Hate to admit it but I read What Color is your Parachute. It was a great read but definitely needed to be updated for the 21st century and the non-stop world of technology. Not too many people are searching for a job through the phone book. Like most people, the minute I get it, it goes into the recycling. That is what Google and Yelp are for. The one constant thing when doing all the exercises were I was passionate about traveling, beer and my current job. I had a lot of passions but I had to narrow it down to three. Beer has been a constant since my days in high school. Sure, judge me if you like, but I tried it and hated it just like most of you. Had someone stuck a good beer in my hands I might have been on the craft beer scene a lot sooner. Seriously, a fizzy yellow beer? The worst introduction yet. It wasn't until college that I realized that Corona wasn't really a special occassion beer. My first craft beer was Pyramid Hefewezein. After that I was introduced to Red Hook, Mac and Jack, Henry Weinhard, and a buffet of other northwest beers. I was still a college kid on budget but I knew better. I will still admit that I wasn't thrilled about any IPA beers that were thrown my way. Too bitter for taste. Now, especially when I go on tours and they give you hops to smell I damn near lose it. Never has a smell been so intoxicating to me. It is damn near orgasmic. I see bunnies, rainbows, laughter and shit like that when I smell hops. The title of this blog is hops make my heart sing. Therefore, I will throw in that hops make my sing. When really hops do a lot more than that. I can't be the only one that feels this way. I was just doing a tasting with Red Hare Gangway IPA and I got that fuzzy feeling again with the hops. Is there really anything better?
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