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More musings on perception and context.
My favorite American novel ever since I was a kid has been “Winter of Our Discontent“, John Steinbeck’s riveting study of American morals and values. I love the main character’s (Ethan Hawley) attempt, not to avoid a quagmire, but to wallow in one and worry about the damage later. I’ve marveled and pondered on nearly…
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An ode to vintage.
We’ve been at this Finger Lakes wine thing for almost exactly ten years. Not coincidently, we spent our honeymoon on Seneca those same ten years ago. We had decided we liked drinking wine together, enough to know we wanted more experience, but we were mostly like buoys lost at sea, bouncing from one wine festival…
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Two Days With Tito.
So it’s hurry, hurry.Step right up,It’s a matter of life or death.The sun’s going down and the moon is just holding it’s breath. – John Prine. “Mexican Home” I’ve spent a lot of time in the last few years contemplating mortality and my place in the scheme of things. I don’t find this particularly depressing,…
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Picking Marquette.
By Amy Smith The Finger Lakes wine community is often celebrated for its collegiality, with winemakers and growers acting as sounding boards for one another, helping each other learn and grow. One of the things that is less talked about is how helpful, patient and instructive the community can be with novice visitors. When Jerry…
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A Mighty Fine Wine.
1994 McGregor Vineyards Blaganta Ubhal Fion, Methode Champenoise Apple Wine. Some of you may have noticed that I tend to go on a bit about… well, about everything really, but right now I’m talking about wine. More to the point, fine wine, and what that term even means. I’ve been accused, possibly accurately, of being…
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0152: More Thoughts From the Insomniac.
Middle of the night and I’m awake and… hungry. Don’t get me wrong, I’m hungry a lot, midnight or midday, it’s all the same. This is more than just a mere twinge of peckish, though, this is actionable hunger. That left over enchilada is calling a clear tune, eat me, Jerry, eat me. And even…
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Whose Side Are You On Anyway?
There’s a bit of a divisive nature in humans. I’m sure you’ve noticed. From birth it seems, were taught to form into groups, into camps, into tribes. I got my biggest glimpse of this in the navy. I was a nuclear trained electrician on submarines so, let me count the tribes; to the other branches…
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Mutterings From the Opioid Den.
(I apologize for asking you to read for ten minutes without pictures. Technical difficulties. ) I’m laying here on the couch, mildly stoned on OxyContin and, blissfully, nearly pain free. Seems like a good time to write. I wrote those two lines, and not much else, five days ago. This is the third time I’ve…
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11:27 Surgical Blues
This is set to post as they wheel me into surgery. I apologize for using the blog about (mostly) non wine related stuff, but it’s the only platform I have, this shit’s way too long for Facebook. Maybe if any of you make it through the whole read, I’ll be in recovery when you finish.…
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The Forest From The Trees.
I’m way into context these days, I guess I always have been. Maps fascinate me, especially topographical and relief maps. I have a very difficult time gaining the lay of the land while walking an unknown path. Put a map of the area in front of me and the story changes, and once I have…