5/11 — Went for photo shoot in Glen Ellen, then backtracked to Kenwood. Didn’t go this morning, as I’d hoped, when my alarm slithered into my drums at 6:20am. My alarm did wake me, and I remember thinking, “Okay, I’m awake, I can do this.” But didn’t. Went back to sleep, and the next I know Alice enters holding Little London. Haven’t reviewed the photos from today’s drive yet, but will momentarily. Much coming into focus, with 2012 and these 2 blogs. 1Stop, I’m seeing, will be photography, with minimal copy. bottledaux, my Literary roots in full unfettered practice. More photography for tomorrow morning, after I write on 128’s side. (1:09pm)
Off to visit Grandma. She very much anticipates Kerouac’s visits.
10:37pm. Once back, I went for a respectable walk/jog. Useful thought during my randomly speeded dashes: submit to contests, lit mags, again. Need to get a new issue of P&W, as I forgot to renew my subscription, and I can’t now since I’m at the end of the checking’s allowance. On a topic completely separate, I’m furious with those using wine and its world as a light for self. Some hosting TV shows, or webcasts, podcasts, website-related shows of whatever ridiculously comical shape, for sakes of popularity. These stench wagons have no clue what wine really entails, and they have not even a microscopic clue as to what wine’s production entails. They talk about terroir like its fashionable, and use varietals like they collectively constitue a flashily secret tongue. Pathetic. Wine deserves more respect. And, I’ll say again, if you’re such a wine prophet, loving wine so dramatically, know what characteristics, what “nuances” make a master wine, then make your own. Show us what you have in your trick purse.
11:59pm. Clocking out. Will give early rise another try tomorrow. Pleasant eve, and Peace … Had Chardonnay tonight, by the way. A 2011, if you can believe. Nice, surprisingly full body, with no ML, and stainless. Must be the careful care with which the winemaker cared for his fruit, juice.