Around Christmas 1995 a friend came to visit me in my newly married, presumably happy, life in Michigan. We went to a museum where we saw an exhibit of a Japanese tea room. Outside the display was an attempt to describe this exhibit. It started with something like: “Within the tea room, one feels loneliness which penetrates into the marrow of one’s bones...” and ended with the caution “Please do not enter the tea room”. I laughed out loud. If you don’t get it, you probably should leave.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Spider coffee
It is unreasonable to call 1:53 PM "morning" however this is when my first coffee of the day finished brewing. There was a dead spider on top of the carafe this morning. A dead spider on your coffee is somewhat disturbing but not enough to over-ride my desperate need for coffee. I picked it off with a paper towel, chucked the little legs-up corpse in the trash, and proceeded to mix sugar and cream into my dead spider coffee, which I am now drinking.
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