Coffee Talk

References to Linda Richman & the Holy Roman Empire notwithstanding, it’s a great time to be a fan of good coffee.

I wasn’t really a big coffee drinker until sometime between when my son was born in 2007 and when our third child arrived in early 2010. Something about being outnumbered by children and having to remain awake & alert during the Winter did me in and I switched from my normal morning Chai and went whole hog to coffee.

Java.
Mud.
Joe.

Always without sugar, cream or anything else.

Black (and not just for Closers)

My Mom has always been a big coffee drinker and I never recall her putting any sweetener or dairy product in her cup, so I opted for the same approach.

What started as a regular trip to Dunkin Donuts soon became Starbucks and quickly morphed in to me becoming in charge of the office coffee pot.

When that proved too much work I acquired a french press and brought my own raw materials to work. Still Dunkin Donuts, I just made it a little stronger.

Then for Christmas of this past year Jenn got me an Aeropress. There was one at the startup office where I worked last year and I was intrigued by it (but always a little gun-shy to use it myself). Turns out you can make a killer Americano rather quickly and for all the strangeness of the device itself, it’s actually super simple.

With this additional new coffee hardware in my possession I have taken to trying a lot more different blends & grinds of coffee. I know I need a better coffee grinder but I’ve even taken to buying whole bean coffee at Costco simply because it puts me more in control of the entire process of making my daily cup (though, mostly, I grind & brew with Aeropress only on the weekends).

Having exhausted the range of coffees available to me in bulk quantities – and after hearing about Tonx from several blog & podcasts I follow – I decided to get their free trial started. Unfortunately I started my free trial about a week too early, thus missing out on their recent Father’s Day deal where I could have gotten another Aeropress at a discount. Oh well.

The coffee itself was fantastic though. It was roasted on June 2, 2013 and Jenn & I both had a cup that Saturday, June 8, 2013. Coffee roasted less than a week prior to my consumption. In my home. At a grinding and brew strength of my choosing.

We live in the future.

What follows is a gallery of my Tonx/Aeropress process to get from beans & water to, eventually, “pushing a tonx“.

A few notes on how things went:

  1. Having an electric kettle is really great for this kind of coffee brewing. Special thanks to my Mother-in-Law for gifting her old one to me
  2. I think I’d like a Burr grinder instead of my electric one. Don’t want to introduce any burnt/charred flavors if I don’t have to. Maybe this one?
  3. I’m not yet convinced that doing a “Reverse Aeropress” is a good idea since I like the ritual of the Americano as opposed to “coffee” but what do I know?

I still need to start my subscription – likely just 6 oz. of beans every two weeks – but from what I tasted, Tonx is definitely for me.

I can’t wait to start trying more ways to enjoy my weekend coffee-drinking.

Until the next cup!

UPDATE: Maybe I should have checked my privilege & faux-coffee-snobbery at the door by reading this article first (h/t to @mat)

Agape

I can remember first learning about the concept of “agape” in church when I was younger. Maybe even in a Sunday School class on a cool, Michigan morning. Either way the word sounded foreign to me, much like the biblical names.

Agape.

Greek for “love” (one of a few). It was explained to me at the time as “Christian love” and is not like Eros (romantic love) or Philia or Storge.

When I recently heard the word used again – we haven’t been to church in a very long time – it was on Sirius XM The Spectrum (Channel 28) as the title to a song by Bear’s Den:

The DJ or promo pronounced the word “ag-uh-pay” where the beginning sounded like the “ag” in agriculture. Like this, I believe: ă-gə-pā

I would have said it like this Merriam-Webster pronunciation: “uh-gah-pay” / ä-gä-pā

As a point of reference and fact, the band says it “ag-uh-pay” in the song. They make the word rhyme with “dissipate” if that makes any sense.

It seems like a perfectly cromulent pronunciation, albeit one I’d never heard of before hearing the song or writing this blog post.

In fact the inimitable Richard Blade pronounced it as “uh-gayp” (ə-gāp) just this morning, jarring my memory and making me laugh. If you ever wondered if Deejays are actually listening to the songs they play, that’s pretty much an acknowledgement that they aren’t.

If you want to hear all 3 pronunciations of “agape” spoken out loud (to distinguish betweens the two Greek versions), here’s a good link.

Semi-sequitur: WordPress needs a good plug-in for dealing with international phonetic alphabetic spellings.

Non-sequitur: Here’s a discussion of the various & conflicting accents in HBO’s Game of Thrones. It’s interesting to note that the tongues of Westeros (and beyond) aren’t as uniform as one might suspect, especially given some of the actors’ own mother tongues.

Excelsior! (and Agape!)

Every bit the collector

I’d say I was obsessed, but I think that’s burying the lede a bit.

I’ve always been a person who enjoys collecting things: comic books, Magic: The Gathering cards, withered looks of derision. You get the drift.

As an adult, it’s not too hard to hide these kinds of obsessions (or the resulting clutter they bring with them). Or you could move on to bigger, more appropriate objects of desire: cars, single malt scotch, Apple products.

Me? I’ve cast my lot for something tiny, cutesy and – with the advent of cloud services and abundant wi-fi – nearly useless flash drives: Mimobots.

I’m a bit of a zealot, too (natch). I’ve certainly mentioned them before on Facebook & Twitter and likely here as well.

But here’s my heretofore unspoken admission: I own some rare, out-of-print, “special” Mimobots that were never actually for sale.

Here, then, are the BFG Mimobots:

Designed by Adam Sidwell & Josh Barrett (among others), I actually own two full sets of 3.

Lucky guy.

BFG Mimobots

BFG Mimobots

I was going to characterize them as anachronistic but I think I’ve been abusing & misusing that word. Let’s just call it “yestertech” for the sake of argument.

I have oodles of the little “thumb drives” littering my desk at home but I didn’t have one this week when I needed to transfer some photos from my in-laws’ cameras. Luckily they bailed me out, technologically, but I think my days of moving data on battery-sized sticks is done.

I’ve almost convinced Jenn that a combination of iPhoto/Aperture and Photo Stream is the way to go & the shared photo streams I’ve already deployed to our extended family is making me a lot of headway.

I’ve also transitioned a ton of my “work” (read: not work) and actual work to Dropbox and/or iCloud which renders devices like these kind of moot (you know, for cows). So they’re mostly just for my own joy & amusement and maybe every once and a while they’re useful – like sending in schools projects and presentations.

In the end I doubt they’ll be as collectible as the comics as mindlessly entertaining as Magic: The Gathering or as delicious as the Single Malt Scotch, but I love them just the same.

Maybe that’s the real lesson of the collector: it’s not even in the monetary (or practical) value they achieve, but the sheer joy of finding some hidden treasure amongst another man’s trash.

Until next time, I’ll see you trolling eBay.

Battlefield Canine Doctor

I haven’t often blogged about our aging Weimaraner, Lucy, but she’s always been a playful, loyal companion and an awesome family pet.

Over the holidays Lucy had a real scare. She could hardly make it up & down the stairs, she had both an ear infection and a respiratory infection and her paws were swollen beyond recognition.

Fast forward through antibiotic treatments and diagnoses of arthritis and hypothyroidism and she’s made an amazing turnaround. For a pooch who was on death’s door (or very close) she’s made a near total recovery.

Which isn’t to say everything is perfect. One of the side effects of her thyroid issues has been hair loss. One of the side effects of hair loss is me proactively combing out patches that are nearly falling out any way.

Well I should have followed the Hippocratic Oath because my meddling in medicine made things worse. Now, as the hair has grown back in, an itchy Lucy has scratched herself silly and given herself a gash that’s pretty gruesome.

We’ve been cleaning it nightly, washing it and treating it with peroxide but tonight I had enough. Disregarding the fact that I’d already caused enough trouble, I went to the medicine cabinet and returned bearing some neomycin, a gauze pad, an Ace bandage and two butterfly clips.

I’ve approximated some form of World War I dressing more suited for Snoopy’s aerial battles against the Red Baron but what’s good for one dog is good for another, right?

The patient is resting comfortably now and is camera shy, but my handiwork is visible below.

I’ll keep you posted on the patient and the physician. I’m not too sure which one of us is more concerned about the outcome.

She really is a fantastic dog, that Lucy. I’d bandage her wounds any day.

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