Jane W. Stebbins's blog

In our house, there are shared spaces, and then there are spaces that have been claimed, either expressly or by implication, by one resident or another.  For example: my office (mine), Scott's office (Scott's), the living room couch (Maggie's) or Scott's Armchair (Buster's).  I consider the kitchen to be largely mine, by virtue of the amount of time I spend in there puttering, cooking and avoiding homework.  There is a doorway between the kitchen and Scott's office that has been doorless since we moved in. 

A blog by Jane Stebbins, 3L

How to Make Ginger Beer

One of my younger brothers recently sent me an email with the statement, "Procrastination is a spurious form of immortality because it is the ego’s way of claiming that it has all the time in the world."  I'm not sure if he got it somewhere else or made it up, so I'll just credit it to Duke Stebbins.

A blog by Jane Stebbins, 3L

To Secondary, or Not To Secondary, and Is There Really a Question?

It's possible that if I keep stinking up the house with boiling hops, Scott will decide to buy me one of those outdoor gas boiler jobbies all the beer brew guys on youtube have.   Until then, the house will smell like green beer for several days after brewing, and I will hope it dissipates sufficiently before drinkin' time that I'm able to enjoy my tasty home made beverage without being reminded of the fumes.

Foaming primary, of which Buster approves (now that it's stopped singing)

In short, peeyew. 

A blog by Jane Stebbins, 3L

Another Year, Another Beer

This will be my third full scale brewing attempt. (not counting easy home cider brewing with a pop bottle and grocery store cider) For the first experience and a little Shakespeare, go here.

For this batch, I finally had an excuse to stop by Ale Yeah, the newest addition to the Decatur beer culture.  (Between that, the Decatur Beer Festival, and Wild Heaven Brewery, we're becoming pretty awesome up in here.)  Unfortunately, they don't have much in the way of gear besides the beginners kit.  Since I have some of the equipment already, I didn't need the full kit; just a fermenter and bottling bucket.  (I've decided that since I already forked over for the humongous kettle last year, I might as well buck up, get the fermenter, and stop bothering Jason every time I want to make something myself.) 

A blog by Jane Stebbins, 3L

The Lawyer Mill Veneer

I remember surveying the  3L class when I came in as a 1L with a certain feeling of smug superiority.  My God, they looked uptight.  Even the people out on the stairs smoking wore suits, heels, and perfect hair.   I considered my own class and decided we were much, much cooler.

Ah, naivete.

A blog by Jane Stebbins, 3L

How To Just. . .Keep. . .Swimming

The final semester begins.  Last semester was, frankly, a big suck.  No sugar coating it.  In addition to school, overcommitting, and whatever senioritis translates into in your third year of law school, the Jane and Scott family pack was painfully diminished.  Rox followed Pogo pretty quickly, leaving poor miss Maggie with no one to play with but two heartbroken humans; one with a job, and one with finals. 

Boy, do I not know how I did on my finals. . .