Forced Reading
The dark steam homebrew is happily bubbling along. The wort temperature is fermenting just a couple degrees higher than the yeast packaging recommends, but isn't really a concern. It should only decrease the time the ferment will take, and shouldn't have any side effects. I put the fermentation lock on yesterday and caught a whiff of the wonderful dark brew inside. It's got another 10 days of primary fermentation and then it'll get racked in to a secondary fermentor for an additional 3 - 4 weeks. I'm calling it now as a final alcohol content of 6.9%. I've got a good feeling about this one.
More on guilt. I have a hard time reading a book after I've already seen the movie. It just feels like the visualizations have already been forced on you and you already basically know how it's all going to end 400 - 600 pages later. Even if they change up the ending from the book to the movie, you spend so much time comparing the differences in the story you notice across the two mediums. On the other hand, I fully enjoy reading a book first and then watching the movie. Comparisons are still made, but not much during the 90 minutes you spend watching the actual movie. The comparisons come later.
A year ago, my brother-in-law (we'll call him Richard), went back to England to visit his family. When he tried to come back in to the States, he was denied because he is an apparent terrorist. Too bad for him. Before he left, he gave me a book to read. I didn't ask for it. It was a book based on the popular movie, "The Bourne Identity", a movie which we both enjoyed and briefly discussed. Being that I just acquired him as a brother-in-law a mere 3 months before this time, I accepted the book and thanked him instead of telling him to shove it.
Skip forward one year. He just got allowed back in to the States a week ago and I ended up seeing him last weekend. The first thing he asked me was if I had been golfing. But the second thing he asked me was if I had read his book. No. I haven't read your book. I've read countless other books in the last year, but I couldn't bring myself to read the book you gave me. I could have lied to him and told him I read it, but he's the type that would grill me about the details. Again, he pushes the reason I should read it and I tell him okay - fine.
So, now I'm reading the book. It's a guilt read. I am trying to speed thru it so that I can be done with it. The Clif Notes version. It's not that it's a bad book, but being forced to do anything other than drinking or sex kinda sucks.
More on guilt. I have a hard time reading a book after I've already seen the movie. It just feels like the visualizations have already been forced on you and you already basically know how it's all going to end 400 - 600 pages later. Even if they change up the ending from the book to the movie, you spend so much time comparing the differences in the story you notice across the two mediums. On the other hand, I fully enjoy reading a book first and then watching the movie. Comparisons are still made, but not much during the 90 minutes you spend watching the actual movie. The comparisons come later.
A year ago, my brother-in-law (we'll call him Richard), went back to England to visit his family. When he tried to come back in to the States, he was denied because he is an apparent terrorist. Too bad for him. Before he left, he gave me a book to read. I didn't ask for it. It was a book based on the popular movie, "The Bourne Identity", a movie which we both enjoyed and briefly discussed. Being that I just acquired him as a brother-in-law a mere 3 months before this time, I accepted the book and thanked him instead of telling him to shove it.
Skip forward one year. He just got allowed back in to the States a week ago and I ended up seeing him last weekend. The first thing he asked me was if I had been golfing. But the second thing he asked me was if I had read his book. No. I haven't read your book. I've read countless other books in the last year, but I couldn't bring myself to read the book you gave me. I could have lied to him and told him I read it, but he's the type that would grill me about the details. Again, he pushes the reason I should read it and I tell him okay - fine.
So, now I'm reading the book. It's a guilt read. I am trying to speed thru it so that I can be done with it. The Clif Notes version. It's not that it's a bad book, but being forced to do anything other than drinking or sex kinda sucks.
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