teas

waking at 2:30 this morning feeling the oncoming of a vicious migraine, i knew this would be a difficult day. and so far, it's lived up to my expectations for it.

i decided to try a new tea i've gotten called "ontario icewine white". i have to say that this has quickly become one of my favorite teas. the concept of flavoring white teas has always eluded me, but this one seems to be different. first, when dry its aroma borders on overwhelming, but that dissipates once steeped. holding the cup in my hand as i type, i would describe the aroma as a mixture of berries and grapes, and the taste as a smooth, sweet juice.

google always helps when you're not familiar with something, so i did a couple searches on "ice wine", "ice wine white tea", "ontario ice wine", etc. i stumbled on quite a remarkable tea review blog, which has since been linked to in my links box. check it out here, too!

so, in case you're curious, icewine is first a dessert wine that is made with frozen grapes. it is also a flavor used for many purposes, one of which is tea. it seems that this flavor is mostly used with black teas, but obviously mine was a white.

here's the picture of it:




has anyone else tried this? let me know how you like it.

oh, and i just couldn't post a blog without letting you know that the CEO of GM called global warming a "crock of shit". ooooook. boycott those bastards.

today

this morning on the trolley a woman lividly stood from her seat to move toward more comfortable space. she exclaimed quite loudly at the woman away from whom she moved, "learn to speak english! it's going to come to the day that you'll need to!" i immediately wondered if this situation was caused by her race, economic status, or the method of thinking she adopted from her culture. how does switzerland do it?

this afternoon the dust melted away from my windshield. my car had been impounded for two nights, and the thick dust turned to mud when mixed with my windshield wiper fluid. i feel sorry for the people working there.

this evening i struggled to make conversation because the stress is pulling me down. i can't find anything interesting to say about myself, about what this person is uttering, or about the future. what else is there to talk about? i wonder if this will ever be easier.

tonight i saw a radiantly beautiful girl and thought about if it will be easier to turn away from her when i'm married. will girls like this always catch my eye, and, if they will, is it ok that they do? i couldn't believe how easily my heart became softer when i saw her smile, but what about my own lady? am i already betraying her? upon the first glance, indifference, but as her smile raised her lips far above her teeth exposing her gums and her thick-rimmed glasses ascended with her wrinkling nose and her small white teeth taking precedence over her nerdy appearance, wonder and marvel at her dazzle.

now i'm not yet asleep but already dreaming of remaking my past. perhaps things didn't happen in the straightforward way i remember, and that the alternative was the actuality. instead. what if. move on. optimism. that's life.