I admit it. I’ve been having some network trouble at home. There are certain requirements I have for The Perfect Router, and I’ve been rampantly accumulating hardware to try to accomplish these requirements:
I have a stack of seven routers here in the office that haven’t made the grade. I’ve got everything from a WatchGuard Edge router, which is an amazing piece of consumer-expensive hardware, to some off-the-shelf garbage from Linksys.
After I got my hair cut yesterday, I set out for West Chester and a new-ish coworking space, ReworkWC, and then off to the new Suburban Philadelphia WordPress Meetup.
I’ve been a “friend of” Indy Hall for a while, back in the Strawberry Street days. I remember the sweaty afternoon soon after the space opened spent helping Alex assemble the tables with a screwdriver and set them around the floor. There were a couple of movie nights with beer, and quite a few stop-ins before/after a client meeting in the city. But because the Hall is so deep in the city (which is a perfect place for them, no doubt), it was never someplace I could get to regularly or justify paying for every month. So after my first year of membership, I allowed it to lapse; now occasionally paying for a drop-in day when I have business in the city and it’s convenient to have a place to work.
Hello Abby and Riley. You are away this week on vacation with BB, and Mom and I are at home by ourselves for a whole week! You may think that we will have nothing to do while you’re not home, but you are only partially right.
We dropped you off with BB at the airport on Sunday, and you were happy and ready to go on your trip. Mom and I gave you hugs and waved as you went inside, then we drove away. I will admit that as soon as on the drive back down 95 I was sad about the prospect of not having you around. In spite of the insanity that you bring to life at home day-to-day, I still miss you and think about you when you’re away.
"Hey, man, it's good to see you," Jake said as he came through the lobby doors and took Stewart's hand. They exchanged pleasantries as Stuart led him down the hall toward the lab.
"So can you tell me what this is all about?" Jake asked.
Many people I knew were brewing beer, and it seemed like something I wanted to try. For my birthday a couple of years ago, Berta took me to the homebrew store in Downingtown and we brought back a bunch of equipment to make beer. The brewing went pretty well, and in the spring of 2011 I heard of a homebrewing-related event taking place involving some people I knew in Philadelphia, called Beer Camp. We decided to participate, taking a Dunkelweizen of our own to compete against the others. I invited our friend, Ken, to “help” us set up and serve beer out of a vacant lot next to the Jamaican Jerk Hut on South Street with a few other brewers. The event went well, but I think it lost money, possibly due to the high cost of the property rental for the afternoon.
After Beer Camp, Ken and I started talking about bringing such an event back to Chester County, using the Elks lodge as a place to host. We’d keep the same general format as Beer Camp, invite home brewers to share their beer for free, serve a nice dinner to the attendees, play some music, and have a good time sampling the beer. We joined up with our fellow Elk, Troy, and started to plan the Chester County Homebrew Festival.