The past few weeks have sucked. I've been sick with a terrible case of bronchitis. Things have seemed to be headed downward, ever downward. My spirits sank, my mood stank. I haven't been drinking any interesting wine -- mostly a bunch of low-cost stuff from the south of France, full of health-restoring procyanidins. Tastes like paint stripper. So it must be doing me good.
And yet my life's been filled with wine, in a sense. The realm of meta-wine. That virtual kingdom where the sustaining juice flows 24/7 from social networking site to social networking site, blog to blog, email to email, TXT MSG 2 MSG. Meta-wine, which buoys my little barque and carries me from one port of call to another. The wine-dark sea of meta-wine where I simply dip my cup in the supporting liquid and take a sip when I thirst or ache.
Without actually leaving the apartment meta-wine's taken me to San Diego, where Jeremy Parzen finalized VinoWire, his collaboration with Franco Ziliani. To Campania with Fortunato Sebastiano and Luciano Pignataro. To Slovenia, right over the border from Mario Zanusso and Josko Gravner, with Jancis Robinson. To Texas, Upstate New York, San Francisco, Argentina, Genoa. Even into the pulsing heart of Young America.
Ave, meta-wine.
Aww Terry, you're so sophisticated, most people turn to meta-sex for comfort.
Posted by: Lisa Qiu | March 10, 2008 at 12:15 AM