Getting Lucky

I gotta fill time, three minutes worth of time...

Does that ever happen to you? And it’s not even a good Weird Al song, like “Frank’s 2000 Inch TV.” Not that this scenario happens often in my life, but when it does, there will be some stupid song playing in my head to accompany it.

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Yeah, noob!

My point here is that, once you reach that point where you realize you want to take your interest in something you’ve “always been interested in” a lot further, you reach a somewhat prohibitive stage. There becomes so much you don’t know and don’t yet have a basis to understand that it’s overwhelming. Perhaps ignorance was better. But now you know too much and can’t go back, so that’s not an option, either. The only thing for it is to look around your kitchen and slowly realize everything you’ve been doing has been murdering coffee.

And here I had always felt so proud of myself for french pressing and knowing how to pull shots. Nothing so humbling as watching the internet dogpile someone for admitting they like sugar in their coffee.

Oh well, I’m learning a lot. On that note, I have a Hario slim mill grinder and gooseneck kettle coming in the mail.

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Christmas 2014

Time for a holiday update!

This Christmas was pretty crazy; I traveled to four states in two weeks (which entailed driving up and down the entire state of California). I don’t have any pictures from the Arizona part of my journey, but I have a few from the rest of the trip.

Naturally, I spent the month crocheting this year’s snowflakes:

snowflake

After getting those done, I got one of my presents early. It is a signed photo of Spock which will be buried with me when I die. The rest of my present was a signed copy of I Am Spock, which is the best goddamned book I’ve ever read. An entire book about why Spock set everyone’s souls on fire and how Leonard Nimoy felt about it, which couldn’t be more relevant to me. I have to read every sentence two or three times because it is just that great.

I spent the holiday indulging one of my other passions which is rock collecting, but I won’t bore you with the long list of stones I came home with.

Now, on to the pictures:

oregon covered bridge

Covered bridge on our drive up through Oregon to get to Washington. It was a nice little stop.

Siuslaw River Bridge

This is a picture of the Siuslaw River Bridge in Florence, Oregon. Technically, we didn’t get here until after we had gone to Washington (we drove from central CA to Washington which meant driving through Oregon, and then we stayed with family in Oregon on the way back). I’ve been coming here for a few years now and I just love it. There’s a coffeeshop right out of frame from this picture called Siuslaw River Coffee Roasters that we go to all the time. It was one of my Coffee Stops, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

seattle

Here we are, parking in Seattle. One thing all cities have in common is impressive, beautiful architecture with a lot of history and character, and the overwhelming stench of urine. Seattle is no exception. Urine smell not pictured.

seattle

Look at this bad boy right here. The lighting was just perfect. Someone in our party jokingly suggested that we ride this thing, and ride it we did. The sun was setting and the windows inside the little carriages were tinted so few of my pictures up there turned out especially well.

seattle

Sun setting on the city.

seattle

seattle

And of course, a gratuitous tourist shot. Incidentally, if you are ever in Pike’s Place, Piroshky Piroshky is a wonderful bakery. I get the Smoked Salmon Pate and holy shit.

In keeping with my tradition, as we were driving up the Pacific Northwest and to the Coffee Capital (or whatever) I tried to stop at as many indie, local coffee places as I could. So here’s a list of all the places I stopped this year:

Case Coffee Roasters, Ashland, OR
French Press, Salem, OR
Seattle Coffee Works, Seattle, WA
The Governor’s Cup Coffee Roasters, Salem, OR
Siuslaw River Coffee Roasters, Florence, OR