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By lm (Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 06:15:50 PM EST) (all tags)
So I bottled my first batch of wine. After filling the four bottles I had, I still had about 500ml left in the secondary fermentation vessel. It didn't taste like great wine. But it did taste like wine, very reminiscent of the table wine one can buy in the states for about ten bucks for a four liter jug. I suspect that it will improve with time. I may have bottled it too soon. It was a bit bubbly. I hope the bottles don't blow their corks. Now we wait for months and, or years to see  how it turns out.

I also started a batch of mead. Looks easy. And boy does champagne yeast like honey. I started getting bubbles in less than an hour. It took the apple juice four to five hours to start bubbling. The grape juice took twice that.

Mostly unrelated blather follows.



WKRP is back on the air in Cincinnati. Well, sort of, if you count a low power digital only television that took the same call letters as being back on the air.

The Nation has a peak inside the sexual mores of Iran's new generation of well off kids.  I'm not certain whether I find the article more disturbing or encouraging. I'm encouraged because once sex becomes an act of defiance against the state, revolution is in the air. I'm disturbed because I'd rather see regime change in Iran without Tehran becoming a new Babylon.

A friend posted a link on Facebook that led to a blog that led to a blog that ended up pointing to an article at a magazine not yet enlightened enough to put its content up for free and a link to Gary Scott Smith's tome about faith and the presidency. I read Smith's first chapter on George Washington. I thought it was pretty interesting and a welcome change from the polemics that usually surround Washington whom is made into the patron saint of free thinkers and the faithful alike. The conclusion is that Washington said little about what he believed that no one really knows for certain. That is unequivocally the American tradition.

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The liturgy was soft today. I'm not certain what tone it is this week but the music felt like a warm, safe place. It was perfect for a rainy, dreary morning.

And, well, I need a bit of softness in my soul.

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I heard through the grapevine that my sister and her family may be moving to these here parts. If the rumor is correct, my sister has found a permanent job at a hospital in a city to our north and as the county where we live is within driving distance and has very good public schools, she's going to be looking for a place down this way.

On the one  hand, it would be nice to have my nephews close by. On the other hand, blargh.

Of course, this is a 3rd hand rumor. So who knows what the reality is.

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Travel plans for the holidays are starting to fall into place. All our family needs for the perfect storm is for gas prices to keep falling. Good luck with that!

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Friday I finished the first draft of one term paper. It presently sits at 13 pages. One section needs to be expanded a bit. Quite a bit needs to be polished. But I think it's a strong paper with a clear argument. The general take is exploration of how Aristotle can consider a free woman to be free given all the ways he thinks women are inherently lacking. The conclusion is that while a free woman is more free than a slave in the Politics, she can never be as fully free as a man. In a way, that's kind of a shame. But Aristotle, like most thinkers, was a man of his times and couldn't see past his own sexism in several ways.

This leaves two other term papers. One on Kant and one on Aquinas. The Aquinas one should pretty much write itself in the same fashion as my Aristotle paper did. The Kant one will be trickier. I'm contemplating taking Kant's title for the Prolegomena for any Future Metaphysics seriously and trying to build a metaphysics on top of transcendental idealism. But that may be too large of a project for a ten to fifteen page paper.

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My daughters and I watched Napolean Dynamite today while working on a few secret projects. I've not seen it before. It's a decent film. I'm a bit surprised it made as big of a splash as it did. The ending, save for the tetherball bit, bugged me. But that my just be my inner piss and vinegar disposition that gets horked off at most happy endings.

The secret projects are coming along just fine though. The biggest one will almost certainly end in disaster. It will be fun.

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What a coincidence by georgeha (2.00 / 0) #1 Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 06:19:33 PM EST
I have 5 gallons of honey lager wort cooling down in my basement, awaiting some lager yeast.

I liked Napoleon Dynamite, he reminds me of my oldest daughter.




Mead by Gedvondur (2.00 / 0) #2 Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 07:14:46 PM EST
Just remember, mead is a LONG term project.  The mead I just force carbonated and bottled is 21 months old and still a bit "hot".


Remember to slam that stuff away somewhere and forget about it for a year or two.


 

Gedvondur


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I'm planning on it by lm (2.00 / 0) #3 Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 07:17:25 PM EST
The place I got the recipe from had a comment to the effect of it kind of sucking at six months out, being decent a year out and being fantastic even further out.

There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
Cicero, The Republic
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Not entirely true... by atreides (2.00 / 0) #4 Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 09:13:03 PM EST
A friend of mine made Welsh Girl and I a batch (21 bottles) of mead for our wedding and he did it in 6 months and it's so good we drank 12 bottles before she got preggers... It can be done...

He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.
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I don't know what recipe your friend used by lm (2.00 / 0) #6 Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 10:14:32 PM EST
But I suspect that I should heed the commentary of those who have already used the one I did and have lived to tell about it.

Besides, from what I understand, the worst thing that can happen (assuming proper storage, yada, yada, yada) is that a batch that is of excellent quality in 6 months will mature into something far better another year or two down the pike.


There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
Cicero, The Republic
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I understand that. by atreides (2.00 / 0) #7 Mon Dec 01, 2008 at 04:24:40 AM EST
We are storing the last bottles for a time when we might be able to drink them again. Or to give away as the occasional wedding present. Two pretty glasses and a bottle of mead can go a long way for a married couple...

He sails from world to world in a flying tomb, serving gods who eat hope.
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Napoleon Brutal by johnny (2.00 / 0) #5 Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 09:58:59 PM EST
Since we don't get TV at our house (but we watch DVDs), back in those great days when I had and actual job I used to travel on bizniz, and when I did, I would watch TV in the hotel room. That was how I first saw Napoleon Dynomite.

It was on HBO or something that would repeat over the 4 days I was to be on the trip, which was good, since I found the movie much too intense to watch at one viewing.

I think it is an astounding film; courageous I would say. It looks at loser people in loser situations and refuses to avert its eyes to avoid embarrassing (us) the viewers.

The movie aspires to art. It does not only make fun of losers. That would have been merely sadistic. Rather it makes fun of them and makes us (or me, anyway) identify with them.  It is like a fucking zen master of a movie, a discourse on the relationship between suffering and attachment.

I'm thinking of the lunch break at the chicken coop.

Do Scorcesse or Dipalma or Peckenpah or Polanski or Tarantino or any of the other modern masters of brutal modern reality have anything in their entire ouevres as brutal as that scene? Not that I know of. And yet it's totally non-violent. The only violence in it is the violence of the Universe crushing down upon us all.   You may think I'm carrying on, but I'm not. Watching Napoleon Dynamite is like watching a John Waters film without the sadism.

It is bleak, horrible, unrelenting. And yet funny, and at the end, as you say, uplifting.

I think it's an astounding film. But then again, maybe I'm just to much of a literalist.
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