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hee hee hee hee. Hopefully, liberalism is next on their plate. I want to know how liberals end up looking like after such an analysis. Seriously. One thing the author could have noted is how the conservative traits apply to the typical suspicion of science that seems to permeate conservatives. Science, after all, is inherently ambiguous to a degree. As an archaeologist, I know this well. But just because everything is ambiguous to some extent, doesn't mean science is invalid. The anti-climate change types tend to gloss this over. |
especially supernatural things like liberals. |
Some people just don't understand what science is. |
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But just because it's difficult that doesn't mean we shouldn't try. |
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However, I would never have guessed it. The psychologists I've met were much much stranger. |
"However, I would never have guessed it." You are really, truely, not one of the 8, my friend. |
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What else is new. |
Who/what are the 8 Nate? |
is hash really america's favorite hangover cure? can you believe i drank a ton of coors light last night and didn't even post to sorabji? |
that is definitely in violation of code. |
At least drink Sam Adams. |
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fucking beer snobs. |
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there was this really hot dumb chick that i was thinking about taking home with me. then i decided that i don't do that. it was impressive. i like that summer ale. i haven't had any this season, though. maybe that's a sign of what tonight should bring. |
40 ounces of bud. $2.75. you're all still a bunch of pretentious cunts. |
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Yay me. I shall be a superhero for halloween, rebound girl. That's all I've been lately. I appriciate the attention I've been getting but all they want is ass. Anybody's ass. And the drunken fool's ass has tended to be mine. I sound bitter. I need sleep. I actually said no tonight and he walked me home and I told him that he was treating his other rebound girl really shittily. |
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for the beginner, thats a hell of a drink to head for. |
lappy....try this.....as I think the cranberry can be a bit much....order a vodka tonic with a "spaash" of cranberry. Personally, I like this better as the tonic adds bubbles and its not so acidic and you don't have to constantly pee like a racehorse due to excess cranberry juice. plus it makes your drink pink. |
When I'm not drinking beer: stoli-razberi tonics with extra limes. yum. I also like frilly martini cocktails, like cosmopolitans. |
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i respect that. |
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Try a swig of apple cider vinegar. You'll explode. :) |
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So if you don't drink lots of water you should have apple juice. I'm still speaking gibberish after a weekend of drunkenness with workmates from around the country. I need about 40 more hours sleep, and to detox. |
I like Cape Codders. My old karaoke buddy (who is now my bartender) got me hooked on them. Looks pretty, tastes nice, not overly sweet. If I'm not drinking that, I'll have Pabst. So far I've tried: Long Island Iced Tea (on my 21st) (not bad but I can't remember if I liked it or not) Cape Codder Lemon Drop (Yum, when I'm feeling froufy) Mint Julep Lord of the Dance (tastes sortof like cherry coke) Whiskey Sour (normally I don't like whiskey much but I'll drink these) Tequila (plus karaoke makes me a silly silly girl) Whiskey (I really don't like it much, but after a few drinks it's okay as a shot) Pabst Pacifico (if I'm at the overcrowded hipster bar I might as well treat myself to something other than Pabst) Sparks (get two Sparks and a can of coconut juice and play kickball) Cranberry isn't for getting your crap on, I think, but it's good for bladder infections. I enjoy it. |
get mine on anyway. the velvet foam. mmmm. |
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i just had a premonition. it's a future sorabjifest. you're passed out.. with your arms wrapped around... the toilet. and i'm pissing on you. oh man. never pass out before me! |
Nate, I want to see that. If it ever happens and I'm not there, pictures must be taken. |
And Nate, I'll hold my own drinking with you buddy. |
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It doesn't sound like you've had much experience, Hal. |
I've never passed out. I have, however, perched gracefully in a chair during a party and taken a nap. |
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Kazoo, did you just call me anal? |
Why, are you anal? I am about some things. I'm anal about how my dishes are put away. |
It was just a premonition, man. They're always wrong anyway. |
2: Good Nate, I'd rather not get into a drinking contest anyway, I'd rather kick back with you and have a few beers. Seems to me like that would be more fun. |
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"medicine" as my grandfather used to call it. it doesnt help that trader joes is a half a mile away, and the wine conglomerate puts out "studies" like this |
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Im over the 2 Buck Chuck though. But nonetheless....they have countless others. |
1. In a way that is practical. 2. For all practical purposes; virtually. 3. All but; nearly; almost. 4. Kinda sorta not really. 5. Sshhhhyyeaah right. |
Another thing I am anal about is food storage. I HATE when people put food in the fridge and they don't cover it properly. It even makes me anxious. Roommates often thanked me for putting their food into proper tupperware and rubbermaid containers for them. Believe me, I wasn't doing it for them. I think it stems from when I was little and stayed at my grandmother's house. There was always unwrapped food and it was hard and sometimes had this waxy film on it. Vile. |
its an interesting article about wine labeling. I admit to being a sucker for the Yellow Tail recently...it IS a neat label, but moreover the fucking Shiraz and cab/shiraz are my favorite wine, chilled, this summer. "And now, a few words from your Syrah" By James Ricci, Times Staff Writer As they're being bottled, most wines — the slightest nuances aside — look pretty much the same. But slap a label on that bottle and, suddenly, there's so much information, both explicit and subliminal, that it's almost impossible to take it all in. In addition to the raw data — the vintage and all that — the label tells you who the winemakers are, who they think you are and the sort of wine they believe they're producing. As wine brands proliferate, the art of label design has become an intense exercise in psycho-marketing, requiring teams of skilled people to determine the message and make it leap from the shelf. Does the buyer see himself as a connoisseur who knows his Échezeaux from his Eiswein? A bold spirit who refuses to bow to tradition? A hipster who thinks a wine with a cool-looking minimalist label is just the thing to bring to a dinner party? There are wine labels specifically vying for each one's attention. And when you consider that about 80% of wine is bought directly off the shelf, it begins to become clear: That little sticky-back piece of paper has a lot of power. Follow the kangaroo Nowhere is wine label design more crucial to sales than with the less expensive brands aimed at occasional wine drinkers and inexperienced young consumers who want something festive-looking to take to a party. For the current trend in splashy, colorful label design for lower-end wines, we mostly can thank the wildly successful Australian brand Yellow Tail, whose whimsical leaping kangaroo has makers of other low-priced wines hopping in emulation. "Now you're getting a plethora of brands with kicky names and colorful graphics — people fishing in the shallow end with flashy lures and baits," says Rob Celsi, vice president of brand development for Trinchero Family Estates in St. Helena, Calif. But how does a winery make its label stand out amid the colorful din? Seattle designer Stephen Black faced such a challenge in redesigning the label for the Talus line of wines, which retail for about $7. The concept grew from his conversation with Talus' winemaker. "I asked her what she does that makes Talus wines unique, and she said, 'I don't do anything special. I get out of the way and let the grape do its thing.' " So Black came up with a painterly rendition of a single grape floating in a disembodied, Magritte sort of way over an incongruous setting. For white wines, a green grape hovers over a sandy desert; for reds, a purple grape hangs suspended above a stormy sea — all in vivid color. "Part of my approach was to try to create contrast," Black says. "I wanted to pique consumers' interest with counterpoint, contrast, something very unexpected; something innovative with traditional clues. You have to find some way of creating a unique and memorable image without looking garish or cheap." Black further emphasized the traditional by modifying the "a" in Talus to resemble ancient Roman lettering. The typeface, moreover, is slightly condensed, "meaning you can make it larger without it looking horsey," he says. Finally, he opted for a vertically elongated label, which makes the bottle look a bit taller and more slender — features generally associated with more expensive wines. But not too tall or slender. "This is all about perceived quality at a certain price point," Black says. "You don't want to over-deliver graphically; you want to make sure consumers don't expect so much that when they try the wine they're disappointed." While the battle of the bottom shelves is waged with color and drama, at the high end of the price scale designers are increasingly wed to the concept of less is more. "Everyone is trying to achieve an image of perceived rarity," says Napa label designer Jeffrey Caldewey. "It's the idea that if you have to put a lot of type and gaudy graphics on your package, you're trying a little too hard. The more restrained and elegant labels are meant for the restaurant or dining room table, as opposed to trying to leap off a shelf into your lap." For $40, artwork After Napa designer Anthony Auston was hired to devise a label for Joseph Phelps Vineyards' Ovation Chardonnay, which sells for about $40, he was asked to devise something "like a museum book, something hot, contemporary, somewhat minimal, but also timeless," Auston says. He and his colleagues "banged our heads on our desks trying to figure out how we were going to represent a grape leaf or a grape cluster or a vineyard this time around — when you've designed hundreds of wine labels, this can be a problem. So we grabbed our cameras, a bag of chips and a six-pack and headed out to the vineyards to figure it out." Eventually, Auston settled on a very minimalist white label bisected by a straight black horizontal line with a squiggle in its middle. "Nearly everyone who looks at the label takes a closer look," he says. "Most think it's a section of barbed wire. Actually, it's the remnants of a grape tendril clinging to a length of trellis after the winter pruning." It's an intriguing image, set off by the clean elegance of the rest of the label, which is extra-wide and sits low on the bottle. Auston chose uncoated paper stock because it gives the impression of being handmade and expensive, unlike coated stock that looks mass-produced. In a retail setting, coated stock can reflect bright overhead lights, making the label harder to read. To balance the contemporary with the traditional, he used a classic typeface but set the letters widely apart so that white space flowed easily around them. In recent years, improvements in printing and labeling technology have allowed designers to introduce labels in virtually any shape — a trend that has been playing out at all price levels. Labels and overall bottle appearance can radically affect sales, wine marketers say. An effective label, however, is not just visually clever, says Jim Lapsley, a UC Davis professor and expert on wine marketing. "The real importance of a label is that it graphically express the brand identity," he says. "If a winery owner can't really describe the main points that differentiate his or her brand from others in its genre, then it is difficult for a designer to capture that brand identity in a label." Alluring pheasants In 1998, Bogle Vineyards jettisoned its old label, replacing it with a smaller, more elegant label with an unusual inverted egg shape and a discreet, tasteful drawing of two pheasants. The classier label was intended to reflect a general upgrading of Bogle's vineyard and winery practices. Since the introduction of the label, which was designed by Auston, Bogle's sales have increased 320%, or about of 25% a year. Bogle executives attribute a major role in the increase to the new look. Sales "just keep growing and growing even now, despite the tight wine market," says Chris Catterton, Bogle's marketing vice president. "The new label was a perfect fit for us. It helped communicate we were dedicated to quality and came from a farming background. Every so often you get it exactly right." Many marketers estimate the life of a label to be five or six years, particularly for lower-priced wines that must compete for "shelf impact." Designer Susan Pate, whose elegant label for Robert Mondavi's ultra-premium Opus One has remained unchanged for 25 years, ascribes much of the instability and outlandishness of label design to "corporate marketers staggering around for trends" instead of allowing designers to communicate a winery's uniqueness. "When you approach it in the latter way, unless the winemaker is schizophrenic and wants to change everything, the label that results tends to be a classical statement," she says. "If it has the right energy to begin with, it will have that energy five years or 20 years from now." In the fluid, individualistic and ultracompetitive wine business, one fact about label design is abundantly clear: No trend will be long-lived or apply across the board. As soon as the herd seems to be moving in a certain direction, someone quickly defies the trend in hopes of setting apart his wines. And if his defiance is, in turn, perceived to be starting a trend, someone else instantly rises to defy it. "I can guarantee you," says designer Rick Tharp of Los Gatos, "if everybody's producing expensive wines with tiny little labels, somebody's going to come to me and say, 'Rick, I want the biggest label you can design.' " |
petite syrah and red zin are my favorites. i think shiraz sucks ass. |
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Australian reds have been really damn good in the last year. I dont understand how you can like zin and diskike shiraz. I understand intense drought and heat are good for wine. The silver lining in the recent heatwave in europe. didnt the land down under suffer from a bitchin heatwave and drought last year? |
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and i think that 2 buck chuck is foul. but only because i am nocal. |
I don't drink much white wine, but I had some australian chardonnay a few years ago that was incredible and I can't remember what it was called. |
petite syrah is a different grape. |
"but only because i am nocal." My friend Yael gets mad when I don't buy wine from cali. |
sheeesh. i didnt know much about wine then, nor do i now, but as far as i knew then, zin referred to that shit in a box at the store. blush, rose, white zin. it was an honest interpretaion by an amateur, but you see, nocal peeps get all uppity when talkin to amateur winos. but then they go and drink a twelver of coors and dredge any credibility through the shitter. |
and cheap! and what the hootchies is drinkin! and besides, i'll drink $2 chuck. i drink just about anything. doesn't mean i don't think it's foul. |
"Petite Sirah is a grape whose origins and the spelling of its name have been a subject of conversation. We now know that most of the Petite Sirah in California is actually a grape called Durif with most of the rest being Peloursin. The Durif grape was developed in France in the late 1800s by Dr. Durif by crossing Syrah and Peloursin. Over time since the Syrah grape was brought from the Rhone River Valley of France in about 1870 and called Petite Sirah, the Petite Sirah name has become almost a catch-all name for old red grape vines in California that were not otherwise identifiable. It is only since we have been able to use DNA testing to properly identify grape varieties that we have been able to unravel the mystery of Petite Sirah The Petite Sirah grape grows in very tight bunches and is susceptible to rot. In growing regions without much rainfall (like California) this does not represent a problem. In areas with rain during the growing season it practically disqualifies the grape. Under the right conditions, Petit Sirah can make strong red wines with peppery flavors." Syrah/Shiraz "It produces full rich wines of intense color and flavor. In warmer climates like Australia, the grape produces wines that are sweeter and riper tasting. In cooler climates like the Rhone valley of France, it often has more pepper and spice aromas and flavors. Syrah usually becomes drinkable at an early age and most are produced for consumption within a year after release (2rd year from harvest). On the other hand, there are Syrah/Shiraz examples of very long lived wines such as Hermitage in France and Penfold's Grange in Australia." like i said, without being a total wine snob, i would think if you like one, the other wouldnt be a stretch |
I had a gift certificate for potter barn and purchased some adorable wine goblets. I haven't used them yet, but now I can't think about doing anything else. SO, after I go to staples and purchase a paper shredder I am going to get some wine and tonight, after some department gathering on campus, I am going to drink wine and shred old bills and bank statements. Can you think of anything more exciting than that? You guys have twenty minutes to recommend something. |
maybe though. what are you doing? like i said....if its nice and warm there...id recommend a good red, chilled. AS fas as zin goes. Berringer makes a good zin as does Ravenswood. On the cheap, BlackMountain has a good zin. i still advocate the Yellow Tail Shiraz or Shiraz?Cab |
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E-mail me and I will send you my phone number. |
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of course, i missed the deadline. |
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heh. i need a fucking job. |
seghesio zin. un fucking believable shit. |
id love to knock off right about now, sit in the baby pool with eva and sip a delicious chilled glass of that stuff. |
V. Sattui is my favorite napa winery. i don't know about sonoma. |
oh, the grapes may or may not be similar, but as far as taste goes, there's a HUGE difference between petite sirah and shiraz. |
fuck napa. i'm still have trouble with chilled zin. maybe you'd like to try some franzia? |
when its 95 degrees out, room temp doesnt exactly cut it. its actually luke warm at that point. you have to chill in these summer months. |
but i have this picture of you in your wife beater with ice cubes clinking in your jar of zin. |
and well, im not sure i want to store my wine in the crawl space, so you gotta chill it a bit otherwise its heartburn sauce |
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I have poured it into one of my adorable wine goblets...hmmmm smells nice..... (she drinks) oh yeah, that's good. I like that. |
This is what I had with dinner the other night. Damn. I'm having one of those, "this is what I thought it would be like--but hardly ever is" moments. Sitting in my living room...in my pajama pants, drinking wine...you know, this is the image I had of myself when I was younger...what I thought life would be like, but it never feels that way. It feels that way right now. That will change in a moment when I break out my new superduper paper shredder. |
goddamn you people for making me buy some all this wine. |
so i leave early, not to dig some wine and the baby pool, but because nico is in vegas, and im trying to cut corners and keep our nanny bill reasonable...an hour off here, and there. eva is bathed and napping. low and behold...a bottle of yellow tale shiraz chilling in the frig. goddamn you people for making me open some all the refrigerator to discover this bottle of vino. cheers fuckwads |
This, however, takes it...In one envelope I found FOUR tickets to the Beastie Boys/Rage Against the Machine Rhyme and Reason 2000 show on August 12, 2000. Please tell me that show was cancelled. Otherwise, why didn't I go? Why didn't the three other people go? For the life of me, I do not remember buying these tickets or being reimbursed for them, if the show was cancelled. |
you'll need another bottle of wine, dear. |
(she drinks) I liked that part. Cleo is away at camp all this week, and I am right now eating popcorn for dinner. |
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because only a pencil lead headed idiot would post such an idiotic message. Just ram the bottle down your throat and you'll have a permanent bottle neck to catch you wee-wee size brain. |
yeah, you fuckwads. now it's not even 9 a.m. and i want to go and drink a bottle of wine. that does it. tonight i'm going to see the bats and sit on the veranda at the four season on the lake and drink the most expensive glass of wine they serve. then i'm gonna go out, stay up all night, pack my bags in the wee hours, and get on a flight to home sweet home, whereupon i will deplane, meet my friend lisa at my dad's house, grab the surfboards and off we go. hah. so there, ms. wine in pajama pants. :) |
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yes, real live flying bats. i saw them this same time last year and it was totally amazing. i didn't expect it to be as cool as it is. they fly out from under the congress avenue bridge, in order, starting from the south side and emerging along the bridge in a stream up to the north side of the bridge. millions of them. then a big dark cloud of bats flys down the river and back up to the bridge again. when you walk under the bridge during the day it stinks and you can hear them chirp. |
now I am ms. bowl of blueberries and cup of miso soup in pajama pants. I hope I'm not insane though. That would be bad. I was hoping that I would have tenure before I started losing my mind. Last night I had a dream about wee man from jackass. |
Tonight I'll branch back out of the Cape Cod capades and either try something new or go back to Pabst. Between now and later, I need dinner (I'm thinking a slice or two of some decent veggie pizza) and to check on cats. I'm playing kitty momma this week as a favor (I enjoy getting two cats to myself though). He gave me a key that's coated in flowerey enamel. |
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