My friend Matt Gonzales passed away Monday morning. He had a gentle soul and will be missed by many.
A huge baseball fan, lover of old movies and friend to all.
Rest in peace, dear friend.
--Katie Scarlet Cook
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
New List Added
I added a new list to my blog on the left side column. It is titled Recent Wines I Recommend. I do not pretend to be a sommelier, but I want to keep this list for two (selfish) reasons.
1) I can always go back to this list before going to the store. I tend to lose the scraps of paper that I normally write wine names on.
2) This will make me be more adventurous in my wine purchases. I tend to get the same two or three labels every time.
I really enjoyed the Carlos Basso Dos Fincas' Cabernet Sauvignon.
I added a new list to my blog on the left side column. It is titled Recent Wines I Recommend. I do not pretend to be a sommelier, but I want to keep this list for two (selfish) reasons.
1) I can always go back to this list before going to the store. I tend to lose the scraps of paper that I normally write wine names on.
2) This will make me be more adventurous in my wine purchases. I tend to get the same two or three labels every time.
I really enjoyed the Carlos Basso Dos Fincas' Cabernet Sauvignon.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Celebrating W.H. Auden
W.H. Auden was born in England 100 years ago today. Read NPR's article here.
I like his poetry. Like many people, I first heard his poetry during the movie "Four Weddings and a Funeral" that included this famous poem during the funeral scene:
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Copyright© 1940 by W.H. Auden.
W.H. Auden was born in England 100 years ago today. Read NPR's article here.
I like his poetry. Like many people, I first heard his poetry during the movie "Four Weddings and a Funeral" that included this famous poem during the funeral scene:
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Copyright© 1940 by W.H. Auden.
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