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from the 1st Quarter of the year 2004.
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you lose. Yes, Winos and Winettes, the much ballyhooed wino journal
drawing date has arrived. So I spent my night tearing up little pieces of paper with my
boney little fingers and scribing the names of all those that submitted an
entry into the contest. I
don’t know what else to say, but this was an easy one, no stories, no
signing up for a case of miracle elixir to get entered.
I sipped a glass or two of an Aussie blend of Shiraz and Cabernet
Sauvignon as I tore and wrote. In
a massive scoop, I tumbled the batch into my Phil Simms autographed Giants
helmet and shook it like a Bond Martini.
It actually took me three times to get it mixed and keep scraps of
paper from flying across the room as the bonded witness from Deloitte Touché
sat on the well worn brown leather reading chair in the dingy room on the
third floor. With the official
name drawn and certified by the now drunk bonded witness from Deloitte Touché,
I placed the name next to the keyboard of my Sony Vaio as I sat down to tap
I must say,
the wine was not worthy of the occasion, as I should have celebrated with a
much richer example from down under. But
as this is only hump day, I didn’t want to open a good bottle and have it
sleep on the kitchen counter for the next few nights, only to be offered to
Drainoniese, the Greek Sewer God of Old Wine.
The wine that accompanied this exciting drawing was:
Boonaroo Shiraz-Cabernet $
Not a great one, it was OK for a Weds. night with nothing else to do, but
other than the interesting name, the product delivers little.
hearty Congratulations goes to:
Crap Marie, we are happy that Winette Alice’s name came up; especially
since the oft mentioned T-Rex cloned Wino Paul had recently told me he
stapled a bunch of bar napkins together for Winette Alice to record her
recent tastings. One note to
the Rex man, if I see the wino journal on eBay, I will be sending Uncle Vito
over to visit, if you know what I mean.
to all who sent me emails and we will be doing more exciting things in the
cornerstones, river stones, anti-cyclone rolling stones, preachers from the
East, dethrone the Dictaphone, hit it in the funny bone, that’s where they
expect it least. Well, the dull
ache and thumping finally subsided enough for the small clicking sounds of
my keyboard to be tolerable. Last night’s gathering of twenty has my recycling bin over
flowing with 11 wine, one Johnny Walker Black, an Absolut Vodka and a Magnum
of Dom Perignon glass containers. Every
once in a great while, an alignment of friends from different aspects of our
lives collide in a 9 hour continuous pour of wine and spirits.
One might have thought the neighborhood was celebrating the final
days of the 1892 stone and iron jail in North Caldwell.
Yes, this weekend the long awaited transport of the 1400 incorrigible
young men and woman were routed to their new, freshly painted home of
cements and steel in the heart of Newark.
The Alcatraz of Wessex is closed and the intense process of moving
the inmates had the weekend ripe with law enforcement from all over the
county and the state’s most hi tech helicopter ensuring a happy and safe
pissy attitude, I drive through the road barriers on Saturday to Home
Liquors for selection of several wines to delight my guests.
The white choice was a Big Bob property, Giesen Sauvignon Blanc.
I found out, to my surprise, that New Zealand screwed me.
Yes, the 2003 release now comes with the much ballyhooed screw cap.
Remember winos, the screw cap is not a bad thing, it’s just a
mental perception one must overcome, like my guests, thinking I was serving
reds, I looked for great value and the two I selected are finds in my book.
The Aussie Shiraz is a solid wine I have enjoyed before and knew that
some of the crowd would appreciate. They
seemed pleased. The fun one I
tried was a Cab from the Colchagua Valley in Chile, the up and coming region
that will soon replace Maipo as the Napa of South America.
I was bummed out when one of the four bottles was bad. Yes the
dreaded cork taint. At 2AM, the
wine purchased for the evening was gone and the basement was raided twice to
fuel the conversation till 4AM. One
of the couples is a staunch Democrat volunteer and has been on the Kerry
bandwagon since last summer. It
is funny that a great many of my neighbors are self employed and lean
towards the Republican side of issues.
As the morning birds chirped in the background, the wino ideology
flew back and forth across the kitchen table, fueled by many-a-glass of red.
The beauty of wine is that by the end of the night (morning) we all
hugged and parted as friends, agreeing to disagree about the future of the
USA’s political environment, but in harmony about the future of Chilean
Giesen Sauvignon Blanc $ (8.99)
This is a solid, fun white wine with snappy, crisp citrus and a good
clean finish. I will be
drinking a large quantity of this over the summer.
Santa Laura SA Laura Hartwig Colchagua Valley Cabernet Sauvignon
This is my find of the month, a quality cab with generous amounts of
blackberry, cassis and a hint of chocolate on the finish.
When you want a cab under ten to enjoy with friends, I recommend you
try this one from Chile.
Wyndam Estates Bin 555 Shiraz $
A solid candidate for an enjoyable dark cherry, spice and jammy
flavors. I suggest you take
this to your next bar-b-q.
things crack me up, that I know others are looking at me like I’m a major
asshole, but once a year I drag out the same old joke and it makes me laugh
just as much. A tradition has
developed, I guess, with the Pastor of our church.
Time has rolled around for his annual birthday dinner at Bacchus.
I have no problem with it this year as he has rearranged his schedule
on a very busy Saturday afternoon to bestow a special service for the
celebration of the folk’s 50th anniversary.
Walking into the restaurant last night I was greeted with many, what
in the hell are you doing with a man of the clothe, looks. I quickly tell
them, “It’s my Father’s Birthday.”
At which point the asshole looks flourish, but in the past it equated
to a round of dessert on the house. Pointing
at him and saying it’s my Father’s birthday just makes me laugh, I know
it is sophomoric at best and childish at worst, but its like one of those
lines you wait for.
is a Pinot Grigio fan, I ordered a bottle that the Don Ho-looking Jimmy was
pleased to present to us. Though I only took enough to toast the occasion, I quickly
ordered a Shiraz by the glass to rinse out my mouth. I don’t know what it is about having a black shirt with
contrasting collar (the priest, not me, my shirt and collar were black), but
the service seemed a bit more attentive and the spattering of Monday evening
diners seems a bit friendlier. As
Bacchus is close enough to the parish that my good Father usually bumps into
other sheep in his flock; last night he was the King Pin as 2 of the 4
tables in the room were collection basket contributors. I have to offer a sincere thank you to Ryan, Tony and Jimmy
for the excellent service and evening they afford our party last night.
The Evans and Tate Shiraz, I had before as it is one of a few shiraz
by the glass and the Pinot was Santa Margarita- interestingly enough, the
number one Pinot Grigio in the 2003 Wine and Spirits mag survey.
might as well set me up with a reservation for March 25, 2005, I think I’m
busy on the 23rd.
On a rare
occasion, Sunday is spent with a strong cup of black coffee and the four
pound fireplace starter, the Star Ledger.
Yesterday, the situation arose that allowed me time to sit on a
leather couch in Panera’s on the corner of Bloomfield Ave and Passaic Ave,
with afore mentioned items. Yes,
the same place that Adriana La Cerva sat with her female FBI agent and had
her first conversation about the guilt she is experiencing in the episode 2
rolled out of her internal struggle. Honestly,
I don’t read the entire paper; I grab the sections that most interest me
and leave the rest for the Mag Pies. A section one last article reading dovetailed interestingly
enough with the first article in section 10.
Section 10 was an Opinion piece by Fran Wood, titled “Liberal Radio
Network Takes a Gamble.” Yes,
the much ballyhooed inaugural show to combat successful conservative talk
radio will begin March 31, 2004. A
group of wealthy (yes winos don’t let them fool you, there are tons of
extremely wealthy Democrats, though they do not want you to know that- just
look at who runs Hollywood and all the mega wealthy donors there) put up
tens of millions of dollars to launch a network in hopes of dethroning the
successes of Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly and Matt Drudge.
Hey I thought they already had that network, it’s called NPR.
The radio network is called Air America and its executive director,
Even Cohen, is the brain behind the line up.
Mr. Cohen’s business model was clearly defined in the news article
as, “We expect our business plan and the tens of millions raised to give
us a runway to lose money for a meaningful period of time- and we are
talking years, not months.” Wow,
no wonder Winostuff hasn’t been able to make this site a success, our
philosophy of trying to make money is the wrong formula.
Maybe Mr. Cohen should speak with Wine.com if this thing doesn’t
work out, his business perspective lines up well with theirs.
So, if the
claims of the mass audience pleading with Air America to be the counter to
the right, and with scary talents like the once funny in 1978, ex-SNL writer
Al Franken and the French loving Janeane Garofalo, why aren’t they
preparing to make money? I
can’t wait for Ms. Garofalo’s uplifting opening monologue entitled,
“America Sucks, we should all be French.”
Mr. Franken’s show will be many of his scripted comedy bits with
interspersions of America bashing to lift our hearts and feel good about
ourselves. What, Mr.
Franken’s hot air drivel cannot consume his three hour show, that’s
interesting, not one of the Right Wing successful shows have to take time to
fill the airwaves with comedy bits, no they structure their show with phone
calls and audience participation. Interestingly
enough, the new Air America feels that audience interaction will be minimal
at best as the clamoring left wing audience won’t really have much of a
say, they just will have to listen to the intellect being told to them by
Ms. Garofalo and Mr. Franken. Who
needs interaction with people, you never know but they might bring up a
counterpoint to our purpose and we can’t have any dissenting opinions on
our Air America. We will not be
like those damn conservatives and take heat from opposition, no, we will
just spew vitriol and incendiary comments without challenge.
around to it but the comments in section 1 relates to the Political climate
in France. Yes, Mr. Chirac is
being seriously challenged by the Conservative wing of Parliament.
What, France is looking to get tougher in their Political leanings as
the Spain terror attack has them all thinking differently.
So will the elections next week undercut Ms. Garofalo’s opening
rant about Bad America, shame, shame, and have her scampering for another
left leaning country to admire? Ms.
Garofalo, let me suggest you use Cuba as your model of a Utopian society,
can’t lean more left then Fidel. Oh
yeah, most Cubans are risking their lives to float, swim or paddle their way
to America. Are we ready for
24/7 of how America is a bad place to live?
Interestingly enough, America allows the likes of Ms. Garofola and
Mr. Franken to voice their opposing views without threat of death, no matter
how irrational and vapid they are.
Mr. Darwin? Dead, yes I know
that, but where is his theory that explains the natural order of selection
for human stomach fat? Wino
Wally brought up a very interesting point to me, though I am not an Atkins
devotee, the 36 glasses of wine per day is very intriguing.
So I decided to dust off the old college books about alcohol, I have
explained that in detail in the past so you can search out Wino Bob college
years for the background. One book was helpful to me, so I thought I would pass this
along. When it comes to
figuring out caloric intake, the simple fact is use more calories than you
take in, you can calculate your caloric exposure right at the bar. Here’s the formula:
Take the percentage of alcohol, multiply times the # of ounces
you drink, and multiply that times 1.6.
So for a 14% alcohol wine, in a 5 oz. glass, the math is 1.6 x 14 x
5. If my gazintas are correct, it’s something like 112.
Most people are on the 2000 calorie a day diet so for me by 7AM I
have consumed my calories for the day.
Actually it would afford me 17 glasses of a nice Zinfandel or close
to 30 glasses of some fluffy Liebfruamilch.
is that the alcohol, though a very efficient fuel source to the human body,
lacks the vitamins and minerals necessary to keep your teeth from falling
out of your head and your organs playing the right tune.
The body looks for carbs first as an easy, effective fuel source,
then it looks to acetate, the by product of the livers processing of my wine
consumption. As I get fueled up
from crackers and wine, my body neglects to burn off the spare tire that
seems to be inflating around my otherwise ripped abs, they’re there, just
hidden several layers below the surface.
The acetate won't make you fat; your body is now choosing to burn
that acetate instead of burning the fat you already have in your system.