Coffee Log, Day 237


Coffee: Colombian, Starbucks Brand (grocery store bought, a gift)

The train tracks are brown all around but silver on top. That’s where the force of friction burns clean as the train goes by. I’ve always liked this, the contrast. It’s hopeful – maybe we can all be burned clean.

I’ve been too busy this week to keep up with the news. I can imagine it just fine. I don’t know if it’s the times we’re living or if I’m just getting old but I’ve gotten to where I can tell the national trauma by checking peoples’ faces.

Today, I ate lunch at a Noodles & Co. It was busy, slick, wealthy. People kept coming in from the outside. Halfway through my meal (a pad Thai, too sweet) this girl in a red NC State hoodie takes a table two up from me. She has her plate, glass, everything she needs. But it’s a window table, and tall, and public, so she picks everything up again and sits in the corner where the walls meet. She eats fast and fingers a tablet. Her bushy black eyebrows are winter caterpillars.

So after lunch, I knew the world must still be wrong.

Currently Reading: Autumn, Ali Smith; Cherry, Nico Walker

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“I’ve got nothing to offer you kids but these noodles. They’re good noodles but they won’t change the world.” – Madeleine Thein


Coffee Log, Day 47


Coffee: Cafe Pajaro, Extra Dark, Trader Joe’s Brand

I went to the NC State Farmer’s Market. It was a broody sort of day, clouds gray and smooth like the little hairs on a cat’s belly. The rain broke when we got there. Thankfully, the market’s covered by big open bays where birds are always nesting. We walked around, smelled fresh fruit, and heard the birds. I didn’t buy anything but that’s not what I was shopping for.

My ex tells me I need to get out more, talk to people. Well, a few exes tell me that. It’s not bad advice. We got to the market with the express purpose of meeting people. I watched a friend chat with the stall owners. We tried cucumbers and strawberries. I got distracted by a broken water fountain and knelt to take a picture. When I turned around, a pin-stripe lady’s looking at me like I’ve just dropped my pants in the middle of class:

“How’s it going?” I said.

“Fine,” she said. She got going.

Hell, that’s a start, right?

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Tar Baby, Toni Morrison

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