After spending considerable time inside in the company of books and mostly theoretical articles, one may easily become a bit of a book-worm. That is, lose the 'touch' on things. The world (I said it, uh) becomes something not only seen through theoretical glasses, but one in which theory really matters, almost all the time. Therefore it was a real delight to actually do something, for once (articulated in structuralist-mythological language this 'doing' could be expressed as something like a series of utterances in a zero-order language). The task was to take part in this year's vendimia.
