4:22p. Home from a nice Sonoma Valley lunch, a little Enkidu tasting. Watching “The Wizard of Oz,” as Alice and I saw “Wicked” just a few weeks ago. Utilizing analytical movements, I see more, just as I did with the play. Such a masterwork, this film. Sipping a Racer, relaxing, rebuilt from my earlier turmoil. Credit goes to Ms. Alice. How does my magical wife tie me in such wonderment? This film, all its fantastic and otherworldly notes, like an unmirrored blend only produced once.
This fortune teller, Professor Marvel: scamster with admirable ingredients. Interesting. Would love to teach a class on this film, or a class on the components of the capricious, and how the wine world itself douses in the very same, how we in the world of wine, writing about it, walk with imaginative prints. Following the thoughts...
The Scarecrow just said to Dorothy, “But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don’t they?” Dorothy replies, “Yes, I guess you’re right.” How relevant, especially when you consider these pundits, my students, humans universally. Transcendent and luminous, these scenes. “Oh no, I just keep picking it up and putting it back in again!” Sounds like me, with entries old and current. Wondering how much of a brain I have, anyone has.
On with the film, the journey for remedy, panacea, unfolds. Peril, like the inclement weather to grapes, faces my dear characters. No lion, yet. No tigers, bears. Oh wow.
Glad I visited my old friends at Enkidu. Such consistent bottles, especially the Sauvignon Blanc. Smooth, creamy, deliciously different.
In the Mise-en-Scen, Mr. Lion. Wish I was teaching my course, instead of this puny comp and developmental nonsense. 31, and I’m on my road. Where it leads, no knowing.
Down the tunnel. Where’s that hoax of an augurer? Pay no attention to the Irish kid behind the computer screen. Love how this film mocks academia, “Doctor of thinkology.”
(Saturday 5/29/2010)
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Birthday Response: Confused Cabernet Character
Me, the calm Cab, doesn’t know what to make of this day. My inner tannic tenacity, stale. Can’t figure out why. Putting on music...
Finally falling into what one could call life. In reading the latest of one of my go-to wine newsstand selections, I eye some reasonably-rated and ticketed Cabernets. Tonight, as it is my “special day,” whatever that’s meant to courier, I will self-activate in activities that I envision for the remainder of these days, not just the “special” ones. Taking a little business bustle to the Alexander Valley, the Wednesday that approaches. This afternoon, what to do...Some tasting here in the valley perhaps? Visit some old friends? Enkidu, Ty, Muscardini, my buddy Kaz? The whole day, mine. Temperament, now quite colorful, no more sour strokes.
(Saturday 5/29/2010)
Finally falling into what one could call life. In reading the latest of one of my go-to wine newsstand selections, I eye some reasonably-rated and ticketed Cabernets. Tonight, as it is my “special day,” whatever that’s meant to courier, I will self-activate in activities that I envision for the remainder of these days, not just the “special” ones. Taking a little business bustle to the Alexander Valley, the Wednesday that approaches. This afternoon, what to do...Some tasting here in the valley perhaps? Visit some old friends? Enkidu, Ty, Muscardini, my buddy Kaz? The whole day, mine. Temperament, now quite colorful, no more sour strokes.
(Saturday 5/29/2010)
Friday, May 28, 2010
Review of Gann Family Cellars, 2007 Malbec, Alexander Valley, Sonoma County
A certain syrupy seduction. Fantastic color, which appeared to slightly darken, or blossom, the longer it napped in the bowl of my glass. Coquettish chords of dark cherry, tobacco, spice, and maple stroke senses. Tannins: tamed, agreeable, purring lionesses. The finish, a rich summation, and continuation, of this poetically quixotic meeting.
Upon sips three, four, and more, I’m spellbound by the touch of this wine, the way her notes approach gently, assure pleasure. Leaning into this cushion, I marvel at its posture, the errorless essence of her ethereal elements. Sip again, to reconnect. Reassured. Oenological witchcraft. Loving the spell which secures and cures me.
(Friday 5/28/2010)
Upon sips three, four, and more, I’m spellbound by the touch of this wine, the way her notes approach gently, assure pleasure. Leaning into this cushion, I marvel at its posture, the errorless essence of her ethereal elements. Sip again, to reconnect. Reassured. Oenological witchcraft. Loving the spell which secures and cures me.
(Friday 5/28/2010)
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Cellars of Sonoma, Indubitable Reflection
Scott, Mike, proprietors and steerers of the Railroad Square gem, offer what we all should seek in not just hospitality, but human interaction. They offer conversation, an occasion, life through unbelievably composed wines. We did the interview tonight, but the sound quality was inexplicably impaired. Take 2, next Tuesday. Did some tasting following the interview. Again, muted by each pour’s quality, inspired. Relaxed, with pour and dialogue. What trumps such?
My reflection self-predicates on their belief in me, and in their operation, their encompassing passion, solemnity. I, truthfully, don’t believe in the existence and concept of perfection. But this magnificent morsel on the square, carries with itself a reality I would apply in perfection’s stead. Go visit them, SOON!
Scott and Mike: Thanks for the support and incomparable libations, hospitality. See you next Tuesday! Salut’!
(Tuesday 5/25/2010)
My reflection self-predicates on their belief in me, and in their operation, their encompassing passion, solemnity. I, truthfully, don’t believe in the existence and concept of perfection. But this magnificent morsel on the square, carries with itself a reality I would apply in perfection’s stead. Go visit them, SOON!
Scott and Mike: Thanks for the support and incomparable libations, hospitality. See you next Tuesday! Salut’!
(Tuesday 5/25/2010)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Against Linearity; The Fence Never Scaring Me
My genre involves the tangential. I embrace it now. Writers get too consumed by the end product and lose handle on the reality that be, the Now, the process. If these bite-sized contributions to the log are just that, reactionary beats, then I have sipped ascendancy. Ultimate appreciation of the Now, my genre. The Now, my genre. Me, my genre. What’s more applaudable, a novel every three years, or a stream of scribbles, in a terrain of multitudinous themes? I truly don’t know, I’m posing such to you, reader. Either way, if there be a fence, or block, I’m not with it concerned, consumed.
Came to this suit in the Room yesterday, just before colliding with a club member. Won’t let that tear this triumphant tangent. Cubism, a swarm of gems to the line, lines. What do I do with mine? Time for the Room. Not that interested in my shift. Not one spec of enthusiasm gallops in my circuitry. Closing the laptop. Where are my keys? More interest in the sitting.
(Monday 5/24/2010)
Came to this suit in the Room yesterday, just before colliding with a club member. Won’t let that tear this triumphant tangent. Cubism, a swarm of gems to the line, lines. What do I do with mine? Time for the Room. Not that interested in my shift. Not one spec of enthusiasm gallops in my circuitry. Closing the laptop. Where are my keys? More interest in the sitting.
(Monday 5/24/2010)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Thinking...
About this new project. How do I go into it? Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just plunge. Always worked for me before, kind of. My first assignment, tonight, here in my habitation, a KAZ Alicante Bouchet. Purpose, to detect notes, determine character. I already know it’s good. Opened the bottle last night, and tasted it several times before that.
Kelly, my character, and this wine exodus, an avenue to explore. This mission will be fiction and non-fiction, and a nebulous hybrid of the two, and perhaps more. Fun, frightening.
Beer and wine. Yes, you can have both. What’s the adage, “It takes a lot of beer to make good wine,” or something of that octave. I sip a Bear Republic “Red Rocket Ale” as I’m situated here, in the study, storming with my brainstorming’s storming. Wine, and Us: vinoLit.
(Saturday 5/22/2010)
Kelly, my character, and this wine exodus, an avenue to explore. This mission will be fiction and non-fiction, and a nebulous hybrid of the two, and perhaps more. Fun, frightening.
Beer and wine. Yes, you can have both. What’s the adage, “It takes a lot of beer to make good wine,” or something of that octave. I sip a Bear Republic “Red Rocket Ale” as I’m situated here, in the study, storming with my brainstorming’s storming. Wine, and Us: vinoLit.
(Saturday 5/22/2010)
Reflection: Exploring the Fermented Dimension
Was just watching “World News” with Diane Sawyer. A segment on an Amazon explorer by the name of Ed Stafford rattled my cognition to composition. His passion is humbling, his curiosity moving. He doesn’t cower when confronted by peril, he just keeps walking, blogging, logging his experience and circumstances. I thought, “I should do the same with this area, the wine world.” Now, mine isn’t nearly as profound, but it can be enlightening in its own right, and fun for me as the one “exploring.” The wine life and world by me will be dissected, traversed and appreciated in all dimensions. Everything from production to, of course, the Room itself, to the visitor’s perspective, to the land’s layout, to the merchandise and, even more importantly, the Wine. Need to temper this fervor, emotion and motion. What an idea. A project, a book, several books perhaps. Each day, moment, each Now, confined to the page. No multimedia or networking, disingenuous schmoozing. Just the log, writing, what explorers hundreds of years ago utilized, pen and paper. Let’s see where this leads the overcharged Me...
(Friday 5/21/2010)
(Friday 5/21/2010)
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