Coffeehouse Junkie

whatever happened to the great american music hour podcast w/ Jerry Jodice?

sometimes i enter a song like entering an old friend’s home where i sit down and share coffee and conversation.

let’s talk about marketing products. let’s talk about products people need & enjoy. let’s talk about consumer evangelists.

it’s windy. it’s rainy. some might say a bit gloomy. days like these i’d love to curl up on the couch with a good book and cup of coffee.

nothing goes better when watching rob roy than a black mocha stout from hbc.

AWRsum! the latest issue of paste and nyrob arrived in the post. can’t wait to start reading.

does a song every bring back a scent? i’m listening to a song & can small my old roommate’s strawberry biddies.

totally, blew the whole analog sunday commitment.

ah, i see the weekend approaching… she is beautiful… like a sunrise.

reading a poetry anthology as an after dinner dessert.

fell asleep thinking about an essay by david lehman and woke up with ac/dc’s song ‘hells bells’ runnin through my head.

// there has got to be a better, efficient way to process/reply to all these emails and still have time to complete other tasks at work.

the folks at ingles seem very lonely. i think i was the only customer there. plenty of milk and bread and dvds (to rent).

it’s snowing outside. looks more like flurries. co-work says we might get 4”. better haul it to ingles and buy bread and milk.

the water coming from the home facets are rust red. or clay red. one of the plagues of egypt? or asheville’s stellar urban planning?

i’m on my third cup of coffee. still waiting for the first cup to kick in. must be monday. or the weather.