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This is kind of odd, but I've been pondering falling off the balcony in my apartment lately. It would be purely an accident. By no means am I having suicidal tendencies. Although, it is quite coincidental, being that I am in Seattle.
The thing is, it seems almost enticing: to fall a small distance with no safeguards. You would have a very short amount of time to think about it, but it would probably be somewhere along the lines of, "I hope this doesn't mess me up". I'd like to jump of the Fremont Bridge. Alec, I saw a bunch of pictures from the end of the school year that had you and your floor jumping off of a road that spanned over a body of water. You should show me this when you get back.
Earlier this week, I have managed to clean a bathroom and a kitchen, type a cover letter to submit to a most exquisite coffee roaster in hopes of employment and cooked oatmeal numerous times. Cleaning is an odd sort of pleasure for me. It's a delight to bring something from a state of filth to spotlessness. The interviewer at a recent job prospective enjoyed that greatly. Unfortunately, I did not manage to get the job. It would be nice to clean the rest of the bathroom soon. Being college males, my room mates are not very well versed in cleanliness. There's no animosity in regards to this. I can definitely live with the level of hygiene that the apartment holds. It would simply be really enjoyable to watch the bath tub go from caked in dirt to shining white. Sometime soon, I plan to do this.
I have been tasting and smelling coffee a great deal lately. Coffee is a delight. I love how much there is to light-roast coffees. The smells of chocolate, cinnamon, fruits and a lot of things I have trouble identifying. It's so peculiar, the regional differences that coffee displays. African coffee tends to have a lighter texture with a great deal of fruit notes, juiciness. One coffee, Ethiopia Mordecofe, has hints of blueberry and a slightly buttery texture and is reminiscent of blueberry pancakes. In two instances, I was able to sample two different coffees that were exemplary: Ethiopia Tega & Tula and Ethiopia Misty Valley. The former was simply a nice change of scenery while the latter was wonderful to behold. It is naturally processed, meaning that the coffee bean sits inside the flesh of the fruit for a longer amount of time and is allowed to soak up more flavors and natural sugars. The result is a very sweet smelling coffee similar to Ethiopia Mordecofe in taste. It was a privilege to sample for that one time. Latin American coffees are a whole other world. They have a nutty body and a lot of citrus notes: really bright. As for Indonesian coffees, I've not sampled much since getting back to Seattle. I hope to change this. I do know that they are much heavier than either Latin American or African coffees. They are herbal and earthy in taste, like soil or black tea. It's weird to say something tastes like dirt, but you'd have to taste for yourself and see what you get from it. Coffee is good.
Last week, during post-sermon worship, I was singing and ended up crying. It was a most unusual thing. I've never done this before. It wasn't due to a weighty sin that I had on my heart either. I was just particularly moved by the unmerited grace that we all receive. Despite all the transgressions that I've managed to commit, I am still acceptable in God's eyes due to the blood of Christ. Praise be to our Lord for this! I don't have much to say on this other than what I've said. God is so wonderful.
That's about all for now. Hope you are well and wish God's blessings upon you.
The thing is, it seems almost enticing: to fall a small distance with no safeguards. You would have a very short amount of time to think about it, but it would probably be somewhere along the lines of, "I hope this doesn't mess me up". I'd like to jump of the Fremont Bridge. Alec, I saw a bunch of pictures from the end of the school year that had you and your floor jumping off of a road that spanned over a body of water. You should show me this when you get back.
Earlier this week, I have managed to clean a bathroom and a kitchen, type a cover letter to submit to a most exquisite coffee roaster in hopes of employment and cooked oatmeal numerous times. Cleaning is an odd sort of pleasure for me. It's a delight to bring something from a state of filth to spotlessness. The interviewer at a recent job prospective enjoyed that greatly. Unfortunately, I did not manage to get the job. It would be nice to clean the rest of the bathroom soon. Being college males, my room mates are not very well versed in cleanliness. There's no animosity in regards to this. I can definitely live with the level of hygiene that the apartment holds. It would simply be really enjoyable to watch the bath tub go from caked in dirt to shining white. Sometime soon, I plan to do this.
I have been tasting and smelling coffee a great deal lately. Coffee is a delight. I love how much there is to light-roast coffees. The smells of chocolate, cinnamon, fruits and a lot of things I have trouble identifying. It's so peculiar, the regional differences that coffee displays. African coffee tends to have a lighter texture with a great deal of fruit notes, juiciness. One coffee, Ethiopia Mordecofe, has hints of blueberry and a slightly buttery texture and is reminiscent of blueberry pancakes. In two instances, I was able to sample two different coffees that were exemplary: Ethiopia Tega & Tula and Ethiopia Misty Valley. The former was simply a nice change of scenery while the latter was wonderful to behold. It is naturally processed, meaning that the coffee bean sits inside the flesh of the fruit for a longer amount of time and is allowed to soak up more flavors and natural sugars. The result is a very sweet smelling coffee similar to Ethiopia Mordecofe in taste. It was a privilege to sample for that one time. Latin American coffees are a whole other world. They have a nutty body and a lot of citrus notes: really bright. As for Indonesian coffees, I've not sampled much since getting back to Seattle. I hope to change this. I do know that they are much heavier than either Latin American or African coffees. They are herbal and earthy in taste, like soil or black tea. It's weird to say something tastes like dirt, but you'd have to taste for yourself and see what you get from it. Coffee is good.
Last week, during post-sermon worship, I was singing and ended up crying. It was a most unusual thing. I've never done this before. It wasn't due to a weighty sin that I had on my heart either. I was just particularly moved by the unmerited grace that we all receive. Despite all the transgressions that I've managed to commit, I am still acceptable in God's eyes due to the blood of Christ. Praise be to our Lord for this! I don't have much to say on this other than what I've said. God is so wonderful.
That's about all for now. Hope you are well and wish God's blessings upon you.