Myths Perception

Red or white with abducted redneck?

I'm back in the saddle again, albeit not actually in a saddle, more like a standard desk chair with a sprung lumbar support and a creaky wheel, but I'm back--for a couple of weeks.

I haven't got my copy of Winemaker magazine yet, but I did see the new issue is up on the web, including the full text of my feature on Winemaking Myths. Bob Heinlein once said that reading your own works wasn't necessarily shameful, but you shouldn't do it in public, and you should wash your hands afterwards, but I can't help myself. In addition to wincing over poorly constructed bits that my (tireless and faithful) editors may have missed, I get to see where the Almighty Spellchecker of Language Imperialism has made things needlessly funny. Best one this issue, I went from talking about a poorly vinted wine to a poorly 'vented' one. I guess it's getting a bit stuffy in there! But I'm proud of the article, as it actually took a lot of research, aided and abetted by folks from Winepress who threw in their favorite myths.

Ah the days of wine and roses. Today's day in history is St. George's Day. He's the fellow credited with dragon-wrangling. The religious St. George isn't credited with any such thing, but it's a great borrowed legend about chivalry and grumpy lizards, and although George was an Anatolian Greek, he's the patron saint of England (as well as a lot of other places) as well as the Boy Scouts--seriously, on my honour as a Scout. Traditionally the day is celebrated by wearing a red rose on your lapel.


I simply would not have picked Petey Trudeau for a Scout, although with all the canoeing, it should have been obvious.

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