Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 295

Hi.

Coffee: Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee

I’ve gotten out of the habit of writing things when I don’t have anything to write about. That’s good and bad, I guess, because I say less but also more when I make the choice to say it.

It was a hot day. That makes me think of glaciers, and that makes me think of Australia. There are acres burning for miles across the continent of Oceania. They’ve been burning since late last summer and don’t look inclined to stop anytime soon. It’s not that a hotter world causes fires, exactly, but it plants a lot of seeds, the dry grass, dead leaves, ample kindling, like buried embers in your uncles favorite coal pit, the one he spits a pig on every summer. Now, I’m the pig and you’re the pig, skin crisping golden brown, rolling, rolling, rolling,

I met a kid who’d just had his 1st birthday. He was with his mom, we were opening a savings account. The kid wore blue overalls with big red buttons and he could say his name, mostly, though it took a few tries for anyone but his mom to understand it. Otherwise, he liked saying ‘cat,’ and would point at things, like my chair, and say ‘cat,’ whether or not it applied. Which seemed like magic to me, thinking that the whole world is made up of two things for him, himself, this little named pink thing with pretty overalls, and cats, cats and cats and cats. I hope he doesn’t learn any more language for a while. Let the world seem soft and purring as long as it can.

Currently Reading: Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin

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In 1995 the budget for fighting fire made up 16 percent of the US Forest Service’s budget. It rose to the 50 percent level in 2015 and could reach close to 70 percent by 2025.

Edward Struzik, Firestorm: How Wildfire Will Shape Our Future

Coffee Log, Day 126

Hi.

Coffee: Fair Trade Ethiopian Medium Dark, Harris Teeter Brand

I read a couple articles about slugs. Big slugs, small slugs. There are hot pink slugs six inches long on Mount Kaputar. That’s in Australia. They’re quite pretty. They share the mountain with cannibal snails. The snails creep toward their brothers, knock them over, suck them dry. It’s quite gruesome.

The article goes on to say all these critters will be gone soon. Climate change is drying up the mountain. A couple degrees change and they’re gone.

You know, I’ve always thought that mottled cats look a bit like slugs. Because of that, I used to save slugs from the clutches of my parents’ house. I’d scoop them up, set them on some fresh leaves in my mother’s garden. I’ve always loved cats; I’ve always liked slugs.

A few tears for Mount Kaputar. Just be careful – slugs and salt don’t mix.

Currently Reading:

History of Wolves, Emily Fridlund (2017 Man Booker Prize Shortlist)

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“All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We’re like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.” – Charles Bukowski, Women

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