboveandbeyondexhibition.com

STEM 2016 Technology Project - The Legoonies by JRK Films
https://youtu.be/ltPcBSbx-_A

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

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With the end of the year upon us and the impending delight, surprise, drama, or doom of the New Year, I felt like this was a great time to drop a little wisdom on the ol’ family blog.  It’s been months since I’ve spun any tales here.  Mostly, this is due to timing, specifically a lack of it.  I’ve had the inspiration, tons of beginnings, but no endings on topics.  Well the end of the year is just that, an end to a ‘topic.’

My travel schedule is the complicating factor.  This got me thinking.  Travel is a pain and I have to do it a lot.  So when I do, I try to keep it simple, travel light, and just focus on essential things.  When traveling, I only require three things and if I don’t have these three things, the travel sucks balls.  The three things are:

1.  Internet – so I can communicate with the free world, more specifically my family
2.  Soft pillow – sleeping doesn’t come easy on travel so a soft place to drop your head is integral
3.  Cold beer – Comfort food.  When in a foreign country, you want comfort food.  For me that is beer

On New Year’s Eve, a discussion of beer seems incredibly appropriate and useful for my audience.  I’ve been reading this book. It was a gift for my birthday last month and it’s called “The Book of Beer Awesomeness.  If you haven’t read this fine literary masterpiece, I highly recommend it.  I’m’ not going to get into a deep thoughtful review here.  I just want to dig into a concept it proposes.  That’s the concept of proper beer drinking etiquette.  The book suggests that there are 15 Rules to Proper Beer Drinking Etiquette.

With the rules below and my interpretation, you should now be able to consume a healthy libations and not be mistaken as a crude and uncivilized heathen.

1.  Always perform toast when drinking the first beer of the day.

A toast is essential.  I read somewhere that the sound of glasses clanging during a toast was thought to ward off evil spirits and bring prosperity.  Tempting fate? Is that something you really want to do?  Toast to your health, family, friends, or whatever it is you appreciate.  The toast will be therapeutic to externalize the importance of appreciation.

2.  Never complain about free beer.

We all know ungrateful bastards like this.  If the sweet nectar of the Gods is being offered to you at no cost, why would you complain about it?  These are the type of people who ask for a favor and then critique how the favor is being delivered.  Basically, nothing is good enough.  Free beer is better than no beer at all.  Remember that and always be considerate.

3.  Always have at least one six pack in your fridge at all times.

If the Boy Scouts of America could drink, then this would be their rule.  Always be prepared.  It’s really pretty obvious.  Came home from a sick time riding your bike?  You need a beer.  Replacing some fence in the back yard? You need a beer.  Unplug a toilet from a family member’s granite-like fecal deposit?  You need a beer.

4.  Have a bottle opening apparatus on you at all times.

I have an infinite number of occasions where I was asked if I had an opener.  In my house, they are everywhere.  A bottle opener on the fridge in the house, a bottle opener on the beer fridge in the garage, a bottle opener on the wall hanging above the work bench in my shop, a bottle opener in the car (it’s only illegal if you’re drinking), even several drawers in the kitchen have them.  And now I have a credit card sized tool that I carry in my wallet for beer opening.

5.  At house parties, mark your beer so you know it’s yours.

There are scoundrels out there who will jack your beer at a house party.  Brand your beer so you know it’s yours to ward off the infiltrators who know no couth and will take your beer because they didn’t bring their own.  Yes, your beer should be left behind after the party has concluded and it will have your name affixed on it.  The host will then see this remaining inventory and knon two things: 1. You brought your beer to a his or her party and are not a free loader.  You in fact have enough respect for them and your beer to assert yourself and your beer in the community.   And 2. You understand Rule 8 below.  Beer gets left behind after parties as a token of appreciation and gratitude to the host.

6.  Never pooh-pooh another drinker’s preference, everyone has their own poison.

There are nearly 100,000 types of beers on this orbiting rock of a planet of ours.  Don’t be so arrogant to say that you’ve drank a sample of all of them and that you’ve been indoctrinated as the supreme ambassador envoy to the stewardship of beer excellence and proficiency.  Seriously dude, everyone has their taste.  Some like hoppy, some like stouts, and some like beer-flavored water.  If you haven’t noticed, beer is the one thing that all cultures and civilizations have in common.  Why not stop judging and start embracing the differences and similarities?  Beauty is in the eye of the beer-holder.

7.  At keg parties, only fill up two keg cups at a time per person.  Any more than that, get back in line.

Filling keg cups at a party is kind of like merging onto the freeway.  Everyone just wants to get going and not have their momentum impeded.  Equally, you don’t want to have someone stand in your way to sweet sweet libations, so why would you do this to another patron?  It’s kind of like the golden rule of beer distribution.  ‘Keep the line moving, keep the beer flowing, and keep the peeps drinking,’ I always say.

8.  If you bring beer to a party, you may drink it, but you’re not allowed to take any extra beer home.

This is one that truly annoys me about people.  They are the same ones who complain about free beer.  For once, they bring their own beer, use your fridge and conveniences, eat your snacks, disparage your preferences, and then take the beer home.  Your beer is a token of goodwill, an offering of prosperity, a gesture of thanks, not a yo-yo of libations.

9.  If someone buys you a beer, you must finish it.

This is a simple matter of respect.  If someone extends his or her courtesy to you in the form of a beer, you should drink it and thank them for such an action.  Now it’s not and hard fast rule for females.  If a dude buys a chick a drink and the chick choose to not drink it, whether that be because she dumps it on him or that she was using her girlish wiles to procure said drink for her friend is irrelevant, she is her accord to not drink it should she choose.  But if you decide to not drink it for some caloric or dietary reasoning, then you’re just a quitter and you suck.

10.  If someone buys you a beer, you must buy them the next round.

Much like Rule 9, this is a return showing of respect to another who has previously celebrated you buy purchasing you a beer.  Return the favor.  At times, pub logistics may not allow for neutral round purchases.  When this happens, keep a mental ledger of your unbalance beer book.  Make sure you pay it back in some way, shape or form.  Be a good beer drinker.

11.  If someone buys a round for the group, the group should toast to the buyer’s health.

This is the combination of Rule 1 and Rule 10.  Toasting is a sign of respect and appreciation, especially the buyer who bought a round for the group.  Celebrate this person’s supreme awesomeness.

12.  If you spill someone else’s beer, you owe them a new one.

This is what we call a ‘Party Foul.’  They happen.  Most of the time, they are accidents.  Their frequency increases proportionally with the amount of beer consumed.  So you can’t avoid them.  What you can avoid is being a D-bag and not acknowledging the incident and not rectifying the situation.  If you disrupt someone’s consumption of beer by way of spillage, be a Good Samaritan and apologize and fix the situation.  There’s nothing more sad that a spilled beer with no home.

13.  If someone leaves their seat to get a new beer, you must honor their claim on the space for five minutes.

Seating at pubs can be a high-value item.  Sometimes you’re the seat predator, and sometimes you’re the seat prey.  We’ve all done it, watched for someone to get up and buy another beer or hit the restroom, then swoop in and rest our tired ass on their seat.  But you must honor the effort of their claimed space as you don’t know the effort to which it was originally procured.  Honor thy time limit unless of course the person doesn’t claim the space then it’s yours.

14.  Never bring beer into the bathroom.  It’s just weird.

There are exceptions to this rule.  Bringing a beer into a public bathroom at a pub or restaurant?  That’s just stupid.  Bringing a beer into the men’s restroom at CenturyLink field during a Seahawk game? Absolutely acceptable.  That’s why there are folding beer trays above the urinals.  At home, this rule doesn’t apply.  There’s nothing more perfect than a beer in the shower.  Trust me.  I’m the theorist of the three greatest inventions of mankind: 1. Beer, 2. Running water, and 3. Toothpaste.

15.  Clean up after yourself.  You weren’t’ raised in a barn.

I mean, even if you were raised in a barn, you must know that you need to clean up your stall.  Seriously, don’t leave your bottles and cans strewn about your home or a host’s house.  At the very least, ask “Do you recycle?”  Most likely the host will tell you, “Let me take care of that for you.”  And just like that you’ve used the Jedi Mind trick to pick up after yourself.  Worst case is that the host tells you where to place the empties.  And then you’ve helped them clean up their abode and will look like a patron saint of drinking who will now be invited back due to your appreciation of personal space.  Yay you for continuing your beer prosperity.
In conclusion, rules are made to be broken but only in the most extreme or extenuating circumstances.  As I mentioned above, civilization after civilization and culture after culture, we have all shared in the commonality of beer and celebrated its unique taste and satisfaction.  Through its and our diversity, we’ve found harmony.  So listed above are the 15 Rules for Proper Beer Drinking Etiquette.  While I can’t take credit for this hypothesis, I can take credit for my biased interpretation of the rules listed below each.

While I may not be an expert on this, or anything for that matter, I do know I love beer.  Being that it is one of the greatest inventions of all time, one of the things I require for my travel comfort, and embodies the true definition of awesomeness, it seems incredibly appropriate to pen down some text about beer on New Year’s Eve.

Tonight, enjoy your beers, appreciate your hosts, toast you friends and family, and kick out 2014 for great start to 2015.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

When you’re a dad of two infinitely energetic and overly dramatic boys, married to your best friend, work for the man in a pressure chamber, and overcome by your own immature obsessions of bikes and skateboards, your days tend to be overrun with unavoidable obligations, a latitude of challenges, and an unfortunate lack of personal introspection.

So when the tumblers of life’s complicated lock line up and reveal the happiness behind the door of obligation, it’s important to carve out the time to pen down the appropriateness of the enlightened moment so you can remember just how beautiful life is.


The theme of the last few months can easily be summarized in one word; compromise. There’s been a lot with the move, the job, the obligations, the changes, and the drama.

On paper, today looked like it was going to be absent of obligations. It was the first day in some time where we didn’t have to go somewhere and do something for someone. So waking up this morning (Saturday), I greeted the day with a cautious optimism. Was it too good to be true? Nope. It lived up to its billing and then some.


It was a day where I really lived up to my 'age' (sort of, but not really).

I started out the day with an early ride at the freeride park to get a fix on my insatiable need for big air and mud. I guess I’m kind of elemental that way. It was great day of rocking a big ass step down and styling over a hip. I headed home after the ride to be greeted by the boys. I grabbed a cold refreshing beer and Son #1 and I plopped our narrow bottoms down on the couch and played some Lego Batman on Wii. After we led the Dark Knight through multiple levels of righting Gotham City, we had a little lunch. Peanut butter jelly sandwiches and BBQ chips for everyone. Gourmet-style which means we served them on plates with napkins.


Son #2 dropped off the radar during nap time, Son #1 got some TV time, and my wife and I were able to grab a moment of ‘clarity’ between the hot laps of the boys around coffee table. Son #1 was disturbed by the peace in the house so we chose to break that up with some entertainment. By way of the evil conglomerate Comcast, we were able to sit at watch the finely produced and surely award winning movie, Alvin and the Chipmunks. In requirements defined by the great authority of parenting, my wife and I each enjoyed a cold adult beverage during the flick. Believe me, it was needed. But Son #1 loved the movie.

And then Son #2 got up from his nap and it was time to run some more. Our plan was to BBQ for dinner but the laziness of the day and the effects of energetic children and alcohol have a slowing effect on a person. So instead, dinner was the vitamin and mineral enriched solution of chili cheese fries and buffalo chicken.

After some more laps around the living room, the boys were promptly shoved into their pajamas and tucked into their beds. The day was coming to an end, so my wife and I grabbed another beer and enjoyed the last few hours together in front of the television. Apparently, it was 'my choice' in entertainment but I didn’t have the remote control. Despite that, we ended up being sucked into our typical Saturday routine of catching up on the supernatural and bloodsucking population of Bon Temps, Louisiana.

Now if I could have only snuck in some skateboarding, this might have been one of the best days ever on record. Well, maybe not to that degree. My wedding and the boys’ births were pretty big too. But this was a much needed day in the overall scheme of things. The day wasn’t totally without drama though.


For example, after we were done watching the academy award winning Alvin and the Chipmunk, we decided to eat 'healthy' and have more beer and kettle chips. Son #1, minus the beer, had some chips. As my wife passed him a chip, by some turn of events, he got some salt, pepper, or a finger in his eye. Now Son #1 has a flare for the dramatic. I'd estimate that all of the Seafair-goers in a ten mile radious could hear the screams of terror from this eye-jammie over the roar of the hydroplanes. And then there’s Son #2 who can neither be out done by his older brother nor let his older brother have a toy that he wants. After several screaming sessions and the resulting time outs, he figured out that he can’t have the Grave Digger monster truck and he should settle for Outlaw.


That was our great day. Sure, I was responsible some of the time. But we got to act like kids and still be parents. I'm grateful that I’ve never really grown up after all of these years. Hell, neither has my wife and that's why we work so well together. I’m completely comfortable with the fact that I’ve never really grown up. I still like skateboards, bikes, dumb kids movies, and beer. No one should take themselves so seriously that they lose track of that inner adolescent inside. I love being a 12 year old.