I’ve got a great blog post that I’ve been working on for the last few days. It’s not particularly lengthy, but it is something of a thought-out piece. That is, as opposed to the normal twaddle on this site.

What, you want a preview?

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away…

There’s your preview. Happy?

Didn’t think so.

Gregster

…and by that, I mean the Downtown’s…

I’m tired of downtown. After 10 years working there, I’ve begun to wain. It’s just so much activity all the time.

I’m ready for something magical to happen to sweep me out of downtown and somewhere else where I can prosper without being asked for change every time I step out the door.

Gregsta’

It’s another Monday full of excitement and routine.

You should know that I’m lying about the excitement part, right? Right.

I’m beginning to understand why cube dwellers and middle managers find themselves drawn to fantasy and sci-fi novels. The real world is, well, too real. Boring, one might add. It’s one of those crazy things about being early or mid-career. Everything that’s immediately around you lacks severely in the ‘exciting’ factor.

I’ll watch CNN or Fox news before I start reading that fantasy/sci-fi stuff, though.

Conversely, my life isn’t what one would readily call ‘exciting’ either. Nobody wants to hear about how I slayed Malware (okay, Gooch might) or crossed the street legally 5 times in a row to get to my office. B-O-R-I-N-G! Nope. What’s a guy like me to do? I find everything around me mediocre and unexciting this time of year.

Make shit up? Nah, boring. Besides, I couldn’t lie my way out of a paper bag.

Knock over a few 7-11’s and pop caps in some pimps? Please, I’m too much of a wuss.

Join a bowling league?

Maybe.

Time to prepare some taxes.

Gregsta’

Part of the joy of being me is the constant ingesting of wine. It’s not always fine wine, but better-than-3-buck-chuck. Most of the time.

How is it that something in nature can so easily be turned into an amazingly intoxicating solution? The mind boggles. It boggles even more at the casts of thousands that turn their nose up willingly to the fermented goodness in the name of morality or righteousness.

Aside from the arguably insane eschews, I think the Catholics and Episcopalians (know as ‘Catholic Light’) have the right idea. Communion is by far my favorite right of passing. I didn’t learn to appreciate wine from my delinquent juvenile friends. Nope. I learned it by worshiping Jesus and drinking out of the chalice held by Father Stevens.

If Jesus were alive today, he would own and operate the most amazing vineyard in the world. In fact, he would have the advantage of being able to harvest rainwater, perform a little magic trick, and have caskets of fine aged wine. Try THAT, Mr. Beringer.

My appreciation of the grape is constantly growing. It seems I cannot find a bone in my body that doesn’t yearn for the delicacy. It is in fact my weakness. Who knew that would be my destiny? As a child, I always saw myself as a purveyor of fine electronics in adulthood. How I am grateful (as my wife undoubtedly is)  that didn’t actually come to fruition.

Finding your passion in life is something that we all must do, or be forced into an adult life of mediocrity. There is no wrong answer for a passion (unless it’s illegal or hurts people). Your passion should give you joy, no matter what it is. Depending on your ambition in life, it may even bring you a very easy paycheck.

Off to the store to find some new wines to try at dinner this evening!

Gregster’