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"It's probably been five years since I tasted this oddball wine, I'm curious as to where it's gone. Same medium-pale orange color. A sniff, and BOY HOWDY THAT'S NICE. Rich creamsicle-whiteflower-laced smellies, limned by a gentle bookspine spiciness and underpinned by a firm stoniness. Far less muted than it has showed in the past, tonight it's an exuberant noseful, and the bright acidity and muscular pieholefeel make it a real pleasure to gulp down. OM NOM NOM."
 
originally posted by Jeff Grossman:
"It's probably been five years since I tasted this oddball wine, I'm curious as to where it's gone. Same medium-pale orange color. A sniff, and BOY HOWDY THAT'S NICE. Rich creamsicle-whiteflower-laced smellies, limned by a gentle bookspine spiciness and underpinned by a firm stoniness. Far less muted than it has showed in the past, tonight it's an exuberant noseful, and the bright acidity and muscular pieholefeel make it a real pleasure to gulp down. OM NOM NOM."

I'd say that was the Angeli La Lune, but he always used orange creamsicle to describe that one.
 
Awww, jeez. The ether keeps getting dimmer and thinner, and the number of trusty and anticipated voices winnows down yet again. Lisa, we've never met, but the vicarious sharing of your and Chris' adventures has made my life brighter. I grieve with you.
 
originally posted by Brézème:
Merde.
Une plume unique. Poétique.
Merci pour tout, Chris.
Pensées émues pour Lisa.

One of the gems who I met through Joe. That group, was a hard one, even with Joe as the guiding hand that delivered me. Notably Chris and Lisa (and Joe Dougherty) were always lovely to me, a kindness I never forgot. And as Eric said, une plume unique. Very sad news.
 
Let’s face it, we’re a funny little community. Our aggregate quirkiness is off the charts, and I’m sure many a psychoanalyst would have a field day going after the remote, at-a-distance, obsessive nature of many of our transactions. Something about lack of real relatedness, or using that term I really don’t like, “schizoid”.

But you know what, I couldn’t give a shit about all that. Fuck you I say. I personally have deeply enjoyed our community, our esoteric appreciation of wine, obscuriana, and even word play (though I personally don’t really relate to that). And unlike reading, hanging out on WD there is someone on the other end. We have fun, we share, and it is a good thing. The wonder of the web, finding communities and comrades such as ours.

Last week a group of us (slaton, Lou Kessler, Mark Anisman, Mike Dashe, Bob S, Jim Cowan, Jim Hanlon, Mme L, and I) got together to enjoy a visit with Mike and learn of his wines, have lunch, and drink great wines together. We were a funny, diverse crew by personality and temperament. We had such a great time, even though many of us didn’t know each other. It was a highlight of the Mme and my vacation, and we deeply appreciated everyone coming out to welcome the out of towners. A fine community I would say.

I deeply regret not having met Chris in person. I looked forward to his posts, and more than once during his hiati I found myself doing searches for old posts of his to get a fix. He was so good. I always felt a bit of a rush of happiness when he responded to one of my posts. And that was just the little peek into him based on his writing.

I envy the New York community and your connectedness and also I am so sad for you to have lost such a great, close friend. Nothing at-a-distance about that. Obviously it’s been a really tough few years for you, and at least speaking for myself but also I think the rest of the WD community we offer our condolence and support.

Wishing us all the best, and thankful for the fun and life Chris brought to us all, both near and not so near.
 
originally posted by Mike Evans:
A check of the Internet Archive Wayback Machine reveals that much of Chris's writing hasn't been lost. Here are a few of my favorites:




Mike,
Any chance you can find the one he wrote after 9-11. I think it's date was 9-15.
Many thanks for these.
Best, jim
 
originally posted by Florida Jim:
originally posted by Mike Evans:
A check of the Internet Archive Wayback Machine reveals that much of Chris's writing hasn't been lost. Here are a few of my favorites:




Mike,
Any chance you can find the one he wrote after 9-11. I think it's date was 9-15.
Many thanks for these.
Best, jim


Fortunately, this index page appears to work for now:
 
originally posted by Florida Jim:
originally posted by Mike Evans:
A check of the Internet Archive Wayback Machine reveals that much of Chris's writing hasn't been lost. Here are a few of my favorites:




Mike,
Any chance you can find the one he wrote after 9-11. I think it's date was 9-15.
Many thanks for these.
Best, jim

Here you go: https://web.archive.org/web/20150906072830/http://www.compleatwinegeek.com/sept15.html

And here are links to the Essay page and front page:


 
I reread Chris's masterpiece about the Sept. 15, 2001 jeebus just now with a different sense of sadness than we all had that evening nearly 16 years ago. For many years now, I have lived 2 blocks from what was once La Rocchetta and is now Osteria Cotta. Laura, the kids, and I ate there just 2 weeks ago, sitting upstairs where festivities like the Sept. 15, 2001 birthday jeebus always took place. Whenever I'm there, the sense of history and good cheer is palpable (for me). Now it will be even more so. If you read Chris's piece and you go there, even if you never met him, you will feel it too.
 
originally posted by Jayson Cohen:
I reread Chris's masterpiece about the Sept. 15, 2001 jeebus just now with a different sense of sadness than we all had that evening nearly 16 years ago. For many years now, I have lived 2 blocks from what was once La Rocchetta and is now Osteria Cotta. Laura, the kids, and I ate there just 2 weeks ago, sitting upstairs where festivities like the Sept. 15, 2001 birthday jeebus always took place. Whenever I'm there, the sense of history and good cheer is palpable (for me). Now it will be even more so. If you read Chris's piece and you go there, even if you never met him, you will feel it too.
Of the many articles written about the aftermath, this is the one I have always remembered.
Best, jim
 
originally posted by Jonathan Loesberg:
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
Here, here.

Hear, hear. I wish you had misused "begs the question," though, so I could get on that hobbyhorse one last time for Chris.

Now that you mention it, losses such as this beg the question of why do we wait for people to pass before we tell them how much they mean to us, how much they have enriched our lives. And BJ's response begs the answer that when a community is diminished in this manner, we have to express how much the community means to us, how much it has enriched our lives, before it, too, whittles away through death and indifference.
 
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
originally posted by Jonathan Loesberg:
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
Here, here.

Hear, hear. I wish you had misused "begs the question," though, so I could get on that hobbyhorse one last time for Chris.

Now that you mention it, losses such as this beg the question of why do we wait for people to pass before we tell them how much they mean to us, how much they have enriched our lives. And BJ's response begs the answer that when a community is diminished in this manner, we have to express how much the community means to us, how much it has enriched our lives, before it, too, whittles away through death and indifference.

Thank you for justifying, if only ex post facto, one last ride on this hobbyhorse. Folks, when you want to raise a question, don't beg. It's not dignified. Remember, Chris wouldn't have done it.
 
originally posted by Jonathan Loesberg:
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
originally posted by Jonathan Loesberg:
originally posted by Oswaldo Costa:
Here, here.

Hear, hear. I wish you had misused "begs the question," though, so I could get on that hobbyhorse one last time for Chris.

Now that you mention it, losses such as this beg the question of why do we wait for people to pass before we tell them how much they mean to us, how much they have enriched our lives. And BJ's response begs the answer that when a community is diminished in this manner, we have to express how much the community means to us, how much it has enriched our lives, before it, too, whittles away through death and indifference.

Thank you for justifying, if only ex post facto, one last ride on this hobbyhore. Folks, when you want to raise a question, don't beg. It's not dignified. Remember, Chris wouldn't have done it.

It is obvious which letter is missing, but I'm amused by how well it illustrates how important a letter can be, as the phrase makes sense with a juvenile appeal if the letter is added that doesn't change the pronunciation of the misspelled word.
 
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