it's been pizza-oven hot the last few days. excruciating in an urban environment, with concrete everywhere mocking you and tossing hotter heat in your face. hair and clothes just melted from the shortest walk from point a to point b during daylight hours.
we always get hot muggy snaps in summer and i always bitch. we also now are subject to the tired "it's global warming." "no, it isn't," debate. call it "climate change", like sex-pervert/nobel laureate al gore, or "anthropogenic climate change" for an even bigger mouthful for a simple concept: it's gettin' hot in here.
the last few days in my wine class discussing champagne vines in england and potentially delicious reds from the rheingau within my lifetime, (latitudes too northerly to be considered even 10 years ago for such plantings) i was reminded of conversations with winemakers and vineyard owners. some of whom have been farming their land for over 400 years and some for several decades. whether it's many volumes from an alsatian, or a few books from a guy on spring mountain, they all say the same thing. it's gettin' hot in here. an unmistakable, inexorable, upward climb. but just like the "intelligent design" proponents ignoring science and the glorious serendipity of evolution, we have just as many, if not more, loons running around sayin' it just ain't so. jeebus.
if only those wine-guys would get together and publish their data. they have no agenda, just truth. and the personal worry that future generations may not share their culture of the grape because it's just too damn hot in ribeauville to grow riesling anymore.
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