Casual coffee

Walking, listening, thinking, breathing, needing - always needing, all is needing. If its' not needing to be somewhere, it's needing to take a minute and get a few of those deeper breaths that would all do the body a little good. There's is no compromise in regard to getting a good coffee. I particularly like the Al Pacino coffee ad for Vittoria Coffee. Sadly, the advertising worked and I went and tried their coffee (advertising deserves it's own post - relating to how much I loathe and admire it).

Not really knowing a good coffee, my premature palate has yet to grow. There is no line to set those good from those bad. Deciding to have a coffee grew like an instinct - the notion that "If I don't have this coffee, I'll probably write right off the end of the page.", and fall asleep before I can go back to the next line. I don't like cold coffee. Making a coffee (back when all I knew was instant) and then letting it sit on the table beside me until it's so cold that it almost has its' own microclimate, is not understood. Iced coffees are good, but on the same token, how can it be enjoyed if it's completely different from when it was made? I know, there are always exceptions.

What I'm finding out is that maybe coffee does have a taste. Maybe there is a reason that the woman with the purple and white scarf always goes to the coffee shop on the corner. Maybe there is a reason why Chris walks in at about 8:00AM -+5min and grabs a smile and a coffee from the barista at the register, several doors up from scarf-ladies shop, I'll call her Annie. My reason is that I enjoy the taste.

Someone once told me never to wash the plunger with soap. The same person told me about some of the wonderful types of coffee - affogato, macchiato, ristretto, doppio macchiato...well maybe only 4 but still. My point is, coffee isn't just coffee, to me anymore. It would almost be incorrect to go in and ask for a coffee, hand over your money and expect a hot beverage. This person would most likely be asking for a flat white, and this person is most probably too busy to worry about what shape or how fluffy their coffee is. Ignorance is bliss. What does it take to be a coffee aficionado and when do you become just a prick? There is a fine line.

At the moment, I might just stick to drinking coffee. Building and learning from what I see and what I taste. What I can remember will only be used if it is a colourful and bright memory. Only if there is extra feeling instilled and can be expressed accordingly. What is the use of saying the cat can jump over the house if, in fact, it can only jump over the sandpit? How long is a piece of string anyway?

Knee deep in 'dirty' water

Here is a conundrum. Simple as it may be, I'd rather write it down than think about it at the moment, or let someone else think about it. I'm actually looking for some references for a university assignment but I might as well write about what I need them for before I try and find them. The problem has definitely presented itself rather surreptitiously and is actually not much of a problem. Having to travel along much of Brisbane's Bulimba Creek, sometimes even entering it, there was, and expectedly, rubbish here and there. The usual plastic bottles, car tires (parts of), crisp packets, pieces of string or twine, clothing and just stuff that you would classify as rubbish.

Now most of the creek was running quite nicely and freely, probably due to the amounts of rain we have had over the last week. The water was also fairly clear and when I was in the creek, it felt nice - it didn't feel like stuff climbing up my leg or like I was knee deep in a pile of wet mulch. But this is where I think the thinking needs to be done. How can a creek that has scattered pieces of rubbish lying on the banks, less than 2m from the water, and still be clean? Did I mention that I could see to the bottom...

So I guess the story isn't complete. I haven't run the water through and ICP, or run several Inorganic tests for levels of N or P. But instinct usually tells us something about the situation before we attempt to take action. There were moments when I felt like I could drink from it, and maybe I should have just ballsed it and seen what happened. It probably isn't so important because on the scheme of things, I'm sitting at home, drinking water that has been filtered and pH adjusted to my own desire.

Maybe this plastic substrate has been washed free of the pollutants and there is more to this idea that stuff that is classified as rubbish, isn't actually rubbish - a small percentage of it is. The small percentage that we cannot see. The small percentage that dissolves or floats down the creek, along with the leaf that has just fallen from a Eucalypt tree.

Hopefully I can find some decent references, furthermore I hope I can make sense of it all before I'm senseless. Here's a little link from my university website. I've discovered RSS feeds and though I think they're just chewing up my memory, I'm sure I'll see something one day. Water is important. Act now or be axed.

A mouthful of sickness

Yes, somehow I have managed to revert to a ball of sniffles and my head feels about 3x heavier that it usually does. I only hope that: a) it doesn't last long, b) it isn't contagious enough to come around and bite me again!

This whole idea about blogging is quite interesting. Think about the number of living people around the world. Now think about the individuality of everyone and that it is possible for everyone to their own opinion. It seems almost right to be able to store at least a fragment of those ideas/opinions away for safe keeping. Right in the sense that ancient scripts have become valuable material for those who are intrigued by what message they may hold, if any at all

What makes things difficult with this idea of storing opinions, is that it is only too often that misinterpretations of these writings can be damaging to ones persona and even result in being sacked. This is no old news, sorry for digging it up. But thinking about what I write will definitely limit the content that I provide. How sad. Although, not being the sharpest tool in the shed, the limits that I will be riding on probably aren't that far from the threshold of my knowledge, if you want to put it like that.

No entiendo? What is a threshold of knowledge? Well, and I will use a doctor as an example since the new season of House is starting next Wednesday, picture the Doc explaining why I may be unwell, which I can understand but there comes a point where my knowledge of the human body ceases, and therefore I can no longer understand which femur is involved in stopping my tarsus from expanding, or whatever he will then rant about. Basically, the threshold of knowledge is the point at which you cease to understand, and this threshold will obviously differ for everyone and what they specialize in, ie. Sport, Naturopathy, Yoga, V8 Engines with twin-cams etc. The threshold is dynamic and will change throughout someones life depending on what activities they choose to fill their life with.

In the case of Stephanie Rice, she is definitely a victim, although it could have been avoided if other less colourful words were chosen to describe her ecstatic emotions. Not knowing her personally, I can't say that "faggot" is a frequently used term in her vocabulary. I can't say I know anything about Rugby Union either.

The lack of ability to transpose feelings and emotions through text is definitely a downside to blogging, tweeting, txting and so on. But in a way, it is keeping a check on the English language, reinstating what the Chinese have all learnt and embedded into their own language. And I'm talking about the different pitches they use on the same sound to give a different meaning. For those speaking English, if you take the word 'gay', and ask you 'In what way is this word most commonly used?', most of you would say that it refers to a man/women's  sexual preference whereby they are attracted to those of the same sex; homosexual, but isn't there another meaning? It seems that the other meaning has somewhat been forgotten to the extent where the lyrics of a famous folk Australian song, have had to be changed because they are to obscene and inappropriate, just for having the word 'gay' in it! Personally, I try and avoid using that word for that very reason. And as a matter of a fact, I don't know anyone who uses it to express happiness and joy. Maybe I need to get out more...

Just out of the oven.

Holy cow! I guess I better start this off reasonable quickly, rather than forget to bookmark it and let it slip out into the abyss that is the internet. There is so much out there and for once I am starting to see that it can all be linked quite easily; quite effectively - and vice versa.

Today I've just been let off from the coffee shop, but it isn't all bad news. There were times when I really wasn't sure what was going on so I just got on with making espresso. For my boss, making the next move can be a difficult task, especially when it could be the last; when all chips are on the next move. And I feel that I need to make a few of those...in a row! Leap frog the whole waiting line of things to do.

I'm pretty psyched to have "discovered" these little apps that are slowly embedding themselves into my life. Of course, I might be just a nerd who has never actually realised or admitted my affinity for technology and how I get off on it...I'm sorry, I'm not a Star Wars fan, but I sure as hell love the Matrix. Star Wars speaks several millennia of biological and technological evolution not to mention the awesome and perceptibly indestructible light saber!  It does do good for ones soul to get out once in a while...

While I would like to make several ideas reality in my short term, I won't kick myself too hard for not doing so. Things tend to just happen unfortunately. The more you plan things, the more liable you are to disappointment. Hey, at least I can improve my typing skills.

I will most likely leave little links around for you to look at. Hopefully I'll only leave stuff that is tied to me and what I'm doing and not what some other Jack Robinson is.

Here's a link to the recent iPod release somewhere in American?. I had my lunch and watched it through. Still can't figure out what a 15% size reduction would allow me to do...possibly it's a 15% chance increase that I can fit it in my pocket? Yeah...somethings just don't add up, I'll give my thoughts on that another day.