Today was day one of the big tuba tour, with a lecture presented to Michael Dessen’s composition class at UCI.  All in all it went very well.  I thought we would struggle to fill an hour (as happened in our initial Composition Focus presentation at UCSD), but we easily filled our alloted time to the point where Michael had to cut off the Q/A.  The students (7 in all) were very attentive, very enthusiastic, and very receptive to our idea of collaborative composition.

Michael made us think about the notion of the catalog a little more than we had previously.  He primarily asked us to focus on the problem of notation because of our largely phenomenological approach.  In order for the catalog to be useful to composers, it should present a certain level of notational standardization, but often such rigid systems disagree with or run counter to the phenomenological understandings of the players.  In a way, it sort of sums up the central issue of the catalog: we are presenting the results of a collaborative process, imploring whoever reads it to engage in something similar, and yet the information contained within is automatically divorced from our personal experience through the act of publishing (or, at least, printing it out).  We want composers to talk to performers, but we’re giving them examples of techniques.  We want performers to experiment and discover things on their own, but we’re giving them a list of things to work on.  It’s going to be an interesting struggle, but I think we have a good idea of how to push through.

Up next: Wednesday, 2/11 at UCR; Tuesday, 2/17 at Stanford; Thursday, 2/19 at Berkeley.

  • okay, so now i have to actually write the paper i proposed.. #
  • wow, inadvertently misleading your students really sucks. #
  • engaged in a generally futile effort of trying to force derrida into my brain #
  • nothing like cooking up a fresh batch of torillas with guacamole to start off the day. #

The HeBrew Jewbilation beers have always struck me as creative despite their strict rules: 1 ABV % point, 1 grain and 1 hop variety per year celebrated.  It sort of seems similar to what KFB did with Excelsior! (née Manbearpig), except…different.  Where we had no idea what our blend of however many different kinds of grain would yield, I’m sure the folks at Schmaltz (the parent brewing co.) are considerably more competent.  No doubt these are complex beers, and they’re only getting moreso as the years go by.  But they’re still really good without becoming bland or confusing messes of flavor.

That being said – the 12th is very tasty.  I had significantly more trouble finding this one than the 11th last year, so it could be that I’m not alone in this opinion.  Like I said, it’s complex.  There’s a sort of general “maltiness” and a “hoppiness,” and of course a rather noticeable alcohol aroma as well.  What stands out in the aroma for me is, for lack of a better description, the smell of fresh baklava.  I mean, like, the second that the syrup is poured onto the pastry, when everything is a hot, crispy thing of beauty (not that the resulting product is any less beautiful, but that’s the topic for another post (ooh, a post about baklava aesthetics – intriguing)).  There’s a certain sweetness reminiscent of honey, a spiciness that reminds me of cinnamon, and a malt aroma that evokes the scent of almonds and walnuts.

In the flavor, the spiciness takes a backseat to the other two major components, which themselves are transformed by their new liquid manifestations.  The sweetness loses some of the delicateness and crispness of honey to instead be more of a cloying slap on the cheek (an enjoyable, endorphin-releasing slap).  The nuttiness of the malt similarly loses some subtlety.  This is also largely due to the presence of a number of other strong malt flavors, not the least of which is one of smoked malt that lingers for some time.

As I almost always do for beers of this type (i.e., anything over 9%), I wholeheartedly recommend letting this one warm up.  Not only do the aromas and flavors open up massively as expected, there is a delightful smoothness and richness that simply isn’t there when cold.  The closer it gets to room temperature (for me, around 65 F right now), the larger the beer feels in the mouth, the more substance it carries, and the better it is as a thing to drink.

Of course, as it warms up, I get progressively more drunk from actually drinking it, but certainly that has nothing to do with my final analysis: this beer is awesome, but probably only as a standalone.  It would certainly overpower most pairings, except for perhaps some very good, preferably very dark, chocolate.

  • Rode 37 miles in 3 hours and felt good. Shitty day, but good ride. Did Torrey Pines park hill for a nice, scenic end. Nice. #
  • Rode 30 miles in 2 hours and 30 minutes and felt good. Very good ride with William. Good hills, only got totally trashed toward the end … #

I rode about 30 miles with William today, give or take a few.  I don’t remember what roads we took, so I can’t plot the route.  I do remember a few bitchy hills, though, that I’ll have to add to the training regimen.  The biggest thing that I took away from today’s ride is that I seem to be making progress.  It could simply be that I was riding with another person today – that always serves as automatic motivation – but I really do feel like something tangible has improved.  My muscles got less sore during the ride, even when I was coming home by myself, and I was able to endure the pain for slightly longer each time I pushed myself.  Ross tells me the pain never goes away, that getting better is simply getting better at handling the suffering.  I still have a lot of work to do, but today was a step in the right direction.

  • Rode 28.28 miles in 2 hours and 15 minutes and felt good. Not at steep as yesterday, but more sustained climbs. Tired at the end, but i … #