Wine of the Week

This week we have a quaffer from Costa Brava, Spain--a fairly new viticultural region in northeast Spain, close to the Pyrenees. It's 60% granacha blanca and 40% macabeo, one of those obscure Spanish grapes you never hear about outside of Spain. You can find it for around $10-15 bucks at your local wine shop. It's a nice spring/summertime sipper, with a floral bouquet, citric fruit, and even slight acidity. It's light, but like an entertaining story, has a beginning, middle, and an end. 83 points. ( PS: I've decided to get off the tannins/antioxidant craze for a bit. Stay tuned for more white wine reviews, including the amazing '05 vintage of Rieslings.)

Guest Blogger

Many exciting things are in store for Bohemigrant. Guest blogger Duke Nobbins of the Society of Nobbins/Chinese Laudromat will soon make his blogging debut.

Also, the sex offender of the week is Efim Bronshteyn of Bath Beach, Brooklyn.

woot

who wouldn't want their kids wearing one fo these.

On the Attack

Props to Armenian Jewish chess machine Kasparov for trying to check Putin's scale-backs of democratic institutions. After all, I don't see Viswanathan Anand decrying train bombers from Bangladesh. Still, this guy is in serrious danger of having an accident in the next 2 years, or being taken out by a reprogrammed Deep Blue. Tread lightly, Garik.

Douchebag Brotherhood

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Wine Review

Rosso dei Monti comes from the Montefalco region of Umbria. It's a mix of Sangiovese and Sagrantino, a native Montefalco grape. It came highly recommended from the vendor and some douchebag at the checkout who didn't know what he was talking about. Grade-school nose followed by about 2 seconds of straightforward fruit. Light and smooth but bland in the mouth. Good for a picnic or a barbecue. 75 points.

funny link

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this is pretty funny

Immigrants Against Violence

New York, NY (April 17, 2007)

In light of yesterday's horrific slaying at Virginia Tech, Bohemigrant would like to reaffirm its steadfast commitment to this nation and its laws and customs. We would also like to remind everyone that both of its co-founders are holders of American citizenship naturalization certificates.

perfect strangers the remake

Looks like the trend of remakes continues to flop. This latest remake of a classic tv show recieved only 1 star out of 4.

Revolution Now!

In a bid to displace the Eyeman from headlines, one crazy refugee makes his move. It seems the Berezovsky-Kasparov Jew Cabal's nefarious plot to bring Putin to his knees is in full swing.

TV-Shopping

In many ways, I'm still a kid. But that's what happens when you lead a sheltered existence--even a sheltered immigrant existence. So, when I needed to trade in my 14-year-old TV set for a new one, I brought my dad along to PC Richard, the torch-bearer of semi-sleazy chain electonics stores now that Nobody Beats the Wiz is no longer a factor. Knowing what I wanted, I approached a guy named Max, one of those Midwesterners with a perfect smile who look as foreign in Bensonhurst as an African on the North Pole. Max had a hypnotically reassuring demeanor that agreed with me before I uttered a word, and convinced me that I was right to buy whatever I chose, unless I didn't want it.

After he made the sale, Max skeptically, but gently, accepted my refusal of the extended warranty. He also informed me that I qualified for a PC Richard credit card with $5,000 of credit. He was positively shocked with this nice surprise. Again, I declined. Still, a beautiful bond was forged with the swipe of a debit Master Card. Life was great and full of happy, smiling salesmen named Max--even in Brooklyn.... Until, the box.

Max, eager to start a new friendship with the Italian couple with a flurry of alarm-system questions, hastily returned from the stockroom with my LCD (yeah baby!). We were ready to exit when Dad, ever watchful, noticed a huge tear in the cardboard. I sighed and interrupted Max from his friendly pitch, "Umm, Max, there's a tear on the side of the box."

"Oh yeah, they are all like that--want me to show you the other boxes? We don't work like that," he vouched, anticipating my thoughts, "we're not Harry's--we're PC Richard!" he demurred.

I was satisfied but Dad remained skeptical. Max was back at it with the Italians. "Let's see those other boxes," Dad said. This is the part where I usually get annoyed at Dad's officiousness, argue, create a scene, only to either do exactly what he asked in the first place, or leave and be lectured about my lack of audacity. But I, too, suddenly became disatisfied with Max's offhand dismissal of the huge fucking tear in the box, staring at me like the slit throat on a hog. Friends or not, he had to be held to account. "Uhh, Max?"

"Yes, more concerns?" Max was still cordial, but made his remarkable patience known.

"We're going to need to see that box now," I said, with a hot-off-the-presses receipt in lieu of a badge.

"Aww, geez, God...Lou?!" he called to the portly Italian man who was leaning against a camera display case. "We're going to need to see another box." Max then excused himself from the customers and swung around the box. The expression on his face changed from annoyed professionalism to annoyed apology. "Aaah, I see, I thought you were talking about the scratches on top. Sorry about that, I misunderstood."

Seconds later, a pristine sealed box appeared next to the damaged one, and I bid Max adieu, one friend poorer, but one almost certainly non-refurbished TV richer. I love my dad.

Wine of the Week

Bohemigrant's wine of the week is a 2004 Cousiño-Macul Antiguas Reservas Cabernet Sauvignon fom the Maipo Valley in Chile.




An earthy attack rich with native terroir releases a nose that hints of vanilla and herbs, followed by a fruity palate including blueberry, currant, and cherry. This is a medium-bodied wine meant to be popped open and glugged today. Score: 87 (from a non-Cabernet fan).

Chingui!

Where is Sacha "Baron" Cohen on this one? With no Borat movie to promote, who will provide a satire of the "Russian space nerd" blasting off into space from Kazakhstan? Is Kazakhstan a technologically advanced, oil-wealthy nation? Why have we been misinformed by Borat? I am waiting for the mock skit to hit the internet. In the meantime, let's all celebrate this historic space jaunt by pissing on our respective car tires, a long-observed consmonaut tradition.

Egress

This may be news to some of you. To others, it may rank somewhere between clipping your nails and the latest cricket standings. However, for one long-suffering Bohemigrant, today is the last day in the employ of Satan, and it that can't be named. However, it makes one wonder--is it possible to escape the death-grip of Murray Hill/Grammercy Park? 3 jobs and counting, we shall see.

To Wash, or Not to Wash

Countless "research studies" show that the number of people professing to wash their hands after using the loo far exceeds the numbers of people observed in the act. I can see random strangers in divey bars and bus stations readily dispensing with the time-consuming anachronism of washing your hands after handling your anus, member, and/or balls. What I don't understand is a coworker in a small office flagrantly doing this on a daily basis. Especially a coworker who finds enough time to brush teeth after every meal/snack. Seeing this individual later hand packages, shake hands, and high-five someone over a sports-spectating triumph, I can't help but see his urine-saturated hands performing these activities. I have never been an informant, but I am tempted to go Elia Kazan on him.