Robins with caterpillars, click for full size.
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A story of an illicit wine, one with a history of a hysterical hunt to destroy these vines with bad blood in them. This wine is still illegal, and I have to say after reading the story, that I’d love to get my hands on a bottle, it sounds delicious.
“This cuvée hails from the tiny, remote village of Beaumont, where it’s been perfected by five generations of local winemakers,” whispers Borel. For the past 84 years, the French government and, most recently, the European Union, has sought to eradicate Beaumont’s grapevines due to their American “blood.” Although the vines are French-American hybrids, they are more than 140 years old. Beaumont’s Association Mémoire de la Vigne makes just 7,000 bottles a year.
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“This wine should be celebrated as others are,” says Hervé Garnier, the 66-year-old Association Mémoire de la Vigne president and founder. Garnier loves Beaumont, which is situated in Cévennes National Park along France’s highest mountain range, and is home to groves of chestnut trees, wild boar, and high rocky cliffs. Its centuries-old stone buildings have terracotta roofs and rocky terraces, and are etched into the hillsides overlooking the Beaume River. Since its founding in the 11th century, sheepherders have practiced transhumance—moving herds to summer in alpine meadows—by way of traditional paths. They are some of the last in the world to do so.
“What wine do you think they carry when they go?” fumes Garnier. “For 150 years, the Cuvée des Vignes d’Antan is the taste of this land. And yet, a ridiculous archaic law tries to destroy it!”
Indeed. If it wasn’t for Garnier and a group of unruly older winemakers, Beaumont’s wine would be lost to history.
The village of Beaumont; it’s location in a national park makes its wine a nationally protected folkway. Courtesy of Hervé Garnier.
You can see and read much more at Atlas Obscura.
Brenda Goodman, “Impending” (2018), oil on wood, 80 x 72 in (courtesy of the artist). © Brenda Goodman.
Fifteen months ago, Trump was just beginning to embrace his new position of power but now he’s well into the dismantling of our democracy. My emotions are whipped around all day long. Mothers are torn away from their babies at the border. Families living good, productive lives here are sent back to “where they came from” — a place some of them hardly know. The reversal of all that Obama put in place to protect our environment. The destruction of an educational system that was once the best in the world. The attack on our press, which is treated like an enemy. Taking away our rights as he edges closer and closer to a dictatorship. And the lies. The constant lies. So that we can hardly find truth anymore. So many gut-wrenching changes.
I have nothing to add here. You can read more at Hyperallergic.
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The Company of Undertakers. William Hogarth, Laid, 1736. Subject: Mapp, Sarah (d.1736), Taylor, John (1703-72), Ward, Joshua (1685-1761), Dod, Pierce (1683-1754), Bamber, Dr., Quacks & quackery.
From Nightjar, most below the fold, click for full size!
It seems that Jim Bakker thinks he has the most awesome superpower of electing presidents, and that’s why he ended up in prison. Yep. Nothing at all to do with the fraud and tax evasion. Besides, back in the day, people like Tammy Fay better than you, Jim.
“The church elected Ronald Reagan,” Bakker said. “And one of the reasons—I have been told by so many people in high places—one of the main reasons they put me in prison is they thought I was going to get with Pat Robertson and endorse Pat Robertson for president. They said, ‘Jim Bakker elects presidents, we must destroy him.’”
I would happily eat one of my hats with a tasty sauce if one person on this planet besides Jim himself had ever said “Jim Bakker elects presidents, we must destroy him.” As for Pat Robertson’s “run”, I was there for that one. He didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. You were arrested, convicted, and sent to prison because you’re a greedy asshole of a criminal, Jim, and not much has changed. The egos on these lunatic christians, unbelievable. Nothing but a raw craving for power.
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Le mal de tete. Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Headache, Depiction of Pain.
La Colique. Charles Ramelet / Honore Daumier, Lithograph coloured. Subject: Cholic, Depiction of Pain.
My latest flowers from Rick, such a gift. They are not only beautiful, but highly perfumed, their wonderful scent fills my studio. Click for full size.
From rq: Wallpaper, wall art. This is an abandoned school down the southern half of the country. The first is layers of wallpaper/paint (couldn’t really tell), the second two are a local artist’s work for a nature-focused show that used the building as canvas and location. Click for full size!
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