On July 18, 2016, an intergalactic dust storm - Mendacium Collocatio – plowed into earth, broadsiding North America. It modified the brainwaves of half the people it hit, and created synaptic disruptions in them, for which we are just beginning to understand the ramifications. It also appeared that those who were affected also acted as transmitters of turmoil, impairing about 20% of the people they came into contact with. It was during a hotly contested political campaign, and this was not noticed for what it was. It was thought at first that the activities of people were aroused due to their emotional connection to one or the other candidate. We are only learning now that was not the case. The earth had been hit with the equivalent of 15,000 kilotons of this cosmic micro dust, 10,000 times more powerful than the bomb that exploded over Hiroshima. And while the dust storm didn’t spread toxic and lethal radiation like a nuclear blast, it nonetheless caused widespread disruption. And it has been theorized that it made the human population on earth more susceptible to dormant viruses lying in wait, creating a confluence and causing a Perfect Wave scenario. The last time this planet experienced such a Perfect Wave was 66 million years ago.
Sunday, November 22, 2020
Sunday, November 15, 2020
An introvert’s guide to Italy (and Italian wine) in the era of Covid-19
It’s been
an incredible journey
By now, you’re
pretty sick of staring at the screens. The Zoom calls, the virtual wine
dinners, the Instagram Live events. You’re tired of the “stories” that Facebook
hoists on you mercilessly like robo calls from the latest MAGA-PAC.
Inotherwords, you want to go back to Italy. But there are a few problems, the
first not being Covid19. You’re an incurable introvert. So, what to do?
Sunday, November 08, 2020
How to die with an empty wine cellar
When I first
starting out buying wine to collect, it was slow going. I’d recently moved to a
new state and town, was a single dad with custody of a toddler and was working
in a restaurant. Money was tight. I had a little space under the stairs of our
apartment, but it was in no way perfect for storing wine. But I wasn’t thinking
about collecting, let alone perishing.
Sunday, November 01, 2020
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