listening to KCSM on the way over here, some broadcast on raising money, for something, something connected to Nina Simone, and I thought how this, this journal, can be read as somewhat of a broadcast, news, and now, I’m not in the mood to talk to a single soul. Just want to write, just want to taste wine and deconstruct it as I do Literature.. haven’t written my somm friend Chris yet but that’s precisely what I’ll address with him, a different take on wine, from a writer’s perspective, one with no formal wine training (well.. other than TR experiences and shifts, and some “VIP” interactions). Just Literature, reacting to it, detecting and appreciating, and REACTING, to characters, stories.. what I’m juggling in my head currently, and what I juggle are axes, knives, haven’t dropped one or cut Self, yet. Shit, forgot to note when I got here.. let’s just say 1:57, so that means I have till 2:20-something to write.. ugh how I do’t want to talk.. not that I don’t want to be at work with my coworkers and friends, on the celestial estate, I very much do, I just don’t feel like conversation, wasting my words on interactions that will be brief and part of some pitch, essentially, not today, I just want to write.. about the wine I opened last night, the ’12 cuvée from St. Francis.. loved everything from the pleasant confrontation of olfactory sense to the expansive and very persuasive enigmatic roll of the palate.. yes, I’d say it’s young, but guess what.. I opened it last night, gave it a bullion of time to “open”, and it was charming and enchanting in all its dimensions and palate chapters.. love, and Bordeaux-ish amalgamation like that is just what any Cab lover or heavy Rhône pursuer would adore. Do I have to score it? I do? Oh. Well I’m not going to. And that’s what I never got about wine judging, the scoring, the rubric (being and adjunct English Professor for 9 years, now).. some “rubrics” if you could call them that have ranges, so say, in example: “90-93”. So why score it 91, or 92, what’s the difference? And the descriptors, I somewhat embrace that practice, yes, but when did you taste it, I’d ask.. now my somm friend Chris I entirely respect, all about his practice and execution of assessing wines.. his innovative tendencies and varietal and stylistic proclivity I’ve never seen in a sommelier before, which is just why our characters are sterlingly associated. In my vision. And in this Palooza Loft, where I always collect, I further meditate on Mr. Massamen, and his love of wine and what he’s to do with it.. blog? Of course! And just write for his LIFE, like his grad school professor, Fiction (Steve was his name, Steve Gomez), told him. Steve steered him away from the MFA at SF State, saying, “Why do it? Why do it at all? you already have a fucking Master’s. Just write for your life!” And Steve has an MFA, so he’s credible, Mike thinks. And at Mike’s age, he can only write. what would another acronym do for him? Why not live, capture, sip, love…
Haven’t seen any new pictures of my sister– and on that note, before I forget, I thought of a title for her novel: ‘Krystal Vision’. Do I want to write that first or the Massamen Notes, first novel? Shit! I hate decisions, and I hate having to make one, but my sister always has to and I just need to, and not second-guess mySelf. Like she said when we made our ’11 Cab, “If you second-guess yourself you’ll never make wine.” And translated to my world, the page, I’ll never have a singe bloody MS out there if I don’t just write, publish, decide, leap– Are you joking? 2:16 already? Should have ordered a beer. Should have ordered 2! But I didn’t. I decided to write! Or did I get one! I’m a novelist, I write fiction, which means I lie. A LOT. Ha ha… I know Steve’s laughing, if he’s reading this.. I love this Loft, everything about it.. this one table left here for me so I can “get some work done” as Jeff always says, that bar over there, right/corner.. and all the space– freeing, again.. where I meditate.. it’s own type, or varietal, character.. and my sister’s blend last night, had the wooing character that all wine lovers seek. I mean, why ever drink wine or appreciate it at any further level if you don’t look for character, depth, interaction, a certain palate challenge? I don’t want to go back.. I want to stay here– no, I want to go home and be with Ms. Alice and little Kerouac.. no, I’ll stay here for a bit, or I would. WOULD. But I have to work, and I want to, I want to meet more characters and pour for them and experience their reactions to wine.. Wine is my story and my BEAT, and I’m layered in conception, both actual and theory-based as I sip, and as I observe from the other side of the bar.