Walking in Bourgogne
Walking: feel sorry for the over privileged (or overreaching) people in sports cars, collecting cases of wine from a dozen vineyards in a day. They won’t feel the soil crack under their feet or commune with the gnarled roots of grape vines. Their mouths won’t water when thinking of their destination while resting under the only tree in the last three miles. They won’t drip with the same sweat that went into crafting their drink. They’ll never be present, instead always wanting just one more taste. They won’t put in that extra effort to get to know the wine growers they meet because there will be 100 more with the same shallow sales pitch. Walking was the perfect complement to the ancient art of winemaking; thank goodness the bike rental store was empty.
On a related note, you should threaten to break the fingers of the caviste after the first wine he serves you in order to gain his respect and get to the real stuff.
The Lecture is Dead
I was bored out of my mind in one of the few MQ18 lectures I have attended this semester. So, I wrote the start of a treatise.
Recruiting Muscle Fibers and the Biology of Wheat—Cultivating Vigilant Understanding
Ryan Holiday’s At the Core of It, posted yesterday, drew a connection for me today—
My Imagine Cup Baby is Leaving the Nest.
A screenshot of my Imagine Cup entry.
Slightly embarrassing confession: I just spent the last week that we had off from classes writing code for Microsoft Imagine Cup. I have an excuse: it’s tourist season and all of the hostels have ramped up their prices. Also, the deadline is in 17 days, and I won’t have much more time to work on the project with classes kicking back into gear.
How to impress a girl with your cooking
Life is about being prepared. It’s pretty safe to say that at some point in every guy’s life, he will find himself staring at a stove with a hungry female in the background. Here is how to come out on top of that situation.
[I apologize in advance for being over the top. Here’s the less exciting description: I’ve had to cook for myself for the last 8 months. I can still hardly crack an egg, but I have found a few recipes that are ridiculously easy as well as being tasty. This entry is about three of them.]