Sunday, February 01, 2004

Training to be a coffee barista

By the time we’re on to our fourth cup of coffee, my hands are no longer jitterbugs. My mind has the astonishing clarity of cut diamonds. I want to do calculus, go ice climbing, start a hydroponic lettuce farm, become a rodeo star. I realize that most world problems could be solved if we just threw out the drip percolators and the robusta beans.

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