DD Craft Brew Review: FD's Gonzo Imperial Porter

Flying Dog Gonzo Imperial Porter

Beer Type: Imperial Porter

IBU: 85  ABV: 9.2%

Appearance: Gonzo pours espresso black/very dark brown, like a carbonated black coffee, if you will. There’s a slight foamy head that dissipates quickly.

Scent: Aroma is of dark chocolate, roasted coffee and perhaps a hint of black olives (likely from the interplay between the malt, hops, and alcohol.)  The bouquet is citrus from the hops.

Taste: Starts off tasting like bitter chocolate, coffee, and malt and then evolves more to a taste of barley wine. The finish is a dry bitter finish, with a nice spicy kick from the hops. The hop kick gets heavier as the beer warms. The body is quite full, the carbonation goes some way at making it feel lighter in the beginning, but this is still a full bodied brew. Considering the 9.2% alcohol content by volume, this is dangerously drinkable as a beer - the "alcohol bite" is slim.

Comments: Overall excellent beer, I would highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys port beer and especially to anyone who enjoys IPAs as you will appreciate the addenda hops here. Plus, how can you not grin at a beer whose name is inspired by “Dr. Gonzo” and has a Hunter S. Thompson quote on the box?

My rating: 9.0/10

"Why?"

Riddle me this:

Why answer a question with a question when you can not answer with a question?

To wit, how do you answer a question with a question when you cannot answer with a question?

Why answer something to which there is no question? 

To wit, how do you answer something to which there is no question?

How do you explicate an edifice for which there is no conceptual construct?

If music is between the notes, then philosophy is between the tautology, a polarization between the oxymora.

- David J. Deardorff

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Natus causae existentiae 

It’s a binding call, of a sort. A call that rings not the ossicles of your ears, but rather plucks the strings of your soul in the chords of a siren; chords that are felt, not heard – a call always answered, yet heard naught…

This is not fate,

this is not about a dog tied to a cart plunging downhill,

this is not about inevitability,

this is not about responsibility,

this is about the nature of things at a fundamental level:

This is the wisdom of a learned and tempered compassion;

this is atonement, not triumph – symphony, not melancholy. 

- David J. Deardorff

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The Ediety Tie Knot (The "Merovingian")

So, I was in a fit of ennui with respect to all the standard tie knots out there, and quite frankly most old man knots don't work well on me because my neck is exceptionally small and my collars follow in suite (14 1/2" neck - try finding that size in men's clothing). The half-windsor is my knot of choice, it's easy to tie, easy to adjust, and easy on the material... However it's a ubiquitous knot that's somewhat status quo and safe.

Being the huge nerd  curious thinker that I am, I thought it would be amusing to attempt to tie the "Merovingian" knot from the Matrix, I had read about it being an esoteric iteration of a french knot.

This knot turns out to be a tricky one to tie, and I ended up modifying the sequence a wee bit because I like my knots to be symmetrical and this is one of those knots where you have to fight the material at each twist if you want it to look right (at least for me, maybe you knot experts out there would have no trouble.)

Here it is with my shirt and coat, forgive the weirdness of the dimples - I had taken the tie off and then put it back on. This messes up the dimples because you adjust the length with the "fat end" of the tie since one actually ties this using the small end, thus if you move it up and down in excess you'll change the dimples.


Here's what this knot would look like in a shirt and coat, standard look:

Closer look at the knot geometry, no flash.

Knot with flash, another look at the geometry:

An out of context picture of the knot (retied, you really can't take this tie off and on more than once). This helps you see the size of the knot better.

If you're interested in tying the knot google "ediety" knot, you'll end up on 1-2 videos and maybe 1-2 pdfs as well, each as cryptic and frustratingly simple as the next :)

- D

Public declamation - a Latin translation: An intro to Cicero's First Catilinarian

Alrighty, let's translate a piece with more gravity than that of frivolous mice in a fable.

The following piece is the beginning of Cicero's First Catilinarian, an invective piece of rhetoric declaiming one Cataline in the Roman senate.

Who's Cicero?

Cicero was a Roman orator/political figure around 60 BC. Cicero was born less of gentry ("patricians, nobiles") and more of wealthy middle class (equestrians). Cicero was a "novus homo" (literally "new man" in Latin), which means he was the first to ascend to the rank of Consul within his family, and he did so at the earliest possible age at the time: The so called "suo anno" (literally "in his year"), which was age 43.

Who's Cataline?

Catiline on the other hand was born into a charmed place in life, a member of the "nobiles", meaning that he had erstwhile consuls painting his lineage. Cataline ran for consul twice, once disqualified and once placing 3rd to Cicero. Cataline had incurred debt while campaigning for his consulship, among other things. Not surprisingly Cataline tried to rally support from the financially less fortunate by advocating "Novae Tabula" (literally "new records"), a cancellation of debt; how convenient? This flavor of tact distanced Cataline from the support of the wealthy families. Since his public play of politics fell short, he used the support he had garnished to set the stage for insurrection. I had an instructor refer to this as the "Fight Club" method, think Tyler Durden and Project Mayhem, but instead of demolishing the corporate headquarters of visa and mastercard, Cataline wanted to usurp the Roman political powers.

Cicero learned of these plans through his informers, and he intended on delivering a speech to senate to inform them of Cataline's treacherous conspiracy. Supposedly Cicero also thought that Cataline was going to flee when he learned that Cicero himself would be denouncing him; Cicero was by now a total bad ass, being the most renowned orator and holding the highest seat of politics. However Cataline, aware Cicero had little hard evidence, actually came to the the meeting itself, and thus Cicero had to declaim him directly and likely forged many an extemporaneous verse.

Note the second paragraph:

"O tempores! O mores!": O the times! O the morals! Essentially, "What is the world coming to?" Even the  Romans knew how to remember the "good ole days", and even they thought their society was spinning into oblivion!

I'm more of a grammarian than I am a historian, so forgive my simplicity in historical reference.

The translation that follows is my own, and I tend to adhere more to a literal translation of Latin because I strive to preserve it. I'm also deprived of history relative to most classicists, so I translated almost exclusively by understanding the Latin on the page. Nevertheless I have used commentary from "Cicero's First Catilinarian Oration" by Karl Frerichs. I have also altered the syntax on certain sentences to make it understandable to the idiomatic English ear.

Latin text follows, sourced from: http://www.thelatinlibrary.com/cicero/cat1.shtml

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In L. Catilinam

Oratio Prima

[1] I. Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? quam diu etiam furor iste tuus nos eludet? quem ad finem sese effrenata iactabit audacia? Nihilne te nocturnum praesidium Palati, nihil urbis vigiliae, nihil timor populi, nihil concursus bonorum omnium, nihil hic munitissimus habendi senatus locus, nihil horum ora voltusque moverunt? Patere tua consilia non sentis, constrictam iam horum omnium scientia teneri coniurationem tuam non vides? Quid proxima, quid superiore nocte egeris, ubi fueris, quos convocaveris, quid consilii ceperis, quem nostrum ignorare arbitraris? 

[2] O tempora, o mores! Senatus haec intellegit. Consul videt; hic tamen vivit. Vivit? immo vero etiam in senatum venit, fit publici consilii particeps, notat et designat oculis ad caedem unum quemque nostrum. Nos autem fortes viri satis facere rei publicae videmur, si istius furorem ac tela vitemus. Ad mortem te, Catilina, duci iussu consulis iam pridem oportebat, in te conferri pestem, quam tu in nos [omnes iam diu] machinaris.

[3] An vero vir amplissumus, P. Scipio, pontifex maximus, Ti. Gracchum mediocriter labefactantem statum rei publicae privatus interfecit; Catilinam orbem terrae caede atque incendiis vastare cupientem nos consules perferemus? Nam illa nimis antiqua praetereo, quod C. Servilius Ahala Sp. Maelium novis rebus studentem manu sua occidit. 

Fuit, fuit ista quondam in hac re publica virtus, ut viri fortes acrioribus suppliciis civem perniciosum quam acerbissimum hostem coercerent. Habemus senatus consultum in te, Catilina, vehemens et grave, non deest rei publicae consilium neque auctoritas huius ordinis; nos, nos, dico aperte, consules desumus.

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Against Lucius Catiline

First Oration

Just how long, Cataline, will you abuse our patience? Likewise, how long will that madness of yours mock us? To what end will your unbridled audacity boast? In no way at all has the night guard of Palatine aroused you? Have the night watches of the city, the fear of the people, the gathering of all the good men, this most fortified location holding the senate, (and) the faces and expressions of these men aroused you not at all? Do you not perceive that your plans are obvious? Do you not see that your plans are held bound (now) by the knowledge of all these men? Do you think that any of us do not know what you did last night, on the night before, where you where, whom you called together, what plan you seized?


O the times! O the morals! The senate understands these things, the consul sees them. Nevertheless this man lives. He lives? Rather indeed, he even comes into the senate, he becomes a participant of the public debate, with his eyes he marks down and points out each and every one of us for slaughter. We however, brave men [sarcastic tone], seem to accomplish enough for the republic, if we avoid the madness and weapons of such [pejorative force] a man.

For a long time now you, Cataline, ought to have been lead to death by a command of the consuls, your plague, which for a long time now you have been devising against us all, ought to have been conferred upon you. Or is it indeed (that) a most distinguished man, Pontius Scipius, the pontifex maximus (= highest priest), as a private citizen, killed Tiberius Gracchus who was moderately weakening the condition of the republic and we consuls put up with Cataline desiring to destroy our wold by means of massacre and arson? For too often I do not mention that ancient affair, the fact that, by means of his own hand, Gaius Servilius Ahala killed Spurius Malius as he was pursuing revolution.

There was at one time such virtue in this republic that brave men restrained a destructive citizen with fiercer punishments than the most grievous enemy of the state. We hold a decree of the senate, strong and heavy, against you Cataline; the policy does not fail the republic, and neither does the authority of this body. We, I say openly, we consuls fail the republic.
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This is just kissing the beginning of the speech, and it's a fine stopping point for the time being. I believe it's difficult for us to truly appreciate what is was like to hear something of this caliber in a prestigious political hearing; it takes balls of tungsten carbide to do this. Cicero lived in trouble times, political tables turned quickly and it wasn't rare to find oneself at the business end of a blade for lesser things. Cicero alludes to this fear as he's speaking, noting important people who have been killed for lesser things. Also, according to Cicero, Cataline is trying to destroy the world and yet he lives! "Vivit?" "He lives?" 

It's worth nothing that Cicero met his end on a political proscription list and his head and hands (the orator's prime tools) were nailed to the rostra (= think podium) in the Roman Forum.

How far invectives have been diluted these days, not so much in visibility, but in intelligent gravity. I refuse to accept that Perez Hilton can even call his personality one of declamation in any sense of the word; if you're relying on a personality and a character edifice to begin with then it's fair to say that rhetoric is riding bitch seat in the toolset. What an experience it must have been to deliver and aurally imbibe the invectives from world authorities of speech and rhetoric, authorities who still stand as pillars in our understanding of persuasive diction.

Anyways I bring to an end this wall of text with two pictures, references, one historical and one popular culture.

Cicero on the floor, Cataline in the corner. (Who says no one puts "baby in the corner"?)...
By Cesare Maccari

"It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything"

Make revolution, not war.
Make soap.

Random Latin: An Aesop's Latin Fable translation by David Deardorff

I'm not certain why I feel inclined to post a Latin translation, and perhaps it would have been more interesting if I had done this when I was translating the Aeneid last year but I'll post this anyway because it's a common moral story we are all bound to have heard in some shape or form. These fables are actually more Greek in origin, but were translated into Latin sometime during early C.E. I believe. This version is an iteration up through the times (Barlow), with modern punctuation and the like (Gibbs).

At some point I may post some original Latin Horace or Virgil poetry with personal commentary.

Note: I tried to stay close to the Latin and used Aesop's Fable commentary by Laura Gibbs and the Lewis & Short's Latin Dictionary.

"De Mure Urbano et Mure Rustico

Mus Rusticus, videns Urbanum Murem rus deambulantem, invitat ad cenam depromitque omne penum, ut tanti hospitis expleat lautitiam. Urbanus Mus ruris damnat inopiam urbisque copiam laudat, secumque in urbem ducit Rusticum. Qui, inter epulandum attonitus insolitis clamoribus, cum intellexerat periculum quotidianum esse, dixit Urbano Muri "Tuae dapes plus fellis quam mellis habent. Malo securus esse cum mea inopia quam dives esse cum tua anxietate"

About the Urban(city) Mouse and the Rustic(country) Mouse

The Country Mouse, seeing the City Mouse walking around the country, invites (him) to dinner and brings out all the provisions so that he may satisfy the elegance of such a guest. The City Mouse condemns the poverty of the country and praises the abundance of the city, and he leads the Country Mouse with him into the city. When the Country Mouse, having been dazed by the unaccustomed shouting while feasting, had realized that there is danger everyday, he said to the City Mouse "Your feasts have more bile than honey. I prefer to be untroubled with my poverty than rich with your anxiety"

Morals opined by me:

1) Mice existed in antiquity. (Most important)
2) It's not all bad to eat porridge and drink gritty wine in serenity, for what you lack in metal you may gain in personal sanctuary.



You may preview this, and other Aesop's Latin Fables at Google Book: Aesop's Fables in Latin: Ancient Wit and Wisdom from the Animal Kingdom (By Laura Gibbs)