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Coffee, nectar of the morning gods!

 

Most of the time I drink my java light and sweet (2 sugars/half & half, with a dash of cinnamon sugar). I also do the other caffeine morning stuff of tea (Early Grey straight) or hot chocolate (made with cream and cocoa, whipped cream on top). It depends on the mood.

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Oh, coffee, that black nectar who wakes us up in the morning!!!

 

And in the afternoon!!!

 

And sometimes in the evening as well!!! :)

 

Coffee is one of my passions. I drink two at least every day. I like it the most black, with two teaspoons of sugar, and with no haste. But I can drink it white, or a capuccino.

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Usually, I take it black... usually, however, means whenever I am trying to wake up. If I'm awake already, I like a coffee blended with ice, or one with lots of flavored cream. I have to admit, though, that there is a certain charm to a straight black cup of coffee... It seems like it symbolizes the American working man. Not those business or cubicle types, mind you, but people who work with their hands, and their minds... not with their egos; people like that go to starbucks and grab the latest $40 coffee. Not to say flavored coffees and such are bad, as I generally like them. However, there seems to be too much Starbucks culture going on, impatient and superfluous people who really just need to sit down and have a nice, black cup of joe. And read a book, preferrably not one of the latest high-tech thrillers, but classic literature. Like Potok, or Dante, of Keats. Hell, why not? I realize I'm rambling... but I can't stop. I just wish people regarded privately owned coffee shops as highly as they used to.

 

People just don't seem to want to sit down and mingle anymore. Everyone's always too busy, worrying about their own selfish desires rather than worrying about what's important... like the pursuit of the arts, or of knowledge. I used to live near a nice little private coffee shop, where people came to talk, and to debate, and to learn over coffee and a smoke. I met a man there once who was teaching himself Japanese... You don't see that anymore. I used to go down there with my sketchpad and just draw, draw until I thought the world was melting through my hands, and I had become a part of a microculture rich in its diversity and knowledge. Now, there are too many cold glances, too much rage, too much want to blame it on the other guy. If I bumped into a person at the old coffee shop, it was something to laugh about... and perhaps gain a friend over. If I were to do the same at a Starbucks, I'd get yelled at, and then the person would walk off in a frenzy of self-absorbtion... not realizing that the person they bumped into could be a friend or a lover. It's sad really, what people don't realize they're missing in life.

 

Anyways, that strayed off topic more than once, and I apologize. But it's my belief that places like Starbucks are killing this world... nobody can handle coffee so black it wakes the hell out of you. People search to make things less strong, and to make it less difficult to detect subtle nuances that give life, and coffee, its flavor.

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