Coffee Culture
Well after a brief hiatus it’s good for me to report that coffee is back in my daily routine. I’ve been meaning to touch upon coffee topics for a while now, but haven’t had the right words in my head. I think I do know.
Coffee is joy for me and a lot of people in my social circles. It is a substance that really bonds people together. Like beer or whiskey, coffee can make a stockbroker and a plumber exist on the same plane. Is it the aroma, or is it the caffeine? Is it the taste or is it the nature of the culture which surrounds it?
When I say culture I mean the language and the unheard dialog that bounces between two or three fellow drinkers. I may not know you, but if I walk down the street and you have a steaming Styrofoam cup in front of you, we have something in common. If we both have steaming Styrofoam cups then we are having an unheard conversation. I’m saying to you, “Oh yeah, you know what I’m talking about baby. We are really enjoying this moment aren’t we?” Perhaps that’s a bit psycho. Perhaps not. It remains to be seen. I don’t really care.
As far as I’m concerned if you like coffee and drink it up like a baby sucks on a baba-milk, then well we are buddies for that moment in time.
Now, I’m pretty hard-core when it comes to coffee. I like it strong and black. Please don’t put anything in there. I enjoy the initial punch I get when I take that first whiff and then open up the gullet. You just can’t escape the sense of joy that exudes from the pores.
Everybody has coffee stories. I must relate a time in my life when I went overboard for about a year. It was back in the trenches of the cubicles and I had my own coffee pot between me and my cube-mate, who shall remain nameless (CNR). It was a cheapie little Gevalia pot that held about 3 cups worth. But we’d brew that sucker non-stop from 9 till 11am and then hit it again for an afternoon soirée. What this does to your nervous system remains a mystery but let me tell you, my piss was brown and had a very quaffable aroma. I was pissing coffee. But it was fun. I certainly got my work done. Because when you are cracked out on caffeine you can’t just sit there and daddle. You must organize. You must put things in their places. OCD and caffeine go together nicely I might add.
So let’s go old school and do some surveys. Because I know most of you are coffee drinkers lets talk about it. I will put my answers below the questions. You do the same.
1.How do you drink it?
Black and strong baby.
2.How many do you drink per session?
At least 2. 1 won’t do.
3.What’s your poison?
My props without a doubt go to Dunkin Donuts coffee. Without question the best stuff on earth. A close second would be Café Bustelo, the yellow can. This is very strong stuff as is. I make it even stronger than it has to be.
4.Styrofoam, Porcelain, plastic, or metal?
I still have my Northeastern Porcelain mug and that’s the place my coffee should be.
5. Do you have a coffee story?
I already told one.
So that’s it.
I’m back baby.
Late,
Dee
Coffee is joy for me and a lot of people in my social circles. It is a substance that really bonds people together. Like beer or whiskey, coffee can make a stockbroker and a plumber exist on the same plane. Is it the aroma, or is it the caffeine? Is it the taste or is it the nature of the culture which surrounds it?
When I say culture I mean the language and the unheard dialog that bounces between two or three fellow drinkers. I may not know you, but if I walk down the street and you have a steaming Styrofoam cup in front of you, we have something in common. If we both have steaming Styrofoam cups then we are having an unheard conversation. I’m saying to you, “Oh yeah, you know what I’m talking about baby. We are really enjoying this moment aren’t we?” Perhaps that’s a bit psycho. Perhaps not. It remains to be seen. I don’t really care.
As far as I’m concerned if you like coffee and drink it up like a baby sucks on a baba-milk, then well we are buddies for that moment in time.
Now, I’m pretty hard-core when it comes to coffee. I like it strong and black. Please don’t put anything in there. I enjoy the initial punch I get when I take that first whiff and then open up the gullet. You just can’t escape the sense of joy that exudes from the pores.
Everybody has coffee stories. I must relate a time in my life when I went overboard for about a year. It was back in the trenches of the cubicles and I had my own coffee pot between me and my cube-mate, who shall remain nameless (CNR). It was a cheapie little Gevalia pot that held about 3 cups worth. But we’d brew that sucker non-stop from 9 till 11am and then hit it again for an afternoon soirée. What this does to your nervous system remains a mystery but let me tell you, my piss was brown and had a very quaffable aroma. I was pissing coffee. But it was fun. I certainly got my work done. Because when you are cracked out on caffeine you can’t just sit there and daddle. You must organize. You must put things in their places. OCD and caffeine go together nicely I might add.
So let’s go old school and do some surveys. Because I know most of you are coffee drinkers lets talk about it. I will put my answers below the questions. You do the same.
1.How do you drink it?
Black and strong baby.
2.How many do you drink per session?
At least 2. 1 won’t do.
3.What’s your poison?
My props without a doubt go to Dunkin Donuts coffee. Without question the best stuff on earth. A close second would be Café Bustelo, the yellow can. This is very strong stuff as is. I make it even stronger than it has to be.
4.Styrofoam, Porcelain, plastic, or metal?
I still have my Northeastern Porcelain mug and that’s the place my coffee should be.
5. Do you have a coffee story?
I already told one.
So that’s it.
I’m back baby.
Late,
Dee
posted by DeesKnees at 7:54 PM
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