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Thursday, June 22, 2006
Jason's Recipe for Jam.
I hold my hand up in front of my face. Arm cocked and bent at 45 degrees like its on display at the gun show. I cross two fingers not to beg for luck, but to show you how tight we are. I bite my lip as I say it and I squint one eye with the other one leveled on the sights between the duo of digits. "Me and coffee are like this..." is what I say with a sugar cube of attitude. Then I uncross my fingers but keep them locked together and bring them closer to my nose to get a good whiff of my travels.
I use the same body language but with a different hand sign for other select phrases such as, "I rule!" wherein I simply make a fist held up close one ear and on occasion pump it into the sky.
"That (or this) is the Jam!" calls for the shaka in which only the thumb and pinky are extended while the arm freestyles any kind of autograph in the air, moving in harmony with how the words are spoken. I usually put the emphasis on Jam, tending to add an extra syllable at the end, sounding like "Jam-a!" bringing my arm around from the side in a downward motion across my stomach as if Im slicing into a soft and delicious fruit. A good way to remember this move is that this is the first step in how you actually make jam.
My favorite phrase, "Fresh" is often paired with both hands and follows a synchronized snap of the two. I allow the Sh sound to linger in a loud whisper while my two hands take the shape of pointer fingers, aiming at whatever I thought was of the highest quality. It would go like this in the cafe: Snap, Freshhh, and Point. Make it clear you are not only satisfied, but altogether mystified by the greatness of the latte that is before you. I cant stress this technique enough for those on a budget. You wont need to tip so tall if you show your appreciation with such blessed behavior.
So I was saying, Me and Coffee are like this. Were tight. We hang out a lot. We drink together, eat together, ice cream and dessert together. And you know what they say, those who snack together, crap together. We do it all. I even had a vision that my first child will be coffee colored. I sure hope so. That could also mean I might marry an Indian woman which would make me the most stoked. Until then, I wish I had a best friend whose name happened to be Coffee. I could start calling Toca that I guess. He is both bold and brown after all, and usually lifts me up when I'm feeling down.
Jason's Recipe for Jam.
I hold my hand up in front of my face. Arm cocked and bent at 45 degrees like its on display at the gun show. I cross two fingers not to beg for luck, but to show you how tight we are. I bite my lip as I say it and I squint one eye with the other one leveled on the sights between the duo of digits. "Me and coffee are like this..." is what I say with a sugar cube of attitude. Then I uncross my fingers but keep them locked together and bring them closer to my nose to get a good whiff of my travels.
I use the same body language but with a different hand sign for other select phrases such as, "I rule!" wherein I simply make a fist held up close one ear and on occasion pump it into the sky.
"That (or this) is the Jam!" calls for the shaka in which only the thumb and pinky are extended while the arm freestyles any kind of autograph in the air, moving in harmony with how the words are spoken. I usually put the emphasis on Jam, tending to add an extra syllable at the end, sounding like "Jam-a!" bringing my arm around from the side in a downward motion across my stomach as if Im slicing into a soft and delicious fruit. A good way to remember this move is that this is the first step in how you actually make jam.
My favorite phrase, "Fresh" is often paired with both hands and follows a synchronized snap of the two. I allow the Sh sound to linger in a loud whisper while my two hands take the shape of pointer fingers, aiming at whatever I thought was of the highest quality. It would go like this in the cafe: Snap, Freshhh, and Point. Make it clear you are not only satisfied, but altogether mystified by the greatness of the latte that is before you. I cant stress this technique enough for those on a budget. You wont need to tip so tall if you show your appreciation with such blessed behavior.
So I was saying, Me and Coffee are like this. Were tight. We hang out a lot. We drink together, eat together, ice cream and dessert together. And you know what they say, those who snack together, crap together. We do it all. I even had a vision that my first child will be coffee colored. I sure hope so. That could also mean I might marry an Indian woman which would make me the most stoked. Until then, I wish I had a best friend whose name happened to be Coffee. I could start calling Toca that I guess. He is both bold and brown after all, and usually lifts me up when I'm feeling down.