what is the deal? weeks of non-posting (but picture taking, i’ve just been…busy…maybe depressed…) and i corrupt the whole experiment with this: a margarita at noon.

by the way, could ayn rand have thrown a few more commas in there? christ almighty.

i might be drunk.

i’m caffeine crashing and can’t think of a thing to say other than stating what has hereinbefore been stated.

heart ny that is. or what ny stands for to me, which is rather ordinary mourning for personal history gone by, years past in the apparent blink of an eye until you’re drunk and emotionally unstable at work because there’s a little bit of black dirt sprayed over half of the office and you can’t quite remember why you’re doing what you’re doing until you see through your drunken eyes with the kind of clarity that only drunken eyes can lend you that there once was a severe beauty to what you do, but now it’s gone, twisted in the wreckage of what appears to be the titanic having collided with a 40-car passenger train at thirty thousand feet and in all that rubble lies the remnants of your most dearly beloveds.

of this are great stories made.

or at least, i hope so.

p.s. - replace “you” with “me” and you get me, you know?

p.p.s. - i have skipped yesterday’s coffee and today’s first coffee because today has been … emotional and yesterday was … emotional. but i could put them up, in the interest of being truly a panoptical cyclopedia. if you want, that is.

forgot to post, so it’ll be a double header today! first, here’s cup 77 - check back later for 78

today’s cup with a little bit of my work leaning against it - not that i have anything to do with designing or even selling items like these - my work is mostly just keeping track of the money that goes into the designing and selling of said items. basically the most boring part imaginable. yay!

couldn’t have another icky lowfat coffee.

by the way, isn’t that another new cup? someone should probably stop me…but who?

ok, really awful. it was a shot from yesterday, but worse still the milk was lowfat. 1% fat. disgusting. blech. seriously - ew.

oh well, not every day can be a picnic!

my hunney just cleaned both my espresso machine and grinder (burr style). in appreciation and sheer joy, i must share some of the resulting coffees. not all, because i drank the last one without thinking and it was delish.

the grinder comes apart almost entirely for the de-oiling process. in the rebuild process, the grind setting was changed making a very fine powder. hunny ran it through for what seemed like 45 to 50 seconds and this totally overextracted but lovely puddle of espresso is all that came out. check out the oil beaded up on the surface of that coffee. the tobacco overtones were practically slapping me in the face they were so strong.

an adjustment or two later, around 10 on the grinder, these darlings were produced from near perfect rat tails:

and one of them became my first proper cappuccino of the day. yummy.

we are working late tonight, so i asked for a few more. while they were brewing, hunney and i threw the second shot in with some leftover steamed milk and the remnants of the over-extracted shot. i almost died.

since i am not convinced you can really see it, take a closer look. does that not look malignant to you?

go on, get in there! ughels!