Wow. Nothing to say. That's what blogging is all about right? Saying something when you have nothing. I had a long day. I am drinking a pint of celebration and winding down from work.
Current Projects:
-A piece on appellation systems in the coffee world.
-A piece on "minerality" in coffee taste descriptors.
-Continuing with Notes to the Bryo
-Planning Thanksgiving in the dark recesses of my mind.
-Baby, though Standing is doing most of that work.
Today's High-Points
-Coming home at 7:30 in the morning after waking up at 5:30, remembering I forgot to call in today's bean order. (I am such a freaking loser. I lose sleep over things like this. I get out of bed for things like this. Coming home was good though.)
-Pretending I didn't hear two people I respect raving about my palate.
-Poaching a perfect egg and putting it on a piece of Reggiano-Butter slathered baguette. Then eating it.
-Feeling an unborn human breakdance in my partners stomach.
This blog might be a lot like this for the next few months, but I promise not to just hit cut and past.
Current Projects:
-A piece on appellation systems in the coffee world.
-A piece on "minerality" in coffee taste descriptors.
-Continuing with Notes to the Bryo
-Planning Thanksgiving in the dark recesses of my mind.
-Baby, though Standing is doing most of that work.
Today's High-Points
-Coming home at 7:30 in the morning after waking up at 5:30, remembering I forgot to call in today's bean order. (I am such a freaking loser. I lose sleep over things like this. I get out of bed for things like this. Coming home was good though.)
-Pretending I didn't hear two people I respect raving about my palate.
-Poaching a perfect egg and putting it on a piece of Reggiano-Butter slathered baguette. Then eating it.
-Feeling an unborn human breakdance in my partners stomach.
This blog might be a lot like this for the next few months, but I promise not to just hit cut and past.
posted by Jassmond at 8:58 PM
3 Comments:
NOTHING TO SAY; NOTHING TO SAY?????
With what? A day maybe a week and you've got nothing to say?
Man, if I was a straight guy and your age and my daughter's mom was Heidi, "I" would be jittery, happy, butt ugly scared, in wondrous strange moods, but I would be writing.
Read my latest, Jassmond. I have more to write, but it's still all too fucking serious. WOW, man, could I be her extra uncle?
Smith
Write to me.
ask you mom for my mac address if you didn't get my e-mail. How's the count down to ecstasy?
Hey dude, where'd you go?
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