June 13, 2006

Chaff

From the 6th:

Those whose job it is to design the manner in which coffee is distributed are dumb.

First there is the traditional morning cup of coffee, which requires wrestling with filters, wielding a can opener (if you are unfortunate enough to have to open a new can), aiming scoops of coffee into the dispenser with accuracy, filling the reservoir with water without spilling it everywhere, and hitting the button. All of this WITHOUT a cup of coffee with which to fortify oneself, first. New inventions in coffee technology (heh) are alleviating the process somewhat, but there are many folks out there (myself included) who refuse to drop $600 on a pod coffee system and be stuck with Senseo brand coffee for life. And so we still have the old-fashioned brew-it-or-die-trying coffee makers.

I help my morning routine out by getting the coffee ready the night before (mostly, and DAMN are the mornings that I forget to get ready for tough). By the time Calvin and I get out of the shower, the coffee is ready. Thank God for automatic timers.

Anyway. This morning I was at work at 6:20 in the ay-em. Calvin started his new job yesterday and doesn't have his work truck yet, so he had to drop me off at work and be at his own office by 7:00. I had coffee before we left, but started dying at around 7:10. So my friend Jen (who is here at 7:00 every morning and was shocked to see me here so early) and I trekked down to the cafe, and I got myself one of those Starbucks Frappuccino drinks (it's too damn hot to have a second cup of hot coffee). Back up at my desk, I set myself to removing the plastic safety wrap from the cap. I tugged and wrestled and only succeeded in puckering up the edges of the plastic. I finally had to wield the scissors. What if I had been on the road, commuting, sans any sort of coffee fortification beforehand? Who keeps scissors in the car? The ingestion of caffeine is imperative to my driving skills.

I would think that those who make the coffee products are also those who need the coffee products. You'd think they would twig onto the fact that coffee, of all things, should be the most easily accessible, most easily prepared, most easily opened product on the market.

The local news channels all have numerologists and theologians explaining the history and implications of "666", because of today's date. How far in advance do you think they had to plan "The Omen" in order for it to open today?

From the 13th:

Yep, it's going to be one of those entries.

I have magnetic poetry on the lid to my overhead bin in my cubicle. Occasionally I will come in in the morning to find a new creation by an anonymous author. It's entertaining. Without punctuation or capitalization, it's all very e e cummings.

"sordid woman use poles"
"scream less cry here"
"smear these together on your skin"
"my gift is blood sweat & power juice behind the car"
"sagging through eternity" (I feel that one)
"lick puppy drool" (ew)
"chocolate under the tongue"
"soar like summer dreams beneath blue water"
"thousands of shadows languid in the rainy garden"
"a bitter sweet symphony" (stole that one from Smashing Pumpkins)
"shine in the moment"
"worship love whispered a delicate mist"
"eat raw sausage"
"we part always"
"black sky stormy sun"
"lazy drunk & delirious in bed with luscious honey"
"sleepy girls play to her moon"
"fluffy light crush on me"
"the essential vision of you is love"
"stop driving me mad go away"
"you are from diamond spray & shake by produce frantically" (eh?)

I had a dream last night that Grandma picked me and my girlhood friend Shilo up from school in her newly purchased, cherry red Mustang convertible. My Grandma rocks.

iPod Bapp Kennedy goodness:

I can feel my heart
And it's fit to burst
I try to clean it up
But it just gets worse

Wish I could fall
On a night like this
Into your loving arms
For a moonlight kiss

I thought I saw your face
In the evening sky
On a lonesome cloud
That was drifting by

Wish I could fall
On a night like this
Into your loving arms
For a moonlight kiss

You got someone else
Maybe it's for the best
Since I took the cure
For happiness

And I'd trade it all
On a night like this
For your loving arms
And a moonlight kiss

For your loving arms
And a moonlight kiss

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