Some short stories to begin a short week. We Canadians mostly have a 4 day weekend coming up for Good Friday, Passover, Easter and Easter Monday. I think the last of the four is to make up for the rest. Or maybe it's the day for the non-believers thrown into the Judeo-Christian mix. Lew will be all a-cantoring as usual during Holy Week. He told us about that back in 2007. Sounds like a great tradition even it it shakes the precepts of we dour Scots Presbyterians. There's also some Easter beers out there if you can find them. But I have a few Rochefort 8's like Lew mentioned in the stash. That'll do nicely.

♦ Interesting article in the Toronto Star about the Saloon League, a private beer drinkers' club. And a bit of a rebutting reply by beer blogger Mike Warner. I am just cheesed that I have never been invited... but I live too far to go anyway.

♦ I understand that in Cornwall "Boak 'n' Bailey" refers to navel gazing. Or it will soon if these two keep at this habit of theirs of asking questions and making people think. It is all in a good cause this week as the question of whether beer blogs matter neatly flows into the question posed by this month's edition of The Session, entitled "What Drives Beer Bloggers?" Watch for posts on that theme starting this Friday.

♦ Something also to watch for this week is baseball. Captain Lawrence's new post in the series "Notes From the Tasting Room" covers the baseball talk around their tasting room last Saturday. My baseball season has been boosted by the call to sign up for MLB.TV on line. A zillion games and many more times that broadcasts. But it can't match a beer at the ballpark.

♦ Stan wrote this tweet which linked to this article which reminded me of this post (and this one, too) which I recalled with this tweet which pretty much sums up my feelings about these things.

♦ One more thought from a tweet. If beer cocktails were really all that earth shaking an innovation, will brewers start making "for mix only" beers to suit the market?

That is all for now. I am in hot pursuit of some beer related crockery on the internets. Eyeing some swanky tea, too. Can't tarry. Who knows what number of retired millionaire grannies with a fetish for Wedgwood and oolong I am up against?