Saturday, August 19, 2006
( 10:48 AM ) teahouse
The Dog Days of Summer
So the parents are out of town visiting the Sister.
Sister - if you're reading this (which you probably aren't since Mom and Dad are at your place), thanks for taking them off my hands for 4 blessed days.
To be honest, I kind of miss them. Yesterday there was nothing to eat in the refrigerator. I've gotten used to my mom's cooking. Ordering pizza seemed like a betrayal to her.
I've missed you all. Most of all, I've missed being able to comment on everyone else's blogs. To all of you, I AM thinking of you, and I AM reading your blogs. I'll be back for good in 2 weeks.
I'm at the Boy's place today. We're going to drive upstate to visit his mother (oh, joy). We both had tough weeks at work, so we're going to concentrate really hard on doing NOTHING for the rest of the weekend.
Sorry that's all I have to report for now. I also have a scab I picked at this morning. And a zit on my chin that's driving me crazy. Probably from drinking too many cafe au laits.
Ciao for now,
P.S. in response to people's questions, I do in fact have a science background, separate from my legal background. I don't want to say anymore, lest I jeopardize my anonymity (haha, like most of my friends and former coworkers don't already read this blog anyway). #
Friday, August 11, 2006
( 10:56 PM ) teahouse
You know what really annoys me?
When I go to one of your locations and ask for a cafe au lait, and your employees give me a blank look and then say, "We don't serve that. Oh, you mean a cafe misto!"
Like, whatever. You, evil large corporation, just made that phrase up. How can you work in a coffee shop and not know the meaning of the term "CAFE AU LAIT"????
And I looked up the word "misto." Yeah, the word means "interracial," "half-breed," "half-caste" and "mixed blood."
Lovely. Is that the connotation you want to give with your coffee, Starbucks? It sounds highly perjorative. What do you have against people of mixed race?
Not only do I have to put up with your surly servers; but now you're using random words that you randomly put together for NO REASON WHATSOEVER. Except to be pretentious.
Like your "tall" and "grande" and "venti" crap. I refuse to order a "venti" anything because I object to the random use of an Italian number to identify anything that's supposed to be a volume adjective. I'm a scientist. If you don't define the units, it's a unitless measurement! Get your science straight, Starbucks!!!
And I refuse to call my favorite coffee drink anything other than a cafe au lait.
Even the servers at the independent coffee shop down the street, who write down, "Cafe Ole!" when I order, still make me cringe, but at least they're PRONOUNCING it right.
Now gimme my $4 cup of coffee and get the hell out of my way.
Surly morning commuter. #
Sunday, August 06, 2006
( 6:40 PM ) teahouse
Moments of Zen
Ah yes, another moment I have had to sneak away!
The heat in the City has really been getting to me. I spend as much time as I can indoors.
That means that on the weekends I've been holed up with my parents.
It's not so bad, though.
My father has spent a lot of time sprucing up my balcony. He has a green thumb, and since he has nothing else to do all day, he's been landscaping the tiny piece of outdoor space I have.
Before they arrived, it was a pigeon-infested square of concrete overlooking an air shaft over a smelly Chinese restaurant.
Now it looks like a peaceful, serene zen garden. A little bit like this, actually: