1A meeting went excessively better than I forecasted. Hoped or thought, or wished. Now home, sipping some Nebbiolo from a friend’s winery, and thinking about how tomorrow is my second-to-last day in the industry. I’m sipping slow, partially watching some writer show. Can’t get my thoughts away from this wine, what it’s saying to me, how it congratulates me on re-write of my relationship with wine itself by leaving the bloody industry. By leaving, I get closer, with distance, I’m even more THERE.
Don’t know what I’m tasting, wouldn’t know how to describe it to someone in the tasting room, and I don’t have to anymore. Described it to friend managing the winery as a charismatic and convincing character. Wine… wine will always have me, in some way. The words and the stories, the sipping and the sensory elevation and atmospheric promise…. Anyway, I’m sipping, after my lecture, or first meeting with the students, I’m more coherent and convinced of my mission. To blog everything.. the wine and the lectures, work and this Room. I’m closer to There.