One of my mainstays. Delish.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dead & Messed Up
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One of my mainstays. Delish.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dead & Messed Up
I buy Sumatra beans from a local coffee shop. About the only time I feel nationalist pride for Indonesia is when we're talking about coffee. Can't beat it.
Barring that, Stumptown is pretty delicious.
I really don't care where my coffee comes from. If it's black and hot, I'll drink a lot of it.
I even like those instant coffee bags.
It's actually kind of hard to get a terrible cup of coffee here in Seattle. Even the 7/11s and AM PMs have good coffee.
It's the water supply. Seattle water is enchanted to brew good coffee, just like New York water is prophecied to make the perfect pizza dough.Quote:
Originally Posted by D_Davis
Ditto. As long as it's black and hot, I'm fine. I don't even like coffee that much, so that's probably part of the explanation.Quote:
Originally Posted by D_Davis
Cold coffee is vile stuff, but I have a coworker that drinks it. Urgh. :crazy:
LOL!Quote:
Originally Posted by number8
Been using the Keurig K-Cup machine in the office for both coffee and tea. Definitely a lazy coffee brewer's best friend.
I drink my coffee Turkish style. I usually buy a local brand's arabica/robusta mix. At work we have a Lavazza BLUE system espresso machine, usually with the Espresso Intenso mix.
I don't drink coffee.
Ever.
I've never had coffee in my life.Quote:
Originally Posted by Watashi
Except one swallow once, by accident. It was foul.
Trader Joe's is quality.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dead & Messed Up
You're missing out on one of the more satisfying chemical dependencies.Quote:
Originally Posted by Watashi
i have went from abstaining from coffee to enjoying an espresso based drink every now and again.
chai and matcha are still my go-tos though. tea ftw.
I started drinking coffee when I drove delivery vehicles for a local (now defunct) newspaper/magazine/porno shop in the Twin Cities. Never looked back.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
I miss Vietnamese coffee so much.
I rarely drink coffee anymore. When you're on the road as much as I am, the last thing you want to do is making pit stops.
I love coffee. It's the #1 Best Thing.
You know where there's a lot of coffee? Brazil. Coffee beans grow by the billions!
By the brazillions.
I really hate the valley girl in the cube across from me. She's dumb as fuck and talks in that cadence, you know? Like, with question marks at the end? And I can, like, hear everything she says on the phone, you know? All the time? Which she does all day 'cause she's, like, messing up everything and always calling my colleagues over to fix her mistake? And omigod, she talks about totally weird things all day, like wanting to, like, go to the beach? You know? Syaah.
Found out last night at a party that she's from Southern California. Big fucking surprise.
So, it's not news to anyone that I have a complex, unhappy relationship with my body and my health. It's a triggering topic that can reduce me from rational adult to weeping, raging mess pretty quickly.
I have lost a lot of weight recently. I had to. My health, especially my blood pressure, were getting to a point where my well-being was compromised. Now I'm smaller, and (more importantly) my blood pressure is down and I'm stronger. I'm happy about my blood pressure, but the other stuff-- the body stuff-- I'm not happy about it. Losing the weight has not made me happier. It's still just this huge, festering, psychological wound. It's not that I'm unhappy, exactly, but it's just this thing in my life that adds stress and anxiety and makes me feel worthless and incompetent. I mean, I guess it's better than the alternative, but that positive gets drowned out by all the negative things about it-- especially the behavior of everyone in my life, who think it's okay to come up to me and talk about my private body and ask me intrusive questions. Women, especially, expect things from me that I can't give them. They want me to be... well, happier. Enthusiastic. Willing to talk to them. I'm not. They are like, "This is GREAT! Aren't you THRILLED?" and the only thing I want is to be out of the conversation as quickly as possible.
Anyway. Long story short, I can't think of a moment in the last ten months when I've been happy about my body. (Or, any time in the last thirteen years, but that's a different post.)
Two years ago I bought my house, and as I discuss incessantly, it has almost no storage space. Now that my roommate is trying to pack her stuff away, I've been revisiting my own spaces to try and consolidate to make room if possible.
Underneath my stairs there is a small hollow to hold stuff. This weird, small space (I call it Harry Potter's Room) is accessible behind the refrigerator. The only problem is ingress-- the opening to it is so narrow that anything I put inside there, I can't pull out again. It's so narrow I couldn''t get the vacuum inside to clean it out. Anything I decided to store in there would stay stored forever unless I could reach it from the entrance, because all I could fit inside was one arm. It was space, but it wasn't really space. I shoved a bunch of collapsed boxes back there and hoped for the best.
Today, I decided to venture back there and... well. I could fit inside. I don't mean my arm, I mean my whole body. I crawled inside. I got out the boxes and the couple useful things I had stored. I got my hand-held vacuum and cleaned out all the dust. I decided to recycle the boxes (I can always get more from work) and packed my camping gear way at the back, and a couple suitcases in front of them, leaving probably five square feet of storage for my roommate, which is bigger than any other storage space in the house.
And you know what? I'm really happy about it. There's no down side to this. There's nothing I can use to criticize or berate myself. Being able to get inside that space is just... practical. It almost makes the whole damn thing worth it.
You're so wonderful. You have to admit that it's a very good thing that you can talk about it, even if you feel it's a kind of flailing frenzy of talk. It's still getting those thoughts and feelings out a bit, airing them out and dusting them off like the Harry Potter Hollow. :)
Damn, what a great story.
Happy Thursday everyone with a Newborn Gorilla Reacting to a Cold Stethoscope
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