For family day on Saturday we took my little econobox to the museum to see the Titanic Exhibit, figuring parking would suck. The Titanic exhibit was good, if somber. You started with a ticket bearing the name of a passenger (maybe crewmember, too) and solemnly walked past pictures of the Titanic, pictures and stories of the crew and passengers, and artifacts from the ocean floor, kept under thick plastic. Halfway through was the only hands on part of the exhibit, a big chunk of ice. You encouraged to see how long you could hold your hand against it. At the end there was a list of survivors and victims, my ticket was a victim (it was a man, no surprise), Mrs. Ha and the girls' tickets were of survivors. We spent some time enjoying the other exhibits, too. No surprise, we ran into someone we knew at the museum.
Sunday was a lot of housework, sewing and shopping, and Extreme Home Makeover. I finished Mrs. Ha's bodice for the upcoming Ren Faire wedding, only six weeks to go. Mrs. Ha watched a bit of Extreme Home Makeover because it was in Buffalo, on Massachusetts Ave, while I headed down into the basement to attend to my lager. She lived on Mass Ave for a semester, or a year, or something like that. In other trashy TV watching, we got sucked into The Bachelor, and we're still DVR'ing Desperate. Ella was so sweet, why did Jake get rid of her?
Anyhow, I racked off my honey lager, siphoning it from one carboy to another. This is supposed to improve the taste (keeping it away from the precipitated dead yeast which may make it taste metallic) and clarity, it's always fun when you can see through home brew. I reckon I can keg it in two or three more weeks. One of the fun parts about home brewing is tasting the warm, dreggy intermediate steps. With ales, I get a glass of yeasty dregs after kegging, with lager I get another glass of yeasty dregs after racking off. It was warm, flat and tasty.
There's a few months of lager season left. I have the makings for a Czech Pilsner, I may be a Marzen too, and save half of it for October, letting it ferment the summer away. I have an eighth keg of stout I kegged in the fall, it
will be ready for Saint Paddy's day, after we get back from the Ren Faire wedding (we're going to miss the Saint Paddy's day parade).
Anyhow, it was a good weekend.
Last summer I garbage picked, err, kept a bunch of books out of the landfill. One of them was Waller's The Commandos, from 1994.It's about the Green Berets, SEALs, Deltas and the USAF Pave Low helicopter teams. Interesting, worth reading once, dated by 9/11. I suppose it would be good background for Stanton's Horse Soldiers.
In other reading news, I finished Joan Didion's The White Album, a short collections of essays written in the late 1960s and early 1970s, often about California. Recommended if you like reading essays about California in the late 60's and early 70's. It's supposed to be the follow on to Slouching Towards Bethlehem, which I thought I read, but maybe I didn't. If I did read it, I never blogged about it, so I guess it didn't happen.
In final reading news I reread Snow Crash. It's been a while since I read it, I was struck this time by how much of a slashdotty asshole Hiro is.
One night I was randomly searching blogs on blogspot, and was struck by how much the internet has changed. Most of the blogs there were scrapbooking, Singaporean, cute families, Mormom or some combination. Not that there's anything wrong with any of that, but my mental model of the internet still assumes geeky programmer/IT sorts.
Thursday morning Mrs. Ha asked if I wanted an iPad, or a Kindle. I had to tell her no, they're expensive, and it's rare that I buy a new book for myself, the last time was in Nashville in December, prior to that I can't recall. When they get to the point you can buy used ebooks at a thrift store, and the maps are good, I may be interested, until then, no.
A busy weekend planned, volunteering at the school, a playdate and an optometrist appointment on Saturday, swimming and a party for my dad on Sunday.
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