And on this Tuesday I find my Self in a more empowered mood than I’ve experienced or felt in days. Here in the adjunct hole, hut, parlor or whatever I let nothing get to me as I only see growth with the mmc project and launching the ‘vvv idea’ in days. The copycenter on the other side of that door to my right is all atwitter, people rushing and copying pages for instructors.. interesting. Have to edit-down the winemaker interview from yesterday, I’ll do that at the Starbucks on 12&Mission after the 370 class. We meet in just under 90 minutes to discuss our first taste of Sylvia Plath’s work. Sorry, was distracted by a message incoming on phone. I know I should let myself get pulled by a device, but I’m Human and am flaw-ridden.
And what else, this day… what else….. Nothing much other than Alice and I have been married 8 years, which I can’t believe, another sharp and stark reminder of Time and its vicious persistence only aging us but uniquely motivating the writer in ways many. May stop by St. Francis on the way to 12&Mission to pick up a bottle or two, and how symphonic, no? As St. Fran’ was the wine chosen for our wedding. Well, that and McManis wines, a couple of them. Not sure if I’ll do any tasting but I really should, always, have St. Francis in the cellar. Or, closet.
Already into Week 7. And how do I feel, what do I want? For it all to be over? Not really, as this morning while buying one of those accordion file holders for my papers I understand and blazingly saw that there is material in the student submission. Even in the weaker pieces– how they understand language and words and writing their own word and language to page. And, how so many teachers become frustrated and incensed with what’s on a page. I guess I understand the frustration of certain teachers, but more so I urge them to learn from it, and why the student struggles with the transference of words, thoughts, what’s “in there”.
The usual English adjunct, and the older Math adjunct in here with me. She, ‘English’, is at one of the computers. Around the corner, the edge of that tall grayish brown cubicle wall division. But ‘Math’ is just to my right, grading some submissions and doublechecking work with a calculator. She always looks at peace and quite communicatively connected to her work while he looks truly beat, disinterested and exhausted. I said hello to full-timer at SRJC yesterday, in the Emeritus hall and he laughed, mentioning something about “decrepitude”, suggesting he either wasn’t happy, was frustrated, or just surrendered. “And he’s a full-timer!” I thought to myself, walking outside to the 3PM meeting.
I again think of the “perfect world” discussion with Dad, at Monti’s a while back, where he asked about teaching vs writing. The answer was obvious about both and he urged me to write about wine, creatively as I do. So that’s what I’ll do and keep doing and writing crEATively for my clients and showing and sharing with people a different view and appreciation of what’s in the glass. So, yes, I will go to SF Winery, maybe even say hello to my baby sister– in fact, let me text her.
I should target a varietal or style when there.. something to review or study. So, then, obviously, Merlot. And SB. But what else? What about a blend? Bordeaux or Rhône or something odd or innovative? Not sure what they have it’s been so long. But I’ll walk in only with a Comp Book. And I’ll not everything, slowly, and with loving labor and finite detail to all nose and palate parts. The “End Game,” as Kevin and I discussed Saturday… for me: MY wines. So I study and with angry passion and intention. Oh I can’t wait. Yes, I will taste after class and report my findings to my sister and see if she has an opinion on my thoughts and translation of what she translated through varietal and style. Have several projects going now– need to make a list in my little black mmc book.
Heard from Katie, I’ll meet here there just before 3 and taste with her till about 3:15. Researching their site, I feel out of touch with my first favorite producer– so many new releases and projects and varietally-centered efforts. This is a re-immersion. A certain reckoning of my wined Self. Ugh– it can’t come soon enough.. so I center and meditate and wonder where I’ll be right when my daughter is born, a full-time writer, writing, Mike Madigan Author and business owner/blogger/wine consultant but not in the cheesy way, one offering honest and useful consultation, much I hate that word, on wines being poured, the order in which their poured, release dates and what be–
Just checked out the portfolio, and I am most excited to taste there with Katie. And, I just learned she was voted “Best Woman Winemaker”. How did I not know this? She’s a loft and stratospherically so with her career. And I aim to catch her. Not with some embittered competitive edge, not at all, if anything she my little baby sis inspires me like no one else does with wine and winemaking and showing me that you can have whatever you want in life, from your career. I think quite frankly she’s a paradigm that can’t be mimicked, certainly not copied.
11:43– shit. I need to get ready for class. Okay, breathe… where did time go? I know, I know, let Ms. Plath do the talking in what I orate in class, it will be here and her past and what she wants to share with us– the battles with Self and depression and the poetic urge to tell us all of it!