Saturday, December 12, 2009

My Christmas Wishes



The world is a miserable place this Christmas season. Unemployment is sky high, people are losing their homes, Tiger Woods is taking this eighteen holes thing too seriously... I'm having a terrible time getting into the holiday spirit. It just doesn't feel like Christmas to me. Sure, I know it's Christmas. I can always tell by the return of the Clapper commercials. And Chia pets. (Have you seen the new Marvin Shanken Chia pet? Just add water and it sprouts greenhouse gases. Just like the real thing!) So all the normal signs of Christmas are about, but, I don't know, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. The whole season feels empty to me, almost meaningless, an empty exercise, like the Wine Enthusiast Top 100 Wines. Sure, I can put on a facade and pretend that I've got the Christmas spirit. Dress up like an elf and pretend I'm Mike Grgich. But I don't want to. The wine world has worn me down this past year, the whole wine blogging circus has completely eroded my faith in humankind. I'm a wayward sheep looking for a shepherd, a lost lamb looking for its flock, a paid advertiser looking for his 90+ score. I'm finding only disappointment in my stocking this Christmas, and it's usually in my pants. Things need to change.


I believe in wine and the wine business. I believe that wine is proof that God loves us and doesn't mind if we drive drunk as long as we don't talk on cellphones. I believe that God created yeast so that beer and wine and bread and urinary tract infections would remind us of His grace, and of the burning bush. I believe that wine serves to remind us that all men are created equal on the 100 point scale. Men are all 89's; women are all 97's. I believe no one who truly loves wine is capable of selfishness, greed, jealousy or chastity--the world's biggest horrors--but gluttony, yeah, baby, we got gluttony. I believe that wine has enriched Western culture more than poetry, more than the Enlightenment, more than baseball, more than Russ Meyer movies. Wine flows through my veins like sap flows through Alice Feiring's. And more than anything this holiday season, more than a case of great Chateauneuf-du-Pape, more than a fan letter from Gerald Asher, more than an appearance by Jancis Robinson on Maury Povich, I wish for the following:


A truce between the folks who believe in Stelvins and those who like corks. It's crappy vineyard management, lousy winemaking and obnoxious critics that ruin wine for everyone more often than corks. Hey, I'm no fan of TCA, I'm like Robert Blake's wife, I'd rather be screwed than plugged, but it's time this holiday season to live and let live. Both closures are here to stay. Let's move on.


Forgiveness for the biggest fools among us, Hardy Wallace, Gary Vaynerchuk, Alder Yarrow. Forgive them, Father. They know not what they do. Forgive Hardy Wallace for chasing so hard after 60 Grand at the expense of integrity, a future in the wine business and any chance of credibility at selling any wine that doesn't taste like it's blended by people in a Diane Arbus photograph. Forgive Gary V for promoting the image of wine expert as buffoon--rude, overbearing, filled with braggadacio, hot air and payola, unaware of the stink he spreads on all of us. And forgive poor Alder who mistakes indefatigability for talent, tastebuds for kitchen sinks, and attendance with popularity. Forgiveness is a hallmark of the holiday. I'm sure I could also use a dose.


A truce between Robert Parker and Andy Blue and James Laube and all the other wine reviewers and the torrent of wine bloggers. Hey, Bob and Andy and Jimmy, stop crapping on all the wine bloggers. Face it, boys, all wine criticism is based on factual
misrepresentations, not just the criticism bloggers aim at you--both numbers and credentials are basically imaginary. Almost everybody has too much of the former and too little of the latter. Why should bloggers be any different? Or more objective? Let's face it, we're all in this for the same thing. We think we know more about wine than the next guy and we want to be paid for it. In money, or free samples, or admiration, or showgirls. We're in the business of promoting hooey. When critics dump on bloggers, they're dumping on the people who've paid their salaries for years and years. When bloggers dump on critics they debase the job description they long to put on their resumes. In the words of the late great Rodney Strong, "Can't we all just get along?"


Everyone adopts the Million Point Scale. Stars, Puffs, 89's, they all need to go the way of 8-Track cassettes, Pong and the Rhythm Method. We need hundreds of thousands of points tossed around like midgets in a bowling alley! Why argue about a few dismal points when tens of thousands of points will do? The 100 Point Scale is so Second Millennium! Time to think big. Time to step up and score like the Big Boys. This is my Christmas wish.


I know that my Christmas wishes won't be granted. 2010 will be filled with the same rancor as 2009, the same ugliness, the same petty debate.


God, I hope so.



7 comments:

Samantha Dugan said...

Thought I was going to have to fly up there and put your Grinchy ass over my knee, but you pulled it out there in the end.

erwindink@gmail.com said...

"Forgive Gary V for promoting the image of wine expert as buffoon--rude, overbearing, filled with braggadacio, hot air and payola, unaware of the stink he spreads on all of us."

I'm just quoting you because those words bear repeating. In fact, here they are again:

"Forgive Gary V for promoting the image of wine expert as buffoon--rude, overbearing, filled with braggadacio, hot air and payola, unaware of the stink he spreads on all of us."

I'd do it again but I don't wanna cause you any grief with search engines.

Charlie Olken said...

I'll never give up my stars. Never. Do you hear me?

But, in the spirit of Christmas, I may be willing to compromise. How about a million-star system? I could just rename my rag: The Tinkerbell Guide to Wine.

As for getting rid of all the 89s, I quote you, "Women are 97s; men are 89s".

Frankly, I don't get it. All those 97s need us. Without us, what are they? Sure, Mary did not need us, but let's not take this Christmas thing too far.

Ron Washam, HMW said...

My Gorgeous Samantha,

OK, OK, I'll delete that last line.

I adore you.

Erwin,

Well, Gary V is laughing all the way to the bank, signing book contracts, getting awards from Wine Enthusiast, and I'm doing this for absolutely nothing.

Seems about right.

Puff Daddy,

So you're the one guy who figured out my secret 89 code in this post. Two stars to you.

I actually think the Million Star System could catch on. But maybe call your mag "Hollywood Boulevard Guide to Wine." Nah, Tinkerbell is better. Then I can call you Poof Daddy.

Ron Washam, HMW said...

My Gorgeous Samantha,

OK, OK, I'll delete that last line.

I adore you.

Erwin,

Well, Gary V is laughing all the way to the bank, signing book contracts, getting awards from Wine Enthusiast, and I'm doing this for absolutely nothing.

Seems about right.

Puff Daddy,

So you're the one guy who figured out my secret 89 code in this post. Two stars to you.

I actually think the Million Star System could catch on. But maybe call your mag "Hollywood Boulevard Guide to Wine." Nah, Tinkerbell is better. Then I can call you Poof Daddy.

By the way, where you been? Thanks for checking back in, despite the stain it puts on your reputation to post here.

Anthony said...

The million point system would be pretty interesting to see. Lol. Good read, and I hope Christmas gets a little better for everyone this year.

Anonymous said...

Is there an echo in here?

Is there an echo in here?

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If Mr. Olken adopts a Million Star score card, then he will be dubbed The Carl Sagan of Wine. But he will have to change the name of his publication to Connoisseur's Guide to Wines of the Universe.

ANONYMOUS I