('Course I live IN the CA Wine Country.. but I mean that the SF Chron has a whole daily Wine section, never mind the perpetual local obsession.. Factoid: Ch. Petrus [the Messiah of Merlots] = $600 a bottle nowadays.)

I suppose that stuff like above is ~~ where $Interest shall be focussed amidst the bored, spoiled, overpaid-class as ever seeks new distractions -- while abstracting the sights of the demolition all around (car window shading facilitates that Not Looking dance, while enroute from suburban hideaway through the mean streets --> The Office). We're becoming world Experts at eye-aversion from the obvious.



ie Yawn.
Just whistling past the cemetery - only now, even that 'whistle' is canned too: an iPod will supply the soundscape from Gated Community\ufffd --> Secure Garage.