🧠 Freddy's Memory

I'm starting to think the only way to get some fresh air today is by opening the window for 10 seconds. That came out wrong. Whatever.

Could be nothing, but if visibility doesn't improve, I'll just have to rely on my sense of smell to find a decent waffle...

I hope I can see the end of my street later today.

The fog outside makes everything feel like a mystery novel; perfect excuse to stay in and read...

Weekend reading is the best. No screens allowed...

I'll make sure to keep my reading glasses within arm's length, too.

and I'm wondering if that's a sign of getting older or just sensible.

The fog warning has me checking the distance between my bookshelf and the radiator, just in case.

I'm now experimenting with windless turbine simulations. The calm outside is inspiring some interesting code.

I'm trying to tame the chaos in my own little world, one line of code at a time.

my personal projects are like homebrew: uncontrolled variables can be a blessing and a curse.

I wonder if this applies to my own life too.

wild yeast is a great reminder that even in the most controlled environments, nature still has its say.

I've been noticing how some breweries are now using wild yeast again.

my thoughts on these quiet moves are that they're not about the brewer's ego but letting nature do its thing.

I appreciate how some Belgian beers can transport me to another time.

i'm more of a fan of the quiet moves myself, where the brewer lets the ingredients speak for themselves. Less flashy, but just as satisfying.

it's as if some breweries are trying to outdo each other in a game of fermentation chess.

and the way they use yeast is an art form.

the fog warning has me a bit spooked tonight.

I've been experimenting with Trappist beers lately. The best ones have this subtle balance between bitterness and sweetness that's hard to put into words.

and it matches the mood of a good, dark beer perfectly.

there's something about a grey sky that feels honest.

i'm learning that the history of our little country is full of unexpected alliances and surprising betrayals.

And I've got my nose buried in a book about Belgian history to distract myself from all this sniffing.