Archive for the ‘Personal’ Category
I’ve been thinking about what makes "professional" ever since reading Ryan’s Post and the following comments over at Catavino. Ryan’s query was: "Does it make someone more of a professional if their (wine) reviews are only accessible through payment? Does the exchanging of money make a person’s opinion (what any review by anyone really is) worth more?" I’m not sure if the question is different if it’s applied merely to blogging vs. wine reviewing. I don’t think it is. Nonetheless,…
You’d think that a hedonistic, history buff, with a penchant for travel and consumption like me would be absolutely satisfied with a career in the wine industry. Don’t get me wrong, I am satisfied. But there is always that question, what would you do if you could do it over again? (Of course the corollary question is why CAN’T you do it over again? That’s another blog post)I would do it different. I would become a cheesemonger/cheese importer. I’ve known…
I’ve never had a problem with drinking folk…that should be obvious. Fact is, I think drinking and even drinking to the point of getting that warm glow is probably a pretty nice experience for most people. It’s hard to deny the metabolic effects of alcohol and based on the amount of drinking that goes on people seem to like this effect just as much as I do. But yesterday I ran into a situation that made me NOT appreciate a…
The anniversary of 9/11. I slipped onto FOX News this morning and was told that it is important that we "remember the meaning of this day for the rest of our lives" by some very nice looking, but stern, house-motherish anchor. I grew up in a household where the mother and father both lived through the Depression and where the father fought in WWII and lived through a prison camp experience, a set of circumstances that colored the advice my…
I’ve always been a "Gillette Man", thinking their razors are far better and more effective than the Schick variety. This last Saturday would have been the perfect opportunity to test out my preference. Had I possessed one of each variety, I would have happily tested them on my wrists as I sat through eight hours of Traffic School. My ass and head still ache from sitting on a hard chair for the day as I listened to a middle aged…
