Field notes

// okay, it took 5 cups of coffee to get going today. but now i wonder how i’m going to sleep tonight.

CARIBOU vs. STARBUCKS

edatrix:

discuss.

My flavorite coffee den is Firestorm Cafe (but it’s not open in the mornings… and there’s no Caribou coffee in the area… … there’s Izzy’s, but it’s not on the bus route to the office and if I hiked over there for me daily brew I’d late for work… The Drip in actually on the bus route to the office, but if i stopped for coffee i’d have to wait 30 minutes for the next bus which would make me late to work… and there’s City Bakery, but that presents the same dilemma as The Drip… leaving me with Starbucks and the bad taste in my mouth that Asheville’s public transit is not as good as it could be.). So, ugh (I can’t believe it!)… I concede… Starbucks (at least for me morning dose of caffeine).

Caffeinated poem

Caffeinated poem: A few weeks ago I had compiled a set of poems to submit to various poetry contests including Boston Review. But I was reading Robert Pinsky’s book Gulf Music and never sent them. It’s not that I forgot to send them. It is just that compared to Robert Pinsky, my poems appear un-submittable. So instead I wrote a poem on a paper cup after drinking a latte from The Dripolator.