Saturday, whilst garage saling in my old 'hood (the best finds were an astonishly ripe large tomato (more below), and one copy of The aMAZEing Labyrinth missing a few tiles), I got a call from an old friend who we had planning to meet out at the Bugjar while a third old friend's band. We agreed to meet at the Winton Road Distillery with an other old friend for dinner.
I had fish tacos (spicy tilapia), a pint of Victory Hop Devil and later a pint of 250th anniversary Guinness and caught up with old friends. The other just put his mom in a nursing home for Alzheimer's, that sucks.
The other old friend has a brother nearby, who isn't too much help, he spends most of his time doing SCA things. I recall we even thought him an odd duck in high school, I guess the heierarchy of dorkdom back then rated Car Wars, Traveller and D&D players above SCA types (who also played D&D and Traveller).
Then, the bugjar for an hour long set of 40 Rod Lightning playing country, including a countrified version of Helter Skelter and Aces of Spades (the other friend wrt nursing home just got an Ace of Spades tat, his first). I had a Rorhbach's Scotch Ale.
Finally, home in bed by midnight,
Sunday was another lazy day, we made it to the Rochester Public market, I found an unopened copy of Brick for $2, and we had a big plate of rice, beans and pork at the empanada stop. Then, we went to a street sale on the aptly named Summit Drive. Cynical old me was expecting Summit Drive to maybe have a summit within sight, if you looked between the pine tree and Dutch Colonial house. Nope, it appeared to be an actual summit, two dead end streets on the top of a glacial hill. It looked like a very nice street, about two houses from the Rochester city line, though the divinity school was at the one end of the dead end, and you know what they say about seminarians. Anyhow, in addition to a Funke book that thirteen is reading, I found a second copy of The aMAZEing Labyrinth, also missing a few tiles and cards. Together, I have one complete set, with spares.
Later Sunday I made the best BLT, ever! The bacon didn't look as fresh as it could, but it was still weeks before it's due date, and really, it's bacon. I went a little heavy on the mayo, found some leafy stuff in the garden that counted as lettuce but boy, it was that tomato, big enough so that one tasty, juicy pulpy slice covered the bread.
We got a play in of The A-Maze-ing Labrythine Monday afternoon, eight year old prefers Enchanted Forest, thirteen year old wants to play Scotland Yard. We did get our $2.25 out of it.
We have new neighbors, they have a Basenji, and perhaps part time kid[s]. I saw the mom carry a toddler to her car one morning. They have Grateful Dead stickers on their car, but then so do many late 20 early 30 years old in our neighborhood.
This weekend's reading was Jepoardy themed, though I haven't finished that DFW collection. It's books that end in "o".
What is Zero, a non-fiction book about World War II in the Pacific, from the perspectives of two Japanese, Jiro Horikoshi, designer of the Mitsubishi A6M Zero, and Masatake Okumiya, aircraft carrier staff officer in which they say the Zero was the most important weapon of the Pacific theater, prior to 1942 it was the best fighter in the Pacific Theater, it gave the Japanese air superiority that allowed them to conquer all they conquered. By 1942, new tactics and the P-38, F6F Hellcat and F4U Corsair ended that dominance.
It's from their perspective, and very interesting. They claim the Japanese lost because they didn't understand total war, logistics, and the amount of resources the US and the Commonwealth could bring to bear. Additionally they didn't work fast enough on a successor to the Zero, said the F6F Hellcat was designed with major input from the Aleutian Zero (not true).
Highly recommended. Now I have to go through my emails with Japanese correspondents, and see if there are any common names. Then again, I don't know if can write well enough to express my abysmal ignorance of Japanese culture, my rudeness at asking about honored ancestors, my unworthy curiousity, and my dismay that two such great cultures had to clash.
What is JJingo, another Watch novel, with more Vetinari, Colon and Nobbs than usual, and less Carrot and Angua. An island appears in the Circular Sea between Klatch and Ankh-Morpork, a Klatchian Ambassador is shot, bringing the two to the brink of war.
In other media news, I rewatched Brick one night, including the deleted scenes. It's still great.
In political news, I'm pretty happy with my Tercel (42 mpg ) and Windstar, so I wasn't interested in Cash for Clunkers. However, the rips in our leather couch keep getting bigger, how about Cash for Couches to stimulate the hurting furniture industry?
In weekend news, not much planned. I have to sign up eight year old for swimming, and we may go to Buffalo on Saturday.
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