Swedish Pop Music Has Taken Over My Brain

A couple days ago Giles convinced me to watch The Trip, a 2011 film with Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon. Coogan is on assignment for The Observer to visit several well-renowned restaurants throughout the UK, and when his girlfriend backs out at the last minute, he asks his friend Brydon to come along. The movie is very funny and the pair do several impressions of actors including Michael Caine, Sean Connery and Woody Allen, but it was their singalong of ABBA’s “The Winner Takes It All” that did me in.

Later that night I was up until 3 in the morning listening to ABBA songs. THREE A.M. It’s not like all their songs were fantastic, either. If you pay attention to the lyrics many of them don’t make much sense. It’s the melodies that suck you in – they are catchy. Momcat had several ABBA singles on 45s that she enjoyed.

What’s worse are the videos. Dear God, the videos.

There’s a clear formula to most ABBA videos:

1. Show the band members performing some activity together, such as eating, drinking, playing a board game.

2. Alternate between showing Agnetha and Frida singing, their faces wracked with emotion and longing for Bjorn and Benny.

3. Alternate between shots of Bjorn and Benny looking suggestively at the camera, their faces wracked with cool Swedish reserve toward their beloveds.

4. Alternate between shots of all four band members singing, looking happy.

5. Alternate between shots of Agnetha, Frida, Bjorn and Benny walking away from the camera, only to turn and look back as if to say, “You miss me, right? I know you do. I KNOW YOU WANT TO GET WITH THIS. But you blew it.” (This would all be said in Swedish, of course.)

6. Some camera tricks that reflect the latest in mid 70s-early 80s cinematography, such as morphing faces into each other, mirror images, etc.

My favorite example is the video for “When All Is Said and Done,” which came out in 1981. I think I have this song on an old K-Tel album.

Now it seems I’ve gotten more into ABBA than I anticipated. I can’t stop listening to their songs on Spotify, or looking at videos on their VEVO channel. I have fallen down the rabbit hole and wound up in Stockholm. Any minute now Steve the Mighty ‘Mo is going to bang on our shared wall and tell me to turn down “Waterloo.” Though this is really all Giles’ fault. Him and Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon. Damn them all.

Here’s the Story of a Lovely Winery – Story Winery, That Is

A few weeks ago I got an email from Margaret over at Nanny Goats in Panties inviting me to a special wine tasting/educational event at Story Winery over in Amador County. I went for two reasons: 1. it was free; 2. it involved wine. I’m simple like that.

About a week before the event she sent out another email to say we needed to wear farm-friendly shoes. I found this particularly amusing, since when I think of wineries I think of Lucy and Ethel in a giant vat stomping on grapes with their bare feet. Surely going barefoot would be considered farm-friendly, right? I presented this to Giles, who is much more astute than I am about these matters.

“They said ‘farm friendly’ because they didn’t want to use the R word,” he said.

“R word? What’s that? Riesling?”

“No, rattlesnake.” Guess I’ll be wearing sneakers, then.

Ms. Chick from Limit Reached carpooled with me over to Amador County, which is a little less than an hour from downtown Sacramento. We gossiped and chatted and made derogatory comments about other drivers. Nothing makes a trip go by faster than making derogatory comments about mobile home drivers who are oblivious to the chain of cars behind them.

When we got there, we missed the sign that pointed us to where we would be getting educated about wine. Instead we walked over to the tasting room area and got to try two wines: a 2010 Miss Rose and a 2009 Chenin Blanc, both of which were very light and lovely. Then with the help of the tasting guy and another staffer, we figured out we needed to go back down to where the wine is made.

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Brian explains who - I mean what - bud break is.

Story Wine’s director of marketing, Cinde, and the assistant winemaker Brian, were our instructors. Winery owners Bruce & Jan were also there to tell us about how they got involved with the winery, how the vineyard is maintained (they do dry farming, which means no irrigation), and how they are going organic. Pro tip: if you drive by a vineyard and you can see that there’s all sorts of weeds and plants growing between the rows, there’s a very distinct possibility that the grapes are certified organic or in the process of becoming certified organic.

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Jan told this vine it was her favorite and made it swear not to tell the others.

Jan is known as the “vine whisperer”, because she goes out and talks to the vines to keep them thriving. They also play music for the vines.

“What kind of music do they like?” I asked Bruce.

“Classical, mostly.”

“What about R&B?” Some of the younger vines might dig a little Lou Rawls, I figure. Or Barry White.

He just laughed, so I’m guessing I touched on a trade secret.

They make predominately Zinfandels, which always make me think fondly of meals with Aunt Gigi and Uncle Ned, as they are big fans of the Zin. At one Christmas dinner, a little tipsy on Zin, I staged an attack on the elaborate table display of porcelain Dickens-era holiday revelers using my box of animal crackers. The lion went in for the kill, then the rhinoceros  came out.

“He’s going to attack!” said my cousin Sasha, sitting across the table from me.

“No, he’s a peaceful rhino,” I said, marching him through the village and over to the nativity scene by the sweet potatoes.

But I digress.

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These vines like Rachmaninoff.

The Zins we tasted at Story Winery were all quite good, and I bought a bottle of their Miss Zin to share with Giles over a nice cut of beef. However, I think my favorite Zin was actually the barrel tasting of a 2011 Alitia Vineyard, right before Ms. Chick and I headed back to Sacramento. I feel a little weird using the phrase “mouth feel”, but damn if that wine didn’t make my mouth feel like I was eating Brie or some other really good, creamy cheese.

Which leads me to the two questions I still have about wine:

1. How is it that wines have aromas and/or taste of substances other than grapes? Brian said it’s from the fruit used, but I still don’t get it. How can one wine smell and taste a little like currants (or cassis, if you want to get all fancy like Ms. Chick) and another smell and taste like green pepper? Does it have to do with the soil? Pollination? More importantly, will trying to figure out the answer to this question keep me from drinking more wine? Doubtful.

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It's pink wine! And it's in a box!

2. Why does White Zinfandel have such a bad reputation? I asked this question out loud and it got so quiet, you’d have thought I’d said, “I am really disappointed that Rick Santorum has dropped out of the presidential race.” Cinde said that there was a period of time when Zinfandel grapes were used only in blends, and that it wasn’t until the 1970s that White Zinfandel became popular thanks to Sutter Home. But that still doesn’t explain why there’s little love for a wine that accounts for about 10% of the U.S. wine sales by volume. Yes, it’s sweet, sometimes too much so. Yes, it’s a gateway wine for many people, who (like me) go on to try other wines. But if that’s the only wine you ever drink, does that make you wine-dumb? I say no. I am now very tempted to show up at parties with some Franzia White Zinfandel and see if I get thrown out.

All in all, it was a lovely afternoon with the folks at Story Winery and my fellow bloggers. They have a fantastic view of the Cosumnes River Valley from their picnic area.

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View from Story Winery onto the Cosumnes River Valley

The staff at the winery are gracious and kind and [may] laugh at your jokes. If you’re ever in the area, be sure to stop by Story Winery for a tasting.

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When I saw this view, I was tempted to sing the opening lines of "The Sound of Music", but I wasn't wearing the right skirt.

My Life as a Bag Lady

About a month ago I went to the library to have my summer reading bingo card registered in their system. Just for participating they gave me a reusable bag. And for the first time I could remember, I thought, “Another freakin’ bag?!”

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The bag I got from the library for participating in Summer Reading Bingo.

See, there was a time when I was all about acquiring bags. Backpacks, book bags, grocery shopping bags, tote bags, laundry bags, little bags, medium bags, casual bags, work bags, bags with a snap, bags with a zipper, bags with a bazillion pockets. I loved and wanted them all.

Now I have reached the tipping point and I am done with bags. I hope.

There is a stash in my trunk of bags for shopping. In the green bag I have five additional bags: an insulated one for frozen/refrigerated items, one with 6 compartments for carrying bottles, and three random bags.

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The bags I keep in my trunk for shopping.

I use this green and white bag from Aunt Gigi’s ranch for groceries from Trader Joe’s. She likes Trader Joe’s a lot so she’ll appreciate that.

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The logo for Aunt Gigi's ranch is on the other side, but I don't think she'd like it if I showed it here. Because then people might think she's accepting visitors and conducting tours, which she is not.

There are three other bags in my trunk that aren’t being used for shopping. This bag says it’s full of emergency supplies to last for 72 hours. As you can see I am well prepared for any emergency.

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My emergency supply bag: empty.

My idea of an emergency is being someplace overnight and not having deodorant or a clean shirt to wear. So I have this bag (also from Aunt Gigi) that has toiletries, a couple pairs of underwear, a t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie in it.

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My not-quite-an-emergency bag, with toiletries, a few items of clothing and a pen in it.

Early last year I picked up some maps at AAA. They used to use small plastic bags you could repurpose as a garbage bag for your car. Now they are all eco-friendly with their blue reusable bags.

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This bag is full of maps and stays in the trunk. Because that's the best place for maps when you're driving and you don't know where you're going and the GPS isn't working right.

Aunt Gigi likes to use tote bags as Christmas stockings. This red bag was one of my favorites from her: it has a top zipper and all sorts of little pockets on the inside.

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This red bag has lots of pockets inside and out, plus nice long handles. I often use it to haul small loads of laundry back and forth from the laundry room.

There is the purple bag I bought a few years ago because it had an OM on one side and I thought it would be a cool bag for taking to yoga. I haven’t taken a yoga class in over a year.

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Purple bag with OM symbol - one of the few bags I actually paid for.

There are the bags I got from Momcat’s collection. She was also a big lover of bags. The Washington Metro bag (top) has been around probably just as long – the Metro map on the bag shows the Green Line as being in progress, but it’s actually been completed for several years now. I use it for hauling laundry to Giles’ place when I don’t have enough quarters to do laundry at my building. The Smithsonian one (bottom) has been around since the early ’80s and was often used as a library book bag. I have been using it to hold the crap I am trying to sell on eBay.

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Two bags from Momcat's collection

Then there are several bags I received as a thank you for attending an event or participating in something. (Yes, that’s the bag from the library on the left. Weird how these bags are all green.)

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Three recent additions to my bag collection.

This Target bag was a freebie in an issue of Vanity Fair about 3 years ago. It’s made of this thin nylon so it’s good for sticking in another bag, just in case the first bag gets too full and I need another one.

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This bag is good for carrying in a purse or other bag because it folds up nicely.

But sometimes a casual canvas or nylon bag emblazoned with advertising for a product/service/vacation destination will not do. Enter the work/play bags.

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The bags I use for carrying around my laptop and work stuff.

I got the lilac bag from Target several years ago. T-Wizzle is going to be mad when she sees this picture because it reminds her how she saw this bag in white and wanted it, but did not buy it. I don’t know why she didn’t, it was only $25 and it’s a fantastic bag. But I better shut up now before she gets even more pissed off.

The brown bag is my fall/winter work bag – I’m using it currently even though it is not quite fall here in Sacramento. I don’t know when we will actually see autumn weather, but I figure if I use the fall/winter bag, it will come. Maybe.

The backpack is for when I am schlepping around a bunch of crap in addition to my laptop and I don’t want to dislocate my shoulder carrying around the lilac or brown bag.

For those times when the big bags are too big, I have small bags.

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This bag is the oldest in my collection and one of my favorites.

Aunt Olivia made this blue denim bag for me when I was in the single digits, which was twentithirtyish years ago. It’s still in great condition, aside from some fraying of the fabric on the handles. I like using it to haul around my e-reader, journal and some pens.

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T-Wizzle's fun design just for me, the blue-eyed badass.

Several years ago T-Wizzle was into making designs for t-shirts, tank tops and tote bags. She made this one just for me: it says Blue-Eyed BadAss and has a cartoon of a brunette with blue eyes on it. I used to use it to carry my lunch to work, back when I still worked in an office. I figured if the fridge broke and it was being cleaned out and they were trying to find out what stuff belonged to what person, I could say, “Mine’s the one that says ‘Blue-Eyed Bad Ass’.” Kind of like Jules from Pulp Fiction.

By my count, that makes 22 bags. I don’t even own that many pairs of shoes. At this rate I’m gonna get my Girl Card revoked.

Not Quite Carrie Bradshaw Yet

“So my editor loved the piece I wrote for October and asked me what ideas I have for the November issue.”

“That’s great!” Giles exclaims. He’s a great friend to tell good news to, because he’s genuinely happy for you. T-Wizzle is the same way, which is exactly the reason why they are my two closest friends. That, and they pour drinks with a heavy hand. Both are excellent qualities to have in a friend.

“And she asked me if I wanted to write several short items for the November issue.” I tell him the figure she quoted. He is ecstatic.

“That is wonderful!” Giles is full of exclamations today. “You want to come over for dinner later? I have chicken we can stir-fry.”

I say yes, of course, because even with all these writing assignments I’ve been racking up over the last two months I still have a fridge full of condiments and not much else. Writing for a living is great; it’s the pay-on-publication part that sucks.

I suck down a couple gallons three glasses of water to tide me over until dinner at Giles’ place. He lives just a few blocks away so we hang out together often. I go back to finishing up the first part of what will be a five- to six-week-long writing project, which I landed thanks to a friend of a friend who recommended me. It also pays very well, and there’s potential for more assignments, so that pleases me.

At 6:35 I head over to Giles’ place. He lives in a fabulous building just off Capitol Park – great views, high ceilings, fireplaces. The place has had its share of famous residents. Giles is not famous, though he knows a lot of people in town. Being involved in the media will do that.

He lets me into the lobby and we take the elevator up to his apartment. Even though it wasn’t extremely hot outside today, it was warm enough that when I open the door to his place the cool air hits me right away. It feels so cool and lovely that I want to lie down right there in the foyer. But I refrain because I am sober.

Since he just got back from walking to a nearby market, he suggests sitting down for a while with some cocktails. Never one to turn down a cocktail, I agree.

“Wow, you’re like a Lifetime movie about that woman,” he says after a swig of beer.

“What?” This is a joke he picked up from Zach Galifianakis. We say it every time we are flipping through cable channels and we pass a particularly heinous movie title such as “Mother May I Sleep with Danger?” or “Too Young to Marry.”

“In those movies the woman is always a magazine writer and she lives in this huge apartment in New York. You’re Carrie Bradshaw!”

“My apartment isn’t big enough,” I remind him. “And how in the hell did she afford that huge apartment plus $300 shoes on a writer’s salary? She was only writing for the Post. Or was it the Star?”

Giles waves his hand at me. “It was a tab, all the same thing.”

“Still, I do fantasize about having a column someday,” I confess, looking down at my now-empty wineglass. How did that happen?

“Columns aren’t what they once were,” he says. “Used to be a lot of klout saying you were a sports columnist for the Chicago Tribune. Now with blogs that doesn’t really exist – you might be one of several people contributing content.”

“It would still be cool, but I’m no Carrie Bradshaw,” I say. “I would definitely have to move to a bigger place for that to happen.” I look down at my slightly chipped home pedicure of OPI’s I’m Not Really a Waitress and my $5 Target flip-flops which have already been repaired with Super Glue once. “And I would need better footwear.”

Moxie does not live here - yet. Photo courtesy FreeCityGuides.com

Weird Things Seen on the Street #36

Slices of bread on the sidewalk

Saw these slices of bread next to a covered water main near Giles’ place. As I was taking a picture of it he came out to dump his garbage and said, “Oh, that’s been there since yesterday.” I’m surprised no rodents had carted it off yet. Templeton would have.

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