Furthermore

Years ago Viv’s dad excitedly pointed at a bottle of red wine in the wine-cellar of The Spanish Table. He was interested in it becasue it was branded as “Marques de Caceres,” and his Spanish ancestors hailed from that locale. We bought the wine, a ’94 rioja, not expecting anything and in ignorance of riojas in general.

The wine was magnificent, huge, amazing.

A few months later the same vintage began appearing in Costco, and I bought a bunch. I turned my dad on to it and he bought a case. Since then, we have often picked up vintages of this wine.

Yesterday, I realized that rioja is supposed to be a relatively volatile wine, with a limited and somewhat short shelf life. We have a couple bottles of that ’94 still hanging about. I’m happy to say that my palate is sufficiently ignorant to remain happy indeed as I drink it.

Traveller

Samantha is back, it appears, from her first international trip. From the gleanings, I gather it was satisfactory.

At Daymented’s going away party, we talked a bit about the at-that-time-upcoming trip. I sort-of told her about trying to let my parents know about Tienanmen Square back in the eighties – they had flown to China and were in the air when the Army began the crackdown. In the end they did not get any of the messages I left for them. I had started to tell this story, and realized that it was really fairly inappropriate to share with someone who had just told me that this was her first trip outside the country.

My own first trip outside the country must have been in 1968, leaving the US on the way to live in Chile. I was two.

Silent

After watching the silent antics of Buster Keaton at the Paramount this evening, we passed a young man who lay sprawled asleep in the gutter around the corner from the Baltic Room. I whipped out my cell phone as Viv and Spencer paused. I framed the shot, got it, and moved on.

Viv and Spence began to chat with one another in surprise – apparently they had assumed I was getting my phone out to call the cops, or something. Embarassed that the very idea had not even remotely occurred to me – the entirety of my reaction to the sight of the man was a mild amusement – I turned around and walked back to the fellow, beginning to dial 911.

As I approached the third digit, the thought occurred to me that perhaps the guy would rather not have to deal with the cops. So I called out “Hey Buddy, are you alright?”

He instantly opened his eyes and in a moment was able to say that he was fine. I asked him if there was anyone we could call or if he needed help getting somewhere, and he averred he was fine in the same strong Australian accent he’d first spoken in.

We continued up the hill.

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Phantom power

Grumblebee opens pandora’s mbox on AskMe, with informative results. His mbox gets shutdown by WinXP as overly powerhungry when he engages a phantom-powered mike. The solution is NOT to add a powered hub, but rather, to add an inline phantom power source.

I mean, obviously. Even if I didn’t think of it.

Cheery News

Be Warned: Mr. Bubble’s Worried Again, NYT:

He predicts that prices could fall 40 percent in inflation-adjusted terms over the next generation and that the end of the bubble will probably cause a recession at some point.

Oh, happy day!

The article’s accompanying chart graphic provides a look at the subject’s custom-built long-term, inflation adjusted American housing price index, which sports a disturbing curve representing the current climb.

Washed away

As a child, when overwhelming waves of sourceless sadness and pain would erode my interest in the world, once I had learned to read, I could project my consciousness into books. I subsequently did so for really the majority of my time here on Earth. Of late, however, I have noted that the web appears to have diminished this capacity.

Pass

Reluctantly, we’re passing on the house we were bidding on. Inspection revealed a slew of first-year expenses which we have concluded that we cannot develop informed estimates upon by the time we need to close the deal, which would force us into a buying-in-ignorance situation. We’re passing.

Dammit.