coffee / kopi / copy
(6:19 pm)
The coffee shop that J + I frequent has decided to embrace a new brand of coffee that doesn't sit as well with both of our taste buds. It's a pity, because we are regulars here, and bad coffee at a familiar coffee shop is kind of like when you're chatting with a good friend with bad breath -- the solution to both is a curiously strong mint.
The upside to this is that we decided to venture beyond the usual today...and go to the next familiar coffee shop we frequent when the other is full. This one is next to a bookstore (which means we browse but rarely buy, before we curb our money-spending-tendencies with caffeine). A few years ago, I wrote a whole anthology of poems at this coffee shop -- angry, anthropological ones, before I met J. They ended up being in an ornate self-published paperback that maybe less than 20 people in the entire world own a copy of. (Maybe an ISBN number and an Amazon Merchant account is in order...)
I didn't always like to go out in public to do my private work, but it's a necessary norm, living in San Francisco. A friend of mine recently wrote a blog post about the advantages the city of San Jose has over SF. To be fair, it's perhaps the space and sunlight I envy the most -- but as a girl who occasionally dreams of moving to New York (still), and who has masochistic tendencies (who doesn't?), moving in instead with a significant other into a dark apartment that faces a wall is probably the most likeliest of outcomes. I envy having a view with good sunlight and a large desk, but at least I have a closet that is semi-soundproof with a keyboard and a makeshift duct-tape mannequin:
Somewhere in the midst of all this, a girl can dream -- but until then, there is a familiar coffeeshop, a smiling barista, and hopefully, a tasty latte.
The coffee shop that J + I frequent has decided to embrace a new brand of coffee that doesn't sit as well with both of our taste buds. It's a pity, because we are regulars here, and bad coffee at a familiar coffee shop is kind of like when you're chatting with a good friend with bad breath -- the solution to both is a curiously strong mint.
The upside to this is that we decided to venture beyond the usual today...and go to the next familiar coffee shop we frequent when the other is full. This one is next to a bookstore (which means we browse but rarely buy, before we curb our money-spending-tendencies with caffeine). A few years ago, I wrote a whole anthology of poems at this coffee shop -- angry, anthropological ones, before I met J. They ended up being in an ornate self-published paperback that maybe less than 20 people in the entire world own a copy of. (Maybe an ISBN number and an Amazon Merchant account is in order...)
I didn't always like to go out in public to do my private work, but it's a necessary norm, living in San Francisco. A friend of mine recently wrote a blog post about the advantages the city of San Jose has over SF. To be fair, it's perhaps the space and sunlight I envy the most -- but as a girl who occasionally dreams of moving to New York (still), and who has masochistic tendencies (who doesn't?), moving in instead with a significant other into a dark apartment that faces a wall is probably the most likeliest of outcomes. I envy having a view with good sunlight and a large desk, but at least I have a closet that is semi-soundproof with a keyboard and a makeshift duct-tape mannequin:
Somewhere in the midst of all this, a girl can dream -- but until then, there is a familiar coffeeshop, a smiling barista, and hopefully, a tasty latte.