In the glass this is clear, almost-deep ruby with a hint of purple. Nose is a clean, medium intensity black cherry and spice with a background of burnt oak and earthiness. Dry, medium acidity, and more tannins that I might have expected, with a medium body. In the mouth the black fruit again dominates, along [...]
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I’m not one for anniversaries, and I’d guess that those more directly affected by the 9/11 attacks don’t see this day as much different from the several thousand that have preceded it. But I remember that for some reason that morning I skipped reading Dave Winer’s scripting.com (the original blog). If I hadn’t, I would have [...]
I enjoyed the 2009. This one is a clear, pale gold in the glass. Clean, intense nose of grapefruit, banana, and a background vegetal aroma. Dry, high acidity, with a light body. Citrus and mineral dominate, with spicy and floral notes; medium length lemon finish. 13.5% alcohol. A very good NZ Sauvignon Blanc; recommended. See [...]
I arrived in the Bay Area last Friday for a mini-holiday with mixed feelings. I’d lived here for a few years in the late 1990s, and in many ways they were years unfulfilled, passing too quickly. Flying into SFO, the polluted/beautiful image of settling ponds neatly summed up many of my feelings. That afternoon it [...]
I don’t think I’ve tasted more than one or two other Muscats, but this was the first Joie wine I ever tried—about five years ago, at Vij’s. This one is clear and almost water-pale. Medium intensity grapefruit, sage (as in sagebrush), cut grass, and petrol on the nose. Dry, highly acidic, and light bodied, the [...]
Everyone Has Germs, Even You By If We Were Us, CBC TV Rock Camp, 2003. Left to right: Karina Pry, Kevin Gaudet (aka Kehvyn Gawdette), Nikki Sooley, Sam King, Doug Hoyer.
“I stood, looking down at the worn pavement, so minutely and illegibly inscribed; and I saw the feet, my own among them, pass and repass. I stretched out a leg and tapped with my live toe, listening meanwhile, tap, tap, tap—and suddenly I felt that if I might only lend my own sound, my own [...]
