Was going to broadcast tonight. But I need to write, this night. Sonoma County Malbec to the right. Each sip, a wistful whirlwind, winding my ways and days. I’m thinking about a lecture sequence, for responding to wine with literary posture and approach. Would anyone be interested, invigorated? I’d take such a class, at Stanford. I’d teach such. MY dream/s. Can’t let that go. I’m Literary, what can I say?
All this tech around me, here in the office, forces another sip, sips. Moving Malbec, a chant to one’s wiring. This wine is providing lines and signs in and out of mind. Should I attach a pic to this entry? Why should I have to? To accommodate the lazy? This log, where the oenological and belletristic amalgamate. It requires mental vivacity. If one finds that objectionable, they should pass.