JUNE 2026
It’s amazing how much can change in a month.
After spending the majority of May in the doghouse, the ol’ ball & chain and I have made up. You see, this woman is an opportunist – it’s what I admire most about her – and after watching videos about the AI revolution, she has determined that I am uniquely situated to thrive in this new reality. What a lucky man I am. Soon, she claims, all the skills that hold me back from financial gain – using excel; crafting sensical emails – will be moot. My expertise in standing around and handing people wine for a Seder will be in demand. AI doesn’t have hands, she says. They cannot pick a wine that tastes good for Seder either, because they don’t have mouths, nor can they comprehend religion. Obviously, AI will find solace in the scriptures someday, but I know better than to argue when she sees dollar signs. Scientists would argue that AI doesn’t blabber about their relationship when you want to buy wine, but that’s a part of the textured experience that those nerds don’t understand. They also don’t understand the value of a dollar. This Picpoul from Bonny Doon up in Monterey is a clean, fun take on a traditional French varietal. And for a whooping $15 bucks, you can elevate your summer picnic with a dry, crisp white. Plus it’s a twist off - that’s something anyone with hands can appreciate. |
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