Saturday, July 28, 2007

virtual tour

matt and i finally got around to bringing a camera in to take pictures of the brewery. since i've been hanging out there quite a bit, i have gained somewhat of an understanding of how it all works. i'll try to explain to the best of my limited knowledge what all these pictures are:

this is the main room. it's what you see when you come in the door. there is a "bar" (kegerator) in the middle of the room where people can "taste"(sit and drink all day long) the beer. look, there's me! i'm sitting on a keg a few feet away from someone's stinky work boots. the room in the background to the right with the door off it's hinges is the bathroom. the door is on now. and the bar is up against a wall now, looking more organized and respectable.

this is the front of the brewery. that tall thing in front is the grain silo. that's where the grain delivery people come and put the grain, which then goes from the bottom of the silo through that white pipe that looks like a roller coaster into the building through the roof. that other tall thing in front is matt. :)

this is the mill room and grist case. the mill room is the little closet-y looking thing with a machine in it. the machine, obviously, is the mill. the grain gets milled, then goes up another white pipe into that box to the right which is the grist case, where the mash (what the milled grain seems to be called) is stored.

this is my beautiful man standing next to the mashtun. (note: mashtun is actually all one word. i had it spelled mash ton, and then mash tun, and neither seemed right, so i called matt who said it is "mashtun.") in this picture matt's standing on the brew deck smiling for the camera. normally he's standing on the brew deck in work boots and latex gloves, stirring the mash (the milled grain from the last picture) into the mashtun with a giant oar. though i think there's a machine on there that does that part now, too.

the concoction with the water and mash then goes into this thing which is the kettle. this is where the hops go in, too. it all gets boiled. it's actually quite a bit like cooking. i don't know why the picture is sideways. when i loaded them into my computer i tried to make them all orient the same way, but i must have missed this one. sorry about having to tilt your head.

in the background of this picture are the mashtun and the kettle. in the foreground are the fermenters, where the mixture--now called wort--is piped to finish the fermentation process. first it goes through a wort chiller and (sometimes, but not in this case yet) some sort of filtering process. the wort sits in the fermenters until it becomes beer. there are now six of these in the brew house: the little one and three big ones in this picture, and two new giant ones that are going to be used to make lagers.

this is the boiler room (the closet-y thing with the hot water heater in it), the hot liquor back (the other hot-water-heater-y thing), and the power box. i'm not really sure what this equipment is for other than to supply and control power to the building, and to provide boiling water for the kettle.

these big things are called bright tanks. they're stored inside the cooler. they are where the beer goes once it is done being fermented in the fermenters from a few pictures ago. beer sits in there partially just as storage but mainly because the longer it sits in there the "brighter" it gets. all the particles and stuff that made it through whatever filtering process settle out and the beer is less cloudy. so far there are four bright tanks at ninkasi. the fourth you can only see a little corner of. for whatever reason it sits long-ways instead of upright, and it is big and pinkish-red with a snout-like opening on one end. they call it "the pig."

here are a bunch of kegs, also inside the cooler. after the beer is done sitting in the bright tanks, it gets put into kegs. the cooler is the most wonderful thing on a hot summer day. just walk in, close your eyes, and you can imagine you are up on mt. hood during ski season!

this is...another picture that didn't get uprighted when i put it into my computer. it is also a picture of a ninkasi tap handle. this specific one is quantum pale ale, my new favorite beer. the other beers are total domination ipa, spank dog, and believer double red. coming soon are two lagers and an oktoberfest (matt is designing that one and he's going to enter it for competition at the great american beer festival in october). look for this tap handle at your local bar (if you live in oregon). it's already all over eugene and some places in portland, and growing daily...

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

country fair

i realize that since i didn't actually go to the country fair, the title is misleading. but i was so excited to be in eugene and to be going to the hippiest of hippie-fests for the first time, and then to be able to blog about the crazy, naked-body-painted hippies wandering around with glitter and fairy wings, that i couldn't not have a post titled "country fair." i don't actually have anything to say about the fair, however, other than that i have been hearing about it for years and have always wondered...but it looks like i won't be able to find out until next year.

between wedding plans, learning a"new" job (same job, different county. and tons more legal work.), driving back and forth to portland all the time, and poor matt working 16-hour days, we were both just exhausted this weekend when it came time to go to the fair. what we really wanted was to relax. so we went camping with d and i from ninkasi, i's girlfriend aj, and their lab/hound-dog apollo. we went up around oakridge, by the headwaters of the willamette. it was absolutely beautiful. and quiet. nothing to hear but the river, and nothing to see at night but the campfire and stars. we both finally took a big, deep, slow breath of extremely fresh air. it was tangible peace.

of course no trip is complete without otis doing something semi-disastrous. he launched himself through the tent's screen-window in a panic sunday morning when matt left the tent to go pee in the woods. he also proved that he is definitely not ready to hang out by the campfire off-leash just yet: one minute he was sitting there next to apollo basking in the glow like a good dog, the next minute he was flying through the woods with five humans and a hound after him. that discovery has launched a full-scale training effort at home where poor otis does not get to do anything besides come-here, sit, down, stay, and heel the entire time we're in the house with him. for the people, this is both exhausting and a barrier to actually getting anything done (otis has to sit-stay while i'm doing the dishes. he breaks the stay, i have to dry my hands, go get him, bring him back, and put him back in the sit-stay. this happens over and over and over...), and i'm sure confusing and incredibly boring for the dog. but hopefully by next summer when we camp, we'll have a dog that can participate rather than have to be babysat. plus, if he were a good dog, maybe more people would be inclined to watch him for a week while his people go to the country fair!

Monday, July 9, 2007

i hate nutria

this weekend my dog got attacked by a nutria. i should probably blame the dog, because he was the one who escaped from the house in the first place (i was in the shower and he somehow pushed open the sliding glass door), and then was enough of a dumbass to try to make friends with the thing. the house was unusually quiet when i got out of the shower, so i called for otis. nothing. i whistled and called for him again, and i heard his collar jingle from somewhere outside. i wrapped my towel around me and went out the back door just in time to see otis dive under the deck after a nutria. i heard a scuffle. i called a third time, this time probably sounding a little angry but mostly afraid. he popped out from under the deck with the nutria attached to his face. there was another scuffle as otis shook the nutria off and it ran away. he trotted into the house--smiling and panting and wagging his tail like he was going to doggie disneyland--with BLOOD dripping from his mouth.

panicked, i rinsed his mouth off and then called matt (who hasn't had a day off in two weeks!), my vet, and the emergency vet, in that order. matt and my vet both threw me even farther into a panic: matt talking about the hundreds of dollars this was going to cost and both of them talking about the fact that now otis probably has rabies and god-knows what other kinds of disgusting rodent disease. the emergency vet was much more calming. she told me to make sure none of the blood was his (check him for open wounds), and bring him in if it was. she said since he's had his shots he should be protected from disease and he will probably only need antibiotics...stitches at the very most.

i checked otis over and found a scratch on his chest and a pretty decent-sized laceration in his floppy doggie gums, so i drove his butt to "spring-tucky" (aka springfield, where the emergency vet hospital is located). it seemed everyone else's dogs decided to be dumbasses that day, too--the lobby was overflowing. one little dog had tried to get a drink of water from a sprinkler and got blasted in the eye! the incident with the nutria and the subsequent blood-spewing wounds had absolutely no effect on otis' general otis-y-ness, so of course he was bouncing all over the lobby trying to get in everyone's laps and make friends with everyone's dogs. fortunately i had purchased the gentle leader head collar, which is a miracle working device that allowed me to keep otis out of everyone's business with pretty much no effort other than having to explain to people a) why he was jumping in circles like a freak and pawing at his mouth and b) that it's not a muzzle, it's just a head collar, and no, otis is not dangerous.

three hours later, otis got to go back in to see the doctor. poor guy had to have a thermometer shoved into his rear end for the second time that week (he had all his shots updated on monday, and any trip to the vet somehow seems to have to include a temperature reading). but he was a good doggie and let the vet look in his mouth and all, and she concluded (thank goodness) that since he's a puppy and the major wound is in his mouth, it should heal on its own and all he needs are antibiotics. it still obviously cost money to bring him in and fill the prescription, but anesthesia and stitches would have been a lot worse! so now he's home, taking cephalexin twice daily disguised as cubes of cheese, and constantly trying to get out of the house to finish what he started with the damn nutria.

Monday, July 2, 2007

enfp

i took the online personality test (based on the meyers-briggs test) that b had on her blog. whereas she changed from college to now, i got the same results i had in college:

You Are An ENFP
The Inspirer
You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!
In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.
At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.
How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding
When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused