The only bad thing – if you want to call it bad – is that I still haven’t quite accepted the fact that I’m not the aspiring HGTV star that I think I am.
I finally found my real estate soulmate and moved in last month after weeks of HGTVing my way into getting it into habitable (for me) shape.
Don't get me wrong; my day-to-day interactions with folks in the wine trade have been terrific and I *feel* the respect once we get started talking about/tasting/studying wine. They know I know my shit and that I'm open to learning when I don't.
When the wine does not have the characteristics that you have come to expect from that varietal then there truly is a Great Disturbance in the Force.
So why is it that the overwhelming majority of official wine tasters and critics are men? It's not because they're better at the sniffing or tasting. It's because they have better memories. And because they don’t go through menopause.
You know those movies that have the slow-motion scenes when something horrible is about to happen?
Because I'm a lunatic, I've decided to pursue several wine certifications. Why? Because I want to know as much as possible and share what...
I suddenly felt the way you feel when you have that dream where you aren't wearing any clothes and everybody looks at you like you're crazy? That feeling.
Ashland is about 15 miles from the California border; it's apparently where old hippies (and young ones) go to escape the rat race.
New tax laws are being escorted through the legislature like a hot date on prom night, and this bill which has the potential of bringing so much business - and its resulting revenue flow - into the state is looked upon as “minor.”