espresso diplomacy saves the season
December 20, 2007 – 12:37 pm
does the notorious panel truck driver have the sweetest business card ever?
this blog doesn’t know why it was surprised. barista-poet jon lewis once said he dreamt of “resolv[ing] international conflict through espresso diplomacy.” he appears to have meant it.
the mailman was cold, and wearing some sort of zipping sweater vesty thing when he flung jon’s envelope on our wooden front-porch pew. within minutes, the blogwife had declared the contents — bumper crop’s microcosm espresso blend – the consummate uber-spro, a sort of surprise representation of all her favorite espresso notes. toasted sugar, for sure. non-massive caramel. a wee bit o’ barley, and some sweeter fruits of the earth. the only problem is that lewis has, apparently, stolen all the appropriate words. like “espressence,” or, er, “microcosm.” which leaves us with what?
quintimicrocrux, that’s what.
had a hot date the other night. we drank quintimicrocrux and made out in the green armchair. hosted some of our favorite deep thinkers the other day, for advent observation. it was quintimicrocrux, sacramentally. the cypriot and his lackeys threw down a massive salmon-and-nog party last weekend. the topper: quintimicrocrux. next thing you know, this blog’s entrenched seasonal moroseness was melting away on the floor.
it occurs to this blog that, in order to be a barista-poet, you kinda have to deliver the goods. thanks, jon.
6 Responses to “espresso diplomacy saves the season”
Couldn’t you have found a more comfortable chair?
By Nathanael on Dec 20, 2007
I’m jealous, but am anticipating an arrival of the quintimicrocux-sweet-lovin’ first of the year. Would be ever sweeter accompanied by a free, signed copy of the blogwife’s book — like the Hindman’s (I had to get mine from portland studios . . . full price! . . . no signature!) “How do I cope?” you ask . . . I tell myself it is only because I have not accrued the jaw-dropping-jesuit-debt that lends itself to your charitable donations.
By nate the finger on Dec 20, 2007
arg. where do i start?
green chair = perfect.
blogwife’s book = signable … all you have to do is show your face!
jesuit hindman = most definitely poor. also, he was a conniving beggar when it came to that book.
By bz on Dec 21, 2007
jealous too. i guess i’ve got to get off my ass and send mr. L something of my own if i really want to get things started. i know i know
By scottlucey on Dec 21, 2007
i’m somewhat surprised to learn that, apparently, one can’t simply order a pound of microcosm via these internecks. so ah, we’re being left dependent on jon’s espresso diplomacy!
By bz on Dec 21, 2007
My pleasure. And I believe I got the better end of the deal: a new word to describe the indescribable.
By )on on Dec 22, 2007