using meditations too quickly, too reflexively.
one piece of paper I found in my bag: “It doesn’t have that twang, either… Tang maybe?” Something a tourist said in the tasting room. I remember rolling my eyes and thinking, “Jesus, why do people have to overthink wine so much?” Another note I found in the garage, from one of my writing boxes, a note I scribbled when hanging out with Blair, learning to make wine: “VA (volatile acidity) […] wine wants to be vinegar […] .7 = Avg. […] High ph, low VA”. And yes, I still want to make wine for ’16, but wine will only be fun for this writer/teacher. No seriousness, no stress, no contest, just fun. Speaking of, what am I opening tonight?