whale watching is far superior to bird watching

Hawaii is nice. I'm sitting here on the patio of our ocean side condo, trying to decide if I prefer the Pacific Ocean over the Atlantic. It's taken me a few years to actually appreciate the ocean - I guess I'm more of a super serene, super quiet mountain guy (think Aspen or Banff without the rich folk and the colored people serving them). I guess Hawaii has the best of both since it is a group of submerged volcanoes, but I think it's safe to say that most people here spend more time on the beach than they do in the volcano.


So I'm out here with my girlfriend's family (minus a few key members) on Maui, making the most of the weather, and enjoying the escape from the Midwestern snow and suck. I'm supposed to do a whole post on her, something like a "Celebration of Liz," but I'm afraid it will:
1) piss off the tens of tens (opposed to white people's tens of thousands current readers) - minus one
2) deter potential subscribers to this fine online publication
3) never be good enough - in other words, incomplete and insufficient - to one particular reader's expectations


So, I'll drop a blurb about our wild and unique relationship. Unlike most couples, we never fight or argue. Also, we spend our weekends at the zoo, mimicking the apes by picking the bugs out of our mate's hair and then eating them. I'm not trying to boast or show you that my relationship is better than yours, but, in fact, it is.


We've been dating for about five years (not really sure, but she isn't either, which makes it ok), will potentially get married in another five (if I'm still alive and if she has a new attraction to diabetics), and will give our kids up for adoption and use the money to adopt children from another country. Hopefully this kid will be able to speak in his/her native tongue so I can learn new languages; perhaps a child from France or Uzbekistan, and most definitely two or three Himalayan Whistle children.


Many young couples see themselves with their mates traveling the world, growing old, and then residing in a location similar to where I am now. Not us. I see myself at age seventy-three, rushing through my tasks at the café and punching out early, racing home in my dad's car but feeling clever about having already packed the suitcase, picking Liz up from our three bedroom apartment (pre-furnished), driving down to Chicago, and meeting our serial killer son for a taping of Jerry Springer with his Polynesian girlfriend and our Afro-Asian-American grandson...and their Kenyan babysitter.



So, stop pitying yourself if you see your future being dismal or incomplete - start setting goals like we have and you'll be bound for potential or partial happiness. Stop being a Charlie Brown and put on a "Joan Rivers" face.


In other news, I'm trekking to Korea two short days after my return from Hawaii - going to eat some food, see some fam, take an audition, and then swallow and eat more food. I'd like to focus my next post on classical music, and how to get you all interested. It would help if you could leave a comment about why you feel it's difficult to find an interest, or even access classical music.

respek.

the best part of waking up....

Ahh, raise your hand if you've had bad coffee. Keep your arm raised if you're consuming bad coffee at this moment.


Now put your arm down and dump out that coffee, dummy.


Remember the time when the good cartoons were broadcast on Saturday mornings? A time when Barney hadn't yet been brought back from extinction. Looney Tunes, Tom & Jerry, even Garfield. A time when it was acceptable for cartoon characters to emote through actions and not dialogue; classical music created the mood for each scene, followed by a long break; then Bugz dropped the funny. Remember that?


During this time, ground coffee commercials were run back-to-back: Folgers, Maxwell House, and Taster's Choice, among other Nescafé products. Large tin cans holding dry (i.e. oil-less), off-brown (but with an artificial sheen) coffee; it was usually odor-free until steeped with hot water.


Remember how the white male, wearing a Hanes white undershirt, slept in while his high school sweetheart housewife snuck out of bed to make coffee? She would take the tin can from their white, all-American kitchen cupboard and scoop a little dirty, brown callus rubbed off of someone's toe into the 1/8 cup measure and then place it in a filter. Of course, this is when the brown haired, ivy-league, cut male arose and took a deep breath of _________ and go downstairs for some coffee. Actually, I'll fill in the blank for you: loose stool.


Now, there is a clear exception to this, which is somewhat of a mystery to me. Diners. Especially greasy diners. Now, I have no idea what kind of coffee they use, and I admit that it isn't always good by itself - but after a late night of drinking [caffeinated soda while studying the Old Testament], it tastes great with some greasy eggs, bangers, and hash. Please take note - this does not weaken my original argument.


So, where does this leave us? McDonalds? Starbucks?


No.


As a barista and coffee "nancy," I ask you not to take your business to Starbucks. If you like your coffee hot and fast, then please go to McDonalds or "push-button" Starbucks. If you drink coffee, espresso, and espresso drinks for the actual flavors, I ask you to try to visit a real, usually local, café.


Now, I can't guarantee that this coffee is going to be exceptional; actually, it could end up being quite bad. If you want to find great coffee, find it here. I admit, the site isn't fully updated, but hopefully with more clicks and some time, it can become an actual resource to find good coffee.


If you find yourself in Wisconsin, I would check out Alterra or Café Soleil. A Madison (WI) standout is Bradburys, using beans from Viroqua, WI - all local and delicious. New York is proudly home to great cafés like Ninth Street Espresso and Café Grumpy while Brooklyn represents Gorilla Coffee and Gimme Coffe, to name a few. Intelligentsia is a shop with locations in L.A. and Chicago and offers an explosion of flavor - their Blackcat espresso is butters.


So, take a little time and effort to find the best cup for you. If you're afraid of a straight ristretto doppio (a double espresso - notice how I spell "espresso" - that is the way it should also be pronounced, not like an idiot-coward "exprexxo"), you shouldn't be. But if you're not convinced, try a macchiato - probably the best drink on this planet, when made correctly.


To all the café owners reading this: Please train your baristas. Also:
1) Start pulling standard ristrettos
2) Toss the Rancilio and purchase a Syneso or La Marzocco
3) Consider a triple-basket portafilter (without spouts)
4) Keep your artificial flavor list at Cocoa - customers who drink Vanilla-Carmel-Strawberry Lattes don't tip
5) No Half-caf - and once your shop is making some serious money - no decaf


Oh, if you want to act a fool and skip doing the dishes, check out this tomfoolery.


So give that 5-year old, unopened tin can of Folgers to the food pantry and visit your local café - if it's not good, then do some research and next time you're in a major city or a coffee city (Seattle or Portland), give it another shot. Also, even if your drink is bad, you should remember to tip your barista. And if your drink is good, you should get another one and tip more.


In conclusion,

TIP YOUR BARISTA.