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Monday, October 20
small coffee gift of love
on saturday, my friend marcia treated me to a coffee. i ordered a short coffee. it's so intense when someone buys me a cup of coffee.
coffee violation
so many of the coffee flavors out there are morally wrong, but i think the worst has to be the one whose announcement was made in my email box today.
pumpkin spice coffee: "The spicy flavor of cinnamon, nutmeg and pumpkin pie warm the heart and bring the joys of the Holiday Season to mind."
see it and gasp:
10:50 PM
Tuesday, October 7
pushing it
tonight i went into the s'bucks on seventh avenue and (approximately) thirtieth street. this s'bucks is typically busy, has a wretched bathroom and snotty baristas. there is usually a rotund homeless man in front with a huge, raspy, defective voice bellowing on top of a subway grate, guilting latte-drinkers into contributing to his cause. out of principle, i will not give him money. he interferes with my peaceful enjoyment, and i will not support that.
anyway, the store claims to be open until nine. at ten of, i went in, but there was a mopping alert cone ("m.a.c.") and i almost expected to be expelled. i was served, but the milk canisters had been withdrawn. the barista was going to add my milk for me but i refused, citing my right to milk my own coffee up. the smell of strong and toxic cleaners upset me, reminding me of my own toxic cleaning issues, not to be discussed in this forum.
i was, in a way, hoping to challenge the manager if he refused my entry.
my coffee was good, but i could not fully enjoy it due to unpleasant sights, sounds and smells that conspired outside the shop. i am thinking of wearing an oxygen tank in the city. it's unbearable out there.
11:59 PM
it's hard to say just how much coffee means to me.
1:14 AM
in only six hours i will have fresh coffee.
today i was thinking about altaf's apartment in gramercy park. i had these coffee-related thoughts because it was yom kippur and i was fasting and as such had not had any coffee, none at all. so i was remembering all the kinds of espresso coffee he had in his house. he had instant medaglia d'oro crystals and also actual espresso. he had several jars of this instant coffee in his refrigerator. during the day i was wishing i could have a nice cup of instant espresso. in fact, the first thing i had when i broke my fast was a sip of diner coffee. and it was good.
it is important to know that i was friends with altaf in 1986. i haven't seen him or his apartment in a long, long time.
1:12 AM
plain soy milk in coffee is good. i had this at my friend's house in woodbridge, new jersey. it changes the character of the coffee, but it is acceptable, as long as this is not the first cup of the day. we know the first cup must be taken black.
1:07 AM
