the fruits of the vine are one of the great pleasures of life (at least my life, that is...)
I hope to recommend, on a monthly basis, one particular wine you might like to partake of.
For this months tasting, I have selected:
Riverby Estate, Marlborough, NZ.
2006 - Sauvignon Blanc.
As you may well know New Zealand is famous for sauv. blanc, and this wine is a great example. Passionfruit and melon flavours with just the right acidity to give this drop that freshness required.
Great with asian foods, fresh seafood or salads with a vinaigrette dressing.
Enjoy!
Tuesday 13 March 2007
Saturday 10 March 2007
...promised land...?
Some definitions to kick it off- not my own...
Promised Land
–noun
1. Heaven.
2. Canaan, the land promised by God to Abraham and his descendants. Gen. 12:7.
3. (often lowercase) a place or situation believed to hold ultimate happiness.
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
promised land
noun
1. an ancient country in southwestern Asia on the east coast of the Mediterranean Sea; a place of pilgrimage for Christianity and Islam and Judaism [syn: Palestine]
2. any place of complete bliss and delight and peace [syn: Eden]
3. the goal towards which Christians strive
WordNet® 2.1
Prom·ised Land (prŏm'ĭst)
n.
1. The land of Canaan, promised by the Lord to Abraham's descendants in the Bible.
2. A longed-for place where complete satisfaction and happiness will be achieved.
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Promised Land
–noun
1. Heaven.
2. Canaan, the land promised by God to Abraham and his descendants. Gen. 12:7.
3. (often lowercase) a place or situation believed to hold ultimate happiness.
Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)
promised land
noun
1. an ancient country in southwestern Asia on the east coast of the Mediterranean Sea; a place of pilgrimage for Christianity and Islam and Judaism [syn: Palestine]
2. any place of complete bliss and delight and peace [syn: Eden]
3. the goal towards which Christians strive
WordNet® 2.1
Prom·ised Land (prŏm'ĭst)
n.
1. The land of Canaan, promised by the Lord to Abraham's descendants in the Bible.
2. A longed-for place where complete satisfaction and happiness will be achieved.
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Friday 9 March 2007
Spoil or Fade (seconds)
I was once in a small acoustic pop band called 'the jolly beggars'. I thought I might publish some of our lyrics on this blog.
Spoil of Fade (Seconds).
Sitting in the loungeroom on a overcast afternoon;
there's dust on every surface, and work to do.
I've been here before, but it's not the same;
time passes quickley and things have changed,
and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one,
and so...
Well there's something in the air that I just can't place;
it's been such a long time since I've seen your face.
So much in the news, people talking so loud;
I can't hear myself think as the lights go out,
and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one,
and so life goes on...
Hanging out for the timeless place,
where the seconds rhyme and the trains aren't late.
Where all you lack are the things you've seen,
and a thousand years feels just like a day;
Won't spoil or fade.
Dreams come, dreams go;
as the world keeps on turning;
This narrative left untold,
and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one,
and so...
Hanging out for the timeless place,
where the seconds rhyme and the trains aren't late.
Where all you lack are the things you've seen,
and a thousand years feels just like a day;
Won't spoil or fade.
Standing on the platform, watch the trains go by;
another daily hit of the collective sigh;
all to Parramatta, the moments gone;
I'm standing on the verge of my future alone.
...and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one.
...and so life goes on...
Hanging out for the timeless place,
where the seconds rhyme and the trains aren't late.
Where all you lack is all that's been,
and a thousand years feels just like a day;
Won't spoil or fade.
Spoil of Fade (Seconds).
Sitting in the loungeroom on a overcast afternoon;
there's dust on every surface, and work to do.
I've been here before, but it's not the same;
time passes quickley and things have changed,
and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one,
and so...
Well there's something in the air that I just can't place;
it's been such a long time since I've seen your face.
So much in the news, people talking so loud;
I can't hear myself think as the lights go out,
and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one,
and so life goes on...
Hanging out for the timeless place,
where the seconds rhyme and the trains aren't late.
Where all you lack are the things you've seen,
and a thousand years feels just like a day;
Won't spoil or fade.
Dreams come, dreams go;
as the world keeps on turning;
This narrative left untold,
and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one,
and so...
Hanging out for the timeless place,
where the seconds rhyme and the trains aren't late.
Where all you lack are the things you've seen,
and a thousand years feels just like a day;
Won't spoil or fade.
Standing on the platform, watch the trains go by;
another daily hit of the collective sigh;
all to Parramatta, the moments gone;
I'm standing on the verge of my future alone.
...and so life goes on,
and time waits for no-one.
...and so life goes on...
Hanging out for the timeless place,
where the seconds rhyme and the trains aren't late.
Where all you lack is all that's been,
and a thousand years feels just like a day;
Won't spoil or fade.
...promised land...?
In what may be the greatest rock 'n roll song of all time The Boss aka. Bruce Springsteen sings, "...whooaa come take my hand, we're riding out tonight to case the promised land..."
Martin Luther King Jnr. famously exclaimed, "...I have seen the promised land."
In a great old hymn, most recently re-released by Jars of Clay on an album called 'Redemption Songs', the chorus repeats, "I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the promised land."
This blog definitely is not the promised land itself, but is an attempt at a dialogue (internally and hopefully externally) about what a promised land might look like... (the blog may digress at times, though the underlying intent will be there).
I have an instinct that the promised land is in fact all around us. We can taste it, see it, smell it, feel it... I also have an instinct that it is a long way away, barely visible through the haze, just above the horizon line...
What do you think? You will most certainly be hearing more from me.
Martin Luther King Jnr. famously exclaimed, "...I have seen the promised land."
In a great old hymn, most recently re-released by Jars of Clay on an album called 'Redemption Songs', the chorus repeats, "I am bound, I am bound, I am bound for the promised land."
This blog definitely is not the promised land itself, but is an attempt at a dialogue (internally and hopefully externally) about what a promised land might look like... (the blog may digress at times, though the underlying intent will be there).
I have an instinct that the promised land is in fact all around us. We can taste it, see it, smell it, feel it... I also have an instinct that it is a long way away, barely visible through the haze, just above the horizon line...
What do you think? You will most certainly be hearing more from me.
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