the zen of coffee

[caddyman]

After the fun of Sunday night, I slept the sleep of the just last night. Other than a quarter hour period around 4am where my bladder threatened to do the tango if I didn’t do something about it.

Hmmm. On reflection, you probably didn’t need to know that. Just re-read it out loud, syllable by syllable, from right to left and it will magically disappear from your consciousness. Or summon up a denizen from the underworld. Either way will take your mind off it.

Last night’s gaming session proved to me yet again, that of the members of the Athenaeum Club, I am the only one who understands the concept of the filter coffee. Because I was busy faffing around up in The Tower, colonel_maxim made the pot of coffee (which I ended up drinking almost in its entirety; we’re going to have to rethink the logistics of the coffee pot now forbinproject and jfs have left the group).

We have entirely different philosophies concerning the bean of the coffee bush. The good Colonel likes to take it weaker and sugar sodden, but in industrial amounts. Myself, I prefer it without sugar, and a little less frequently, but with enough coffee in the cup to enable me to walk the ceiling.

Thus it was that I found myself adding instant coffee to every mug I poured myself from the coffee pot to bring the flavour and caffeine quotient up to optimal levels. This does mean, of course, that I have to concentrate on such things as punctuation and even spaces between words.

But hey, coffee.

Comments

[ellefurtle.livejournal.com]

no ice cream? Just not being inventive...

and I like my coffee as God intended...black and strong with no contaminants!

Behold The Way

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Hand held coffee grinders: smell the blood of the beans, hear their gravelly cries for mercy.

Ohhh, it feels so good!

[sack-boy.livejournal.com]

There is a rather jolly (on occasion) comic called Too Much Coffee Man, which has refelcted on the processes of consuming coffee as Monsieur Balzac once commented:

http://tmcm.com/comics/078_balzac.gif

Coffee

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

Sorry I didn't help you with that pot of coffee, it smelled delicious.

I love coffee. It smells fantastic and it tastes like nothing on earth. I love that little rush, the feeling of AWAKE! that you can get almost anywhere. I love coffee in the morning, fresh filter coffee made by my stepmother when I'm on holiday or seized in passing from a tiny cafe in the station and savoured, huddled over, in the train, breathing in the aroma, blocking out the horrible dirty train. I love coffee at work, something slightly decadent at break, the sensation of thinking so clearly. I quite even enjoy being known for needing my coffee. I savour coffee in the evening, at the end of a nice meal somewhere.

I gave up coffee in January 2005 because it does nasty things to my digestion and skin, and because if I didn't get my morning coffee I was starting to get withdrawal headaches and paranoia...

I am probably still somewhat addicted to coffee despite giving it up - I still really really want good coffee whenever I smell it, catch myself making up all sorts of rationalisations about why I can have some, just one, today even though I've given up.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

You are all as mad as bicycles. Coffee smells okay, but tastes like flavoured mud. Gimme a Mountain Dew, and give it to me NOW. Ahh, the caffeine, the sugar, the unsettling resemblance to urine...