The Making of Wine
So begins a new era in my wine- making career. I found this 5 Gallon baby in Little Italy and carried it on my shoulder the half-hour home. I can think of no way more preferable to return to wine.One young sidewalk couple couldn't believe I would carry such a thing on my shoulder. They literally bent over laughing when I told them my far destination.
I remember walking down a steep mountain path behind an old fellow, carrying a huge sack of olives without ever shifting the load to his other shoulder. Growing up in the country, I feel toting heavy loads or walking good distances is simply a continuation of a life of heavy loads and long distances - not that a glass carboy is heavy.
If you don't experience occasional struggle and overcoming it, how can you know the best things in life?
What do you value?
posted by Bill Pocock at 8:22:00 p.m.
6 Comments:
I value nothing. Wow, that sucks. When I really think about it, I value nothing. I feel compelled to keep doing certin things as a means to maintain my standard of living and the expectations of those who rely on me. But if I had no such restrants, I probably would be ok losing everything I had. I guess that means I value freedom. Maybe it is easy to value something you don't truely have.
J. Gatsby
JG,
I admire the swiftness of your logic.
You progressed from the no values statement to the value of freedom conclusion in a very short space.
Efficient.
AS
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I value friendships. No matter if they are short-lived or long-lost, friends are the only thing I honestly could never live without.
If I was stranded on a hypothetical question, and I could only take one thing with me, I would definitely take a good, entertaining friend.
I'm with you, Kat.
I have an old friend, who started to drink wine, and brandy every chance he got a few years ago.
A would be artist, with a smattering of talent, over the years he has progressed from the 'a little booze, but art is the thing' into 'booze now booze now'...
now he drinks 2 bottles of wine a day... at 14 inches per bottle(my estimate cuz I'm way too fucking lazy to bother measuring a bottle), he now drinks the equivalent in stacked up wine the equivalent of an 85 story building a year...
In other words, every day is party time for him...he goes to Safeway as soon as he's drank his obligatory coffee in the morning, then spends the rest of the day drinking wine, and smoking dope...
this has recently become punctuated with magic mushrooms, and ecstasy...
Which part of this guy's life is a disaster?...
One of the last times i visited him at his place, we went out to visit some fisherman friend of his...a seriously tough cookie, but with a heart of gold...
My friend was pretty well sloshed at 3 in the afternoon, and, as it was a hot day, the booze was coming out in sweat from his pores...
Of course he was unaware of his state, which was being noticed by everyone...
Twice he has given me magic mushrooms, which make me go psychotic, a terrible feeling if you've ever experienced it. Once I was 30 seconds away from possibly beating him half to death, because he was annoying me so much.
Of course, that's MY problem. I worry that, one day, I'm going to wake up or come to in a police cell, only to be told i killed someone the night before.
Jakob Cornelius
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