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Il y'a quelques semaines, j'ai fait un billet sur le Soju (vous vous souvenez, LA boisson nationale en Corée) et à l'époque je vous disais qu'il existait plusieurs types de Sojus et que le plus populaire était le Chamisul de Jinro. Aujourd'hui, je vais vous parler d'un autre Soju, le Cheoum Cheoreom de Doosan. Pourquoi? Tout simplement parce que c'est le Soju du moment, celui qui monte et qui grapille des parts de marché à ces concurrents. Ici aussi, comment expliquer un tel succès? Et bien je pense qu'il suffit de voir les campagnes de pub pour comprendre (Lee Hyolee Inside ;) ). Impossible de refuser une telle invitation, n'est ce pas?
There's a movie called Sweeney Todd. I don't think Belle should watch it.
Belle: FUCKER!
People: Stop it!!
Belle: But....he's a fucker!
People: Just watch the movie QUIETLY!
Belle: FUCKER FUCKER FUCKER!!!!
Guy who works there: I'm sorry ma'am but you're going to have to leave....
Belle: Pfffttt fineeee! Don't come crying to me when you find out he's a fucker.
Anyways, I've been having pretty crappy dreams. I'm always in a daze. I'm trying to be calm&&take it easy but the truth is I'm terrified and time flies by too fast. I miss LA. KL pretty much depresses me. At the moment, cocaine is OUT cause I'm not "strong" enough. To EVERYONE who has managed to stay off alcohol/drugs/cigarettes for more than a year.....WOW! I miss sushi. I think the vegetarian phase might be coming to an end. Some people have friends that send them emails with little pink bunnies popping up...I DON'T! I have friends that send me "Turkish Teen Gives Blow Job" porn. Mehhh, what else is new?
I want to bake some brownies, throw in some ganja, add frosting&&distribute it. :)
I miss buying the CHEAPEST bottle with the highest percentage of alcohol. We'd drink, laugh, pass out&&wake up saying "We're NEVER buying that again!" and like two weeks later we'd buy it again :) Nowadays its all about clubbing&&getting limited edition bottles. Honestly, I don't care if you have a custom made case for your bottle. I really don't. I don't care if I dress too decently or if I slut it up way too often. As long as there's good company, I'm good to go. This ones for Nina&&Neetu for COUNTLESS supermarket trips!
&&I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
recently ranked Portland, ME the 7th healthiest city for women. The magazine surveyed 100 of the largest metro areas in the U.S. to find "the fittest, healthiest and happiest women in the land." The survey looked at criteria that included death and disease rates, environmental indicators, community resources and lifestyle habits. San Francisco ranked number 1 for the 2nd year in a row.
Portland ranked high for its low rates of sexually transmitted diseases (STDs), its low violent crime rate and for having more than 2 times as many psychiatrists per capita compared to the average.
While 7th is certainly a good ranking, Portland has been as high as number 2 on the list in the past. The city's vices included having more sunburns, above-average cancer death rates and, not surprisingly, above average drinking rates.
Portland consistently shows up as having higher rates of drinking alcohol for women and men. Considering the findings, below, taken from the book by The National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse at Columbia (), it's fairly impressive (and a bit surprising) that Portland ranks as high as 7:
• Alcohol is associated more closely with crimes of sexual violence than any other drug; it is implicated in as many as 73% of all rapes and 70% of all incidents of domestic violence.
• Seventy-two percent of women who abuse alcohol have had at least one episode of mental illness, compared to 57% of men.
• The most commonly diagnosed mental health problems among girls and women with alcohol problems are depression, anxiety disorders, borderline personality disorder and eating disorders.
So after disembarking from the New Jersey Transit at Long Branch last Wednesday, my friends were waiting for me on the ramp to the parking lot. As we piled into John's car, Rodney announced that they had a present for me--and handed me a box of sugar cubes.
And because they had been talking about seeing it at a restaurant a few days earlier, I knew what was coming.
Absinthe. Well ... sort of. The brand name is , Absinthe Refined.
The difference between this and brands that come from, for example, , is that it contains no Grand Wormwood (Artemisia absinthium) and little to no Thujone. They've replaced the Grand Wormwood with Southern Wormwood (Artemisia abrotanum), an innocuous cousin. Also, it's not distilled; it's the "macerate & mix" kind. In short, it isn't really absinthe, which is not surprising because absinthe is still mostly illegal in the United States.
The result is that Absente is mostly harmless--or as harmless as any other 110 proof liqueur (our personal result was that we stayed up and laughed until 4:30 on Thursday morning).
There were no "Green Fairies," but the ritual is still fun--even though, as it turns out, we didn't do it quite right.
If you look around on many absinthe sites (and there are a lot), there are several recommendations for the absinthe ritual. The claim is that purists will only accept absinthe straight or in the "traditional French ritual"--slowly dripping ice-cold water on a sugar cube that has been placed on a special slotted absinthe spoon over 1-3 ounces of absinthe. The desired visual effect is a "louche," when the absinthe turns from emerald green to a light milky jade opacity. This will apparently only happen when there is anise present, so if you don't like anise (it's the flavour of black licorice), then you might want to avoid absinthe altogether.
I actually haven't had absinthe in this way since the Czech Stromu brand that I bought while I was living in Auckland, and there was absolutely no "louche," no matter what I did (low, very low anise content). It took me right until the end of my time in New Zealand to finish off that bottle. It's not that it was bad, but it isn't something I would drink all the time.
The ritual that we performed on this Thanksgiving Eve was somewhat different. We poured about two ounces into a glass, set the absinthe itself on fire, and then put it out by pouring the cold water over the sugar cube on the absinthe spoon.
This was not, strictly speaking, the traditional "Bohemian ritual." Actually, before I go on, it should be noted that the "Bohemian ritual" is more of a modern contrivance than it is "tradition." Actual French Bohemians at the turn of the last century were more likely to drink it in the aforementioned "traditional French" way. But I digress. On to the "Bohemian ritual" ...
I quote (and correct their spelling where that needed to happen) in their instructions regarding the absinthe fire ritual:
As absinthe usually contains more than 60% alcohol, you should be careful with the Bohemian ritual, as the absinthe in the glass shouldn't begin to burn. [oops.]
a) Pour absinthe over the sugar cube or dip the sugar cube in the absinthe.
b) Light the sugar up and wait until it's fully caramelized.
c) Mix the sugar with the absinthe.
d) Add ice cold water, and you are ready to enjoy the absinthe!
We have a plan to break this out next weekend after more sugar cubes have been acquired, as I opted to leave them behind at Casa Manna.
Actually, I also have a plan to make an order from Alandia at some point, but shhhh, we're not suppose to import the stuff to this country. And, yes, I recognize the idiocy of announcing illicit dealings in a public forum, but I'm telling myself that nobody [official] is reading this ... I'm not sure how Alandia gets around the absinthe ban; but according to their FAQ, if your absinthe gets seized by U.S. customs en route to your address, they'll refund your money.
Por este tipo de cosas es que me repugna y aborrezco el alcohol, aun no entiendo porque rayos se utiliza el alcohol para "fiesta y diversión" si solo es un liquido que te jode el cerebro ¿es que acaso todos son idiotas?
ok exams are over. i must have already lost 20 marks for each paper cuz i just dismissed them and didnt even answer. ok.
dad suspected that i was having some 'liquor' last night. shouldnt have had that 'spore sling' on e cruise and given him ideas all. abt how i am actually even drinking.
was reading the reviews for henry james' 'the turn of the screw'. One review made it sound so very sinister and scary. I was actually having a hard time reading the book. Seems that when James was writing the book, there were times when he himself was frightened and was afraid to go to bed. But, I have to admit there was one scene which frightened me. I was thinking of giving his books another try.
tomo, baking with the gals, although i know nuts abt baking or cooking or anything even remotely related to the kitchen.
Every morning I wake up with a million things I want to write about, and I have to find a way to parse them out before my head starts spinning and I finish the contents of my four-cup coffee maker.
Last night, I came across an article in Slate called "." Aside from some debatable points, such as purporting that street fighting is the contemporary take on Martial Arts, and some excellent tips on how not to accidentally become the star of one of these videos, the article takes on a sort of reflective and even endearing view of the clips he has chosen as examples.
As I was reading through the article, I was reminded of some incidences that I had edited out of my original , which included two separate occasions where I came uncomfortably close to getting into physical altercations with men. This is not run-of-the-mill for me, not really. I've never been in any sort of fist fight before, but I have had more of these sort of "close calls" in the past two years than I have had in the time preceding. Which leads me to ask two questions: 1) Why am I suddenly so scrappy? and 2) Why do these guys want to fight a girl?
There are four or five instances where I've come close to calling out. The first happened at the Lamplighter, where my gay friend Kyle and I were standing outside smoking. A young guy probably five inches shorter than me started bashing him with a bunch of homophobic B.S. I think I probably just told him to shut up at first, but he continued to yell these awful things across the patio, which just pissed me off more. We finally decided to walk down the street and get Mexican food, and as we did, I pushed this guy directly in the chest with one hand, which sent him stumbling, drunk, off the curb and into the gutter. Lucky for me, I suppose, he was too drunk to know who, or what, had hit him. So that was one.
The others have a similar bar theme, though not all of them involve drinking on my part. The next close call happened when I was bartending alone on a busy night and this short guy, who was being a jerk anyway, came in with a lit cigarette and while staring straight at me simply dropped the cigarette on the floor and twisted it out with his foot. The other two guys were also short and disrespecting me to my face, though one was just a small man in terms of moral character. He took my phone from my purse and called his phone after I told him I wouldn't give him my number. I think he also broke into his ex's house and stole all her underwear. But that's another story.
The running themes in these encounters is that I really don't like being disrespected, the guys that want to fight me are typically shorter than I am, and alcohol is usually within reach. The easy answer here is alcohol, but I don't think that's the whole answer. I go out all the time, I see short guys all the time, and I get disrespected on occasion - this is just the magic combination for flipping my fighting switch. And for some reason, my being tall, confident, and liqoured up is theirs. I'll leave you with your own theories on the , et al... though I'm sure Napoleon would have kicked my ass.
Looking back to the variety of the sort of fighter memes in the article, I try to imagine what I would look like on YouTube if any of the above actually had progressed. I think it's safe to say that I'd be pretty uncoordinated, about the whole thing, but that doesn't mean I would lose. One factor I haven't mentioned yet is the growing impatience and anger I have inside of me for mean people in general. It's true that it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Todo el mundo en la blogsfera (que bien quedaba decir esto hace un año y que rancio suena ahora) anda revolucionado por el anuncio que Martin Scorsese ha dirigido para Freixenet. Estas navidades la marca de cava ha decidido prescindir de burbujitas y las escaleras propias de musical de la MGM, para enfrentarse a los cuatro idiotas que les harán boicot por ser catalanes, con un corto del director de "Uno de los Nuestros".
Las únicas condiciones que le pusieron a la hora de rodar fueron 3; debía aparecer una botella de Freixenet, la palabra "Reserva" en el título del corto y un brindis.
Y al genio de las gafas de pasta se le ocurre un homenaje a Hitchcock; que se convierte en meta-homenaje al poner elementos que recuerdan a grandes películas suyas como Los Pájaros, Los 39 Escalones, La Ventana Indiscreta o la más retorcida con Encadenados, donde el leiv motiv de la película, era una botella de vino igualmente.
Aquí lo tienen
Y repasando, repasando uno se da cuenta que las marcas de bebidas alcóholicas tienen especial predilección por los directores de cine a la hora de realizar sus spots. He aquí mi top seven de anuncios de bebidas alcóholicas dirigidos y/o protagonizados por esos tíos que las agencias de publicidad deben creer unos borrachos.
LOS DIRECTORES Y EL CONSUMO RESPONSABLE
Akira Kurosawa y Francis Ford Coppola- Suntory 1979 (?)
Los dos directores son super coleguis y entre toma y toma se toman una copa de ésta marca de alcohol japonesa que en 2004 sintetizó la primera rosa azul de la historia. Gilipolleces que se encuentra uno en la Wikipedia.
Orson Welles- Paul Masson 1980
El director de "Ciudadano Kane" era un borrachín consumado, y prueba de ello son las de éste spot de champagne, donde se le ve completamente chuzado. Intuyo que en el anuncio de a continuación, tito Orson está bajo los efectos de la resaca.
Takeshi Kitano- Suntory 1982
El autor de "Dolls" o "Violent Cop" hizo carrera en la publicidad antes de dar el salto al cine. Y la marca Suntory de nuevo, le contrató para éste anuncio.
Robert Rodriguez- Martini 2007
Éste commercial que dicen los anglosajones lo podemos ver ahora en nuestras teles y está dirigido por el amiguete de Tarantino. Como curiosidad para quienes no lo sepan, el gesto de pasarse el pulgar por los labios del "chico Martini" está de Jean Paul Belmondo en "Al final de la Escapada"
Federico Fellini- Campari 1984
El director de "La Dolce Vita" o "Muerte en Venecia" se marca éste anuncio surrealista para la marca italiana de bebidas alcóholicas de color indistiguible al Bitter Kas del que es adicto mi abuela.
Michael Gondry- Smirnoff 1997
Otro que fue cocinero antes que fraile. Antes de dirigir películas como "Eternal Sunsihne of the Spotless Mind" o "La Ciencia del Sueño" era un reputado director de spots, como éste de la marca de vodka, que todo buen botellonero sabe que es más cara que Eristoff pero más barata que Absolut.
Sam Raini- Absolut 2004
Y he aquí un anuncio precisamente del vodka que un adolescente apenas se puede permitir. Del director de películas gore-friquis como "Evil Dead" que luego se pasó al cine comercial con la saga "Spiderman"
It may look innocent because of its similarity to the common condensed milk or whipped cream filled tubes. However, inside these tube there is a 10% alcoholic drink to which some school chidlren have taken a fancy. "Fakt" newspaper describes a new product that has appeared in shops and, sadly, in the local secondary schools in Lublin Province. "It is a very dangerous product," says Agnieszka Kopiel, an expert from The State Agency for the Prevention of Alcohol-Related Problems. "Young people are likely to be mischievious or want to cheat adults. And everyone knows the effect of even the slightest amount of alcohol on a growing child". Kopiel believes that the tubes should be clearly marked. "Children are capable of drinking from the tube even under a watchful eye of their parents. Who would suspect that these innocent looking tubes might contain alcohol instead of cream or milk," writes "Fakt". Luckily, not everybody is fooled. "I caught one pupil with a tube and he tried to make me believe it was milk. It turned out he was drinking alcoholic beverage with his friends," says a teacher from a school in Lublin Province. Fakt
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