Wine and cheese! Weese.

I've had a foray into acting, written a couple songs - I've taken up the piano and guitar again - and even made noise about performing comedy again. So imma write about wine and cheese. Isn't that great? Food is what really brings us together. From the nearest to the furthest, everybody eats, whether in their living room or on adventures in the saharahrahrah.

I've had an adventure into Matzah, celebrating my extremely distant Jewish heritage. I think I'm 1/64th Jew, but it's on my mother's side, so, you know, something worth celebrating in there. I'll start with these, actually; I like to have them with a wee bit of cheese. I think Matzah is my favorite cracker, although breaking it down into munchable pieces takes a bit of doing.

Right now I'm rockin' the Streits's Moonstrips. I got them on a whim, in severe lack of snackish substances and out of curiosity for this onion-and-poppyseed marvel. Gotta say, the seasoning is brilliant. It doesn't have that greasy, "hey I'm a cracker so PAY THE FACK ATTENTION" thing that other cheese substrates tend to have, which I think interferes with the cheesy goodness. but somehow, the rather unappetizing flavor of the naked cardboard this food comes in tends to permeate the bread. Definitely more a fan of the Manischewitz, even just the plain salted, on account of the extra little steps to divorce the food from the packaging. As any good Jew knows, when it comes to Matzah, sometimes very little distinguishes bread from cardboard.

Quite unlike cardboard is Falcon Ridge Lodi Zinfandel, something I will pretend to know very much about for one paragraph and one paragraph precisely. I like this wine because it tastes like five dark, ripe cherries sitting around a campfire, sharing stories about a delicious scotch whisky they once had, all while eating freshly roasted nuts. They get so into the story about the taste on the tongue of the rich, peaty island treat that you can almost smell it in the silky late-night air as the flames quietly sing their funny little song. Also it's six bucks at the Trader Joe's, so I can afford to take the time to conjure a lovely metaphor like that.

Didn't really take as much time with Bear's Lair Cab Sav. Bit tangy, tropical-fruity, but a bit acrid for my taste - tends to object too much to being sipped to be a major contender for my adventures.

Finally, the cheese portion. I have no idea what cheese this is. The scrawl on the package says "Saint Nectarine's Cow France." All I can tell you is it tastes like a mild cheddar with a soft brie flavor and the overwhelming sense of cooked broccoli. Delightful!

Don't you feel enlightened?

The lesson: It's perfectly okay to be a lazy epicure, so long as you have a good time.

Yet Another Blog?

I think I'm a serial blogomaniac. I keep at least four blogs, three twitters, two gallery sites and a partridge in a pear tree. This is one of those telltale signs that I still have writer's block, five days past deadline. Opening FinalDraft has become my most tortuous endeavor, ranking higher even than the morning-after mirror (you know what I'm talking about, a pint of vodka and an evening of sloppy karaoke) or the bathroom scale.
So I become extremely productive at managing e-mail, online networking, scheduling and rescheduling. My friends all know how well I'm doing and I'm coming up with some fairly convincing lies about how productive I've been. I've documented some very urbane and essential things using 140 characters or less. There's a picture of a cat with text on it that was not there before.
I think the mark of a great writer is not the volume or quality of output, but sheer talent in staving off inspiration. I mean, after all, a doctor prides themselves on taking from their patients perfectly good complaint material. Restaurants exist because some dude really needed a way to dirty dishes. I will one day be thought of as a great writer simply because of my ability to not only ignore my muse, but run screaming from it at every possible opportunity.

The lesson: You can't pull any muscles doing mental gymnastics. Healthy rationalization is the key to a long and over-productive life.

love
-C