
Some new brands from France:
Courtesy of my good friend Chad (thanks, Chad), I've been watching the new Dr. Who series from England. I wasn't that impressed with the pilot, "Rose", but since then I've warmed up to it quite a bit. I've seen one about the end of the Earth, the dead rising up, aliens in London and then the Dalek. I think the Dalek was a little overplayed--but fun, none-the-less. Ruby loves them, and she has a lot of good questions--is the Dalek good? Is the Dr. bad? The Dr. has definitely done some questionable things--seems this personality is radically different than the previous 8--but I don't know how this "timewar" changed him. I'm looking forward to the rest of the series though.
Another beautiful day in the Napa Valley. Had a nice meeting outside
This article out of Rochester might be a tad confusing--definitly don't want consumers to believe that there is still lead in wine capsules.
Family went canoing with Emily and Wayne and her dad at Indian Valley Reservoir. Great place, about an hour away. Beautiful scenery, not too many people, clean water--perfect place to screw around in the boat. August had a blast, he loves the water, he could sit there at the edge forever, just picking up one rock after the next. Ruby loves it too, the water wasn't too cold or too warm--I'm sure it'll get hotter there as the summer progresses (and we move out of this weird cold spell in June), and it'll be nice to dive in. I'll have a couple of pictures to post tomorrow morning.
I thought I'd be able to write a review of Howl's Moving Castle--I went to see it with the family on Friday night--but I ended up really only catching about 30 min.'s of it--partly due to one horrible baby and one stupid self. The movie didn't start to 9:30--way past August's bedtime--so he should sleep easily through the movie. Hah. He doesn't sleep--he starts to fuss, I take him out for a bit, the Jen comes and takes turns with me, then she comes back, think he has calmed down--hah, again. So I take him out then gently sing him to sleep while walking around the outside of the Rialto theater. I bring him in, he wakes us and starts to fuss. Then Jen takes him. I let her watch him for a while, but then I go looking for them, she is out in the little theater cafe playing with him--he is wide awake--it is now 10:30. Jen gives up, says she'll go lay down in the car with him, can I go get her the keys. One problem, even though I drove to the theater using her keys, I had switched sets because mine had a beer opener and I wanted to take a beer in with me (don't tell anyone). But, of course, I had taken my copy of the car key off last week for some reason and hadn't put it back on--so we were effectively locked out of the car. I took August, called the roadside assistance and waited for the truck to come--it got there at 11:10, I went back into the theater about 11:25 and caught the last 15 minutes. What I saw looked really good though.
Interesting article, discusses an issue I've faced w/ cans, luckily never really had to deal w/ bottled product this way--turn over too much usually. But, does most wine have a best-buy date? I don't want to think about any 2001 Diamond Chardonnay that might be stuck in the bargain bin at Sam's Liquor and Guns in Fargo, ND--would adding a sell by date to a bottle help it turn over--or at least come back to us before it ruins a sale? I don't know. I think people buy wine w/ the expectation of drinking it that night, or within a week or so--but, wine still has the possibility of lasting longer--makes it more mysterious--unlike everything else we buy that degrades w/ age--wine improves--or so the average consumer thinks--I'd hate to put anything on our labels that suggest otherwise.
Have a special feature every day?
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Can't quite see it in this picture, but the rain is still raining in Napa, in June. Very unusual. Last time this happened was in 1998, that was my first spring/summer in Northern California and I remember that it seemed like it was never going to stop raining (that was off of a hard El Nino year). This year is more mild than that--and I actually don't mind it--I just have to stop leaving things outside that I don't want to get wet, like the weed whacker, baby stroller, books, blankets, etc. (Shot take on Hwy 175 outside of Middletown.)
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Jen's not feeling well, having a real hard time breathing--hopefully nothing to serious but have Dr.'s appointment on Friday.
Time to finish up wasting time online. Time to waste time reading a sci-fi novel about time travel (Timeships).
Getting ready to leave work and the Dr.'s still haven't looked at the bird. The nurse said it is just "relaxing" in the box I brought it in in. I don't know too many hawks, but I don't think they normally just relax in a box after work.
...still waiting to hear about the hawk. It is alive but the Dr.'s haven't looked at it yet (now 3:00 pm), glad I rushed it to them.
Privacy against intrusion is the biggest concern right now, but is privacy a good thing? Is privacy just a form of shame? Does a person's "right" to privacy override my right to know/record my experiences? If digitally recording my life is just an extension of my mind--or a more accessible/shareable/indexable form of memory-can it be made illegal?
Driving in this morning I hit a hawk, probably a red tail, with my truck. The damn thing just swooped down to the right, passing over me, then came back low over the road, probably to catch something, and my grill winged it good. I stopped right after and ran back to take a look. It was flopping on the side of the road, stunned. I grabbed some gloves out of the truck, picked it up then wrapped it up in a towel. It didn't move at all during the next 1/2 hour drive into work. I found out who took care of injured birds in Napa and brought it in--I'll call in a bit to see if it is OK--I hit it hard, though, I must have been going at least 40-50 MPH.

Quick blog before I finish getting ready for work...running a little late if I want to do dishes (but who really wants to do dishes?). Last night, after canoeing at Lake Berryesea (sp?), Emily, Wayne and the kids came by to have dinner. Jen fixed some great tuna and from what I hear, steak.

Oh, no! Ruby's head is getting bigger by the moment!
Stand back, it's about to blow!

Sunday trip to the dump w/ Ruby. Ruby and I have been to the dump dozens of times now, I hope that this will be sort-of-special memory for her. We have a lot of good conversations. About life, death, good, evil and faeries.
And maybe someday we can go to the dump together when she buys her first house and needs help with it.
...of cleaning and laying in the sun at Anderson's Springs. I had to coerce Ruby to play with Mckenna and Mckayla because they were playing in the "baby pool."
...or to blog for the matter (is to blog a different action than writing or saying something? Does it, because of its intrinsic form of publishing, deserve to be in the same class and our basic verbs?).
Got to brag a bit, we are number 8.
Just ate at the Grill (veggie burger) and then had my cholesterol checked--higher than last year: 212 vs. 170. I'm not too worried, the tests at the health fare have been off before.
I'm not usually a hater, I've watched good and bad episodes of Enterprise w/o complaining, enjoying the character development if not the plot. But the final episode of Enterprise was absolutely the worst one of the series. You have needless death, people acting out of character, the annoying intervention of ST:TNG crew (the show isn't about them--I could have cared less about them) and an ending that was a let down--all this build up to Archer's big speech, and it just fades to black? I mean come on--did they have to kill Trip? What was the fucking point of that? Archer finally learned that exploring space has a price--he didn't learn that earlier? And could Riker and Troi be any more annoying--Riker's big dilemma--should I lie or not? Hmmm, I wonder what he will do? Oh, the suspense.
And I've got to remember to send Dad his e-ticket. Don't forget, don't forget.
Not that I should be anymore surprised than in years past, I suppose I'm just more sensitive to it now since I've learned more about WWII, but no mention of D-Day in the online news.
New Scientist Breaking News - Mission to build a simulated brain begins: "Mission to build a simulated brain begins"
Jen worked this morning, cooking. I watched the kids. In the afternoon we spent the day at Anderson Springs. Nice and relaxing--maybe I drank to much Sauv Blanc.
Ruby's performance went well, she said her lines smoothly, not forgetting anything. I'm very proud of her.
...good morning to myself.
Don't know what those have in common, just the first four p words that came to mind. The whole blog thing still has me befuddled--private, public--scrawled graffiti on the back of a door that is never shut?