Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
I admit I use the social networking site Facebook. It is excellent in the slaying of extra swaths of time in a day. It is pointless and deathly, like so many of our obscurer pleasures. (Though, in truth, Facebook is more a tic than a pleasure.)
However, this evening (it's evening in Paris; night hath fallen, etc.), I've opened Facebook and discovered that there is, as with Twitter-feed posts or other applications, a CellarTracker app.
Oh, good lord. Do I want to know that Soandso just added 3 magnums of 09 Foillard Cte du Py to his cellar?
Is this the ever-tinier byte of wine natter?
Actually, as I write this, I'm cottoning to it. I can simply "Like" the person's purchase. What a coddling forum. It's the insta-version of putting on a new piece of clothing and turning in all directions in front of one's sister/parent/friend.
How do I look in my 09 Baudry?
However, this evening (it's evening in Paris; night hath fallen, etc.), I've opened Facebook and discovered that there is, as with Twitter-feed posts or other applications, a CellarTracker app.
Oh, good lord. Do I want to know that Soandso just added 3 magnums of 09 Foillard Cte du Py to his cellar?
Is this the ever-tinier byte of wine natter?
Actually, as I write this, I'm cottoning to it. I can simply "Like" the person's purchase. What a coddling forum. It's the insta-version of putting on a new piece of clothing and turning in all directions in front of one's sister/parent/friend.
How do I look in my 09 Baudry?