<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, grapes of wrath]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, grapes of wrath]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/grapesofwrath http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/grapesofwrath <![CDATA[LA Wine Fest Is Here: Whatever You Do, Don't Order The Merlot]]> Act like a Sideways snob for two days during the Third Annual LA Wine Fest with a smattering of other oenophiles. You can taste over 500 wines during the festival (there’s booze, too, for those of you who don’t know the difference between cabernet or chardonnay). By then end of it, you might be giving speeches about how “wine is alive,” and how you root for pinot because it’s “thin-skinned and temperamental.” Merlot fans can rejoice—the varietal has bounced back after the initial smack-down in the movie where Paul Giamatti's character whines, "No, if anyone orders Merlot, I’m leaving. I am not drinking any fucking Merlot!”

Though the costs to attend the various events are steep— $90 gets you entrée to Georg Reidel’s comparative taste testing on Saturday at 6:15, using his cool stem-less glasses (considering that plebians never hold wine glasses the proper way, might as well do away with those bothersome, lame stems); the 7:30 Riserve Dinner featuring eight courses paired with nearly as many wines and spirits is higher still, at $125. But the regular events are more reasonable at $45 for a day pass. On both days, there are featured speakers and food pairing discussions (wine and cheese, wine and olive oils) with winery directors, sommeliers, and food writers. Maybe you will finally be wine-smart enough to get a date with Virginia Madsen, too. Hopefully, you won’t blow it like this sad sack did.

LA Winefest: July 12 and 13th, Raleigh Studios, 5300 Melrose Ave., Hollywood.

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<![CDATA[Drugs! Anti-Semites! Restless Arm Syndrome! All This And More On Today's 'View']]> Leave it to the ladies of The View to somehow connect the dots between Amy Winehouse, anti-Semitic poets, and something Joy has termed "Restless Arm Syndrome." Following Amy's big night at the Grammys, a spirited debate broke out regarding the age old conundrum of whether or not artists should be publicly lauded if they also happen to be drug addicts. While we are thankful that those questions never get raised about bloggers, Hot Topics such as these are tailor made to bring out the best — and by best, we mean worst — in this Hasselbeck-less stable of bittys.

While Whoopi held steadfast on the pro side of the issue, the cons were represented by Babs and Sherri. Things get interesting for a bit while Whoopi and Sherri debated the various means of consuming marijuana (Whoopi to Sherri: "Have you ever smoked [pot] in a glass pipe?"), but when the floor gets turned over to Joy, the conversation suddenly and strangely turned toward the oeuvre of Ezra Pound. In what is surely Pound's first mention on daytime television this decade, Joy wants it known that it's okay to enjoy his poems despite the fact that he was a rampant anti-Semite. Alrighty then! Despite the fact that these four brainiacs never really got around to settling their argument (do they ever?), we can all rest assured knowing that no stoner was left unturned in this hot button debate for the ages.

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