Friday, October 22, 2010

How do you fold a mind map?

Okay, I admit it: I am a profoundly disorganized Goddess. Don't let the file box, the notes on the bulletin board and the neatly lined-up CDs fool you -- For every one thing that's in its proper place, there are at least ten more somewhere nearby.

Lurking. Waiting to spring.

Or should that be 'waiting for spring'?

In between playing clarinet, doing yardwork, editing My novel Ice Cream for Lakshmi and nailing an old shirt to canvas stretchers with a staple gun,* I've been attempting to read a book called How to be Organized in Spite of Yourself (Schlenger & Roesch).

It's not working; at least, not yet. About all I've figured out so far is that I don't fit neatly into any of the disorganization styles presented in the book. I can, however, make a good case for fitting into at least six of them, with a pronounced bias towards "Hopper," "Everything Out" and "Fence Sitter."

(reaches for Her glass of single malt Scotch and frowns as she considers the camcorder manual, carving tools and two tape dispensers on the desk, then shoves the computer repair tools over by the elephant figurine and makes a mental note to put Her point-and-click camera back in Her purse where it belongs)

Like I said... Disorganized. I don't even need sticky tape at the moment.

(puts the carving tools and the tape away in their respective storage boxes; makes another mental note to take the flashlight back down the kitchen after She installs the USB and FireWire cards in Red's computer)

So this is what I'm going to do instead: I'm going to spend a few minutes tonight learning how mind mapping works, and then I'm going to see if I can actually make-go.

And then maybe I'll be organized enough to figure out this organizing book.

* Why? Because you can *never* have too many Ming-style dragon pictures, or too few 100% polyester shirts.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Hocus Pocus and Sudoku Focus

It's Friday night at Astrejurhof, and I'm sitting here at My desk practicing creative procrastination. What I think I should be doing doesn't quite match up with what I seem to need to do at the moment.

Apparently that need currently involves classic rock music, Sudoku, and beer. I've already finished a lovely mug of Oktoberfest Lager from Half Pints Brewing, a local concern located just down the street from where I buy the honey for My meadmaking.

And after I finished the Oktoberfest, I started playing Sudoku. That was also about the time I started channel-hopping on My stereo receiver, because new age worldbeat experimental stuff and whatnot was simply not doing it for Me tonight.

Lo and behold, I found a station playing the song Hocus Pocus by Focus. It's been years since I've heard this piece of sonic mayhem, which has it all: Yodelling, flute, accordion, and the standard 70's-flavour organ-and-guitar riffing that I love so much.

The song made Me smile.

Oh, and I won the Sudoku game, too.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Mystery Mead

Tonight I brewed the mead for next spring's Equinox celebrations.

I have no idea how much honey I actually put in, but I suspect it was well in excess of 4 kilograms for a 12-litre batch. I used up the remainder of a 7-kilogram pail of white clover honey, plus a few squirts from a bottle of kitchen honey.

I also have no flippin' idea as to the specific gravity of the mixture, as I had already poured it all into the carboy and put on the S-trap before I noticed the hydrometer sitting on the kitchen counter.

Translation: When this batch eventually stops blorping and there's no more sugar to turn into alcohol, I will have absolutely no idea as to its alcohol content. My standard batch (3 kilograms of liquid clover honey to 10 litres of spring water) comes out fairly consistently at 7% C2H5OH, so with nearly 50% more honey in the mix I'm expecting something at least as potent as My favourite beer. La Fin du Monde.

Either that, or I'll have the first carboy in space.