I posted this on the B3 forum and a couple people asked me to repost it here for everyone... little something I threw together when someone asked "Who's this Jamil guy anyway?" or some such...
All hail Pope Jamil! Pope... pope... pope... pope...
Jamil is our shepherd, we shall not want.
He maketh me to ferment with ample yeasties.
He leadeth me beside sweet wort.
He restoreth my beer.
He leadeth me in the paths of fermentation for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of infection, I will fear no bacteria: for thou art with me; thy starters and thy aeration they comfort me.
Thou preparest a conical before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with beer; my cup runneth over.
Surely bitters and milds shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the beer for ever.
(ok, I'm going to hell for sure now... lots of hail marys and our fathers in my future I think)
-- Gary F.
