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A hermitudinal view of...stuff...


NYC Coffee: Cafe Grumpy

The Clover. Is this $11,000 machine worth the $5.00 cup of coffee I enjoyed so thoroughly at Cafe Grumpy? In all honesty, I'm not certain. I know one thing for sure, though: I seriously enjoyed my experience there, and I'd go back in a heartbeat.

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Silent Sounds III

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Tempura Don

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First Cracks

I just roasted up a Cup of Excellence from El Salvador, my first experience in roasting an "award" coffee. As I stood over the machine, watching and smelling and listening to the roast progress, I realized a familiar feeling was brewing: frustration. I wanted to get this roast perfect the first time, and I wanted to feel as though I knew I was getting it right without having to wait to taste it. Therein lies the beauty of the coffee roasting experience, for as soon as I feel I've figured it out, I get my expertise snatched from right out under me. Hah...silly human, thinking I have control over such a dynamic and complex bundle of flavor!

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The prices we saw at Mitsuwa were no joke. Fortunately, we felt no inclination whatsoever to purchase these dainties.

Well, mostly no inclination... ;)

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"Therefore, 'Oh the height, and depth, and length, and breadth of the love of Christ which passeth knowledge!' The consideration of so much, should not only work a longing after Christ, and the promise; but we should set so light by sure riches of mercy, and walk unworthy of so great salvation. Could we comprehend the unmeasurable dimensions of God's love and goodness revealed in His Word; O how would our hearts be inflamed towards Him!"

-Thomas Hooker, The Poor Doubting Christian Drawn to Christ

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Silent Sounds II

If for no other reason, I like this because it turned out exactly how I'd wanted it to turn out. It's nice how that works out sometimes, you know?

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NYC Coffee: Gimme! Coffee

In all honesty, this one minute of video doesn't convey anywhere near the level of enjoyment Andrew, Sandi and I experienced at this location of Gimme! Coffee. I'll tell you more on that later, but for now, hear just a bit on what makes them unique.

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Timely Lighting

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Jesus' Work

"If your failure has taught you that Jesus won't work with you, you have not failed enough! Because your failure is not meant to teach you that Jesus can't do much with you, it's meant to teach you that you can't do anything with you! Your failure isn't meant to lower the bar of your expectations for your Christian discipleship, it's meant to destroy them apart from the power of Jesus Christ. It's a beautiful thing to be brought to nothing, because then you're at a place when you really say, 'Apart from You I can do nothing.'"

-Ryan Fullerton

Jesus will work with me and He won't give up on me. He's gentle, holding me when I feel broken and feeling the guilt of knowing I've sinned and continued to sin in the same horrible ways. He's insistent, whispering tenderly when I scream at myself and want to believe the lie that Jesus is sick and tired of me. He's forgiving, having already forgiven me when I don't want to forgive myself for what I do to Him. He's faithful, knowing full-well I'm horrifically afraid of forsaking Him utterly, yet faithfully reminding me that He is faithful when I am not...and often, I am not. He is humble, living to serve ceaselessly and cleanse me from my sin, even when I try to hide the shame of my filth from the warm light of His glorious grace. He is gracious, not letting me for a second believe that I can possibly begin to earn my way into the shameless, glorious joy of His love. He undoes me, revealing to me and others the sins that I cling to, illuminating them in the sanctifying light of His cross. No, Jesus will not give up working in me; in a very real and wondrous sense, He's already finished the work for me.

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Green Tea Moment

Remember, A is for Awesome!

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Main Entry: giz·mo
Variant(s): also gis·mo \ˈgiz-(ˌ)mō\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural gizmos also gismos
Etymology: origin unknown
Date: 1943

: gadget
: Andrew and Sandi Uchida's unborn fetus, currently developed four months and able to hear its Uncle John's lectures on coffee. Due to arrive in May 2009.
: Official and lasting nickname for Andrew and Sandi Uchida's child, currently in fetus form, developed four months.

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NYC Coffee: Jack's Stir Brew

On one of the stops on our tour through the city, we stopped at Jack's, a quaint little shop somewhat off the beaten path. As you can see, it's a very welcoming place with lots going for it.

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NYC Coffee: Visually Speaking

The day trip to New York City was short but sweet, literally and figuratively. I've got a ton of thoughts from the coffee side of things, and even more beyond that. For now, though, this not-so-young Hawaiian must pack for the Bluegrass.

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Leaving is kinda sucky. Really, really sucky, actually.

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Ms. Leah Perlman claims that she always has boogies. I was not about to disagree with the young lady.

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Silent Sounds

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If you had a chance to head to New York City for the day, what would you do? You think about that, then ponder just what yours truly would do when he does that today.


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Quotes: SWFWDA

"Sorry -- I got distracted. I'm trying to deflect a potential setup by my landlord...this is ridiculous. He's a nice guy, and I love his family, and I'm sure some of his friends are lovely human beings.... but still, there's something icky about renting an apartment that comes with free dating advice, right?"

"I'm such an embarrassment to my gender."

"Every time my emotions surface and cause me further trouble, I remember all the good things about dying alone. That's going to be a good bumper sticker..."

"I'm not good at the whole flirtation concept...I've been known to misunderstand many date invites."

"I can even make him call imaginary boyfriend, I mean. His name and number are already in my phone...I have lots of pictures of the two of us."

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Da Buggah 'Ono!

Mmmm :)

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Glory Tied Up

I feel as though there are so many thoughts running through my mind, thoughts far too fleeting and far-off to actually grab hold of and examine at length. The funny thing is that these thoughts concern things that are the most concrete and important things...ever.

A little backing up is necessary, I suppose.

On Tuesday, as I was sitting at Gate C6, waiting to board my 6 PM flight out of SDF, listening to Sara tell me it was already 6 PM and realizing I had just gotten a text telling me my flight was delayed for half an hour, I pondered one big thought: God has wrapped up and tied together His glory, His eternal, infinite, perfect glory, with the lives of sinners. In a sense, He has put His glory on the line by taking that which is eternal, infinite and perfect, and wrapped it up together with that which is eternally hopeless, infinitely horrible, and offensive in its sinful imperfections, and brought the two irreconcilable things together in Christ.

Still with me?

Said differently, this is what God has done: He's taken His glory and made it so that His glory is displayed in the lives of sinners made saints. But He doesn't stop there, for He has chosen to make His glory seen primarily in this work. And still, He doesn't stop there, for He has chosen for His Son to dwell in bodily form for eternity, a bodily form that shamelessly shows forth the glorious proof of His redemptive work for all eternity. Christ came as a Man, died as a Man, and now lives as a Man. This is glorious!

And yet, I have a hard time understanding this. I suppose the practical side of such truths is kind of like the dark side of the moon: I know it's there, but that doesn't mean I can see it, and even if I could, it still seems far off and remote.

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Yeah, Doggy!

Darius is a rather large, if gentle, Mastiff. Kind of like how a young lion can be large and gentle, I suppose.

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Christmas 2008

Note the matching shirts...with an additional sticker on mine...

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"As I was taking old pictures and articles off the refrigerator, I found this dead gecko I splatted a few years ago but forgot about until now."

-Gary Lau

"Do you know what amniotic fluid is made of? Sandi likes to remind me that it's made up of close to a hundred percent urine."

-Andrew Uchida

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You thought I was in Pennsylvania. I told some of you I was going to New Jersey for the day. Little did you know... was actually Tokyo...

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Merry Christmas!

From me and the Japanese Santa Crause, have a great Christmas, everyone :)

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Wait, NJ?

Mitsuwa. Who'd have thought that on my first full day in Pennsylvania I'd go to New Jersey? Furthermore, who'd have thought that I'd go to New Jersey for some ridiculously stellar Japanese fare? Not I! Oishii!

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After three flight delays on two separate flights, being pulled over at the security screening checkpoint by an airport TSA agent, and around two hours of sitting on 422 West without moving, I'm here.

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Cup of the Afternoon

Oh gosh. This Ethiopian Harrar is going to end at some point. I'm not happy about it. Buttery body; muted fruit notes; milk and dark chocolate all over the place; pure deliciousness!

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In less than two hours, I'll have boarded my flight and be on my way east. It'll be the furthest east I've gone since that legendary trip to Maryland, and I've no doubt this celebratory jaunt has the potential to surpass even that. We'll see.

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I wonder...I've got four full days...a visit to a legit shop that just happens to have a Clover, perhaps?

Was it really that long ago? Yes, it was. Like I told Mr. Carpenter, it seems like Jimmy's accuracy had gone the way of Irish bowl wins as the season progressed. Hopefully the Irish will look more like this crew than the one we saw in the second half of the season.

To all you nonconformist hipsters out there, I used one in the 80's.

Pre or post? Good of many. No, not that pre or post, you theology nerds.

The title of this blog, in conjunction with the title and subject of this post, simply should not exist. But it does. And you know what? Philip Revell should know it does, too.

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Yes, my coffee mug is my accessory, just like ladies carry around a handbag or a purse as an accessory. Seriously, was sniffing Smitty's armpit all that bad? I think Lauren said, "Chris, stop it!" at least once for every one that Philip downed. No, Jack and Heather, I don't care if it seems like it, I have not been here since before 2001! Lukey still thinks cuff links are like buttons that come off. Are my hands really that soft? Still haven't packed. I love Dave Shuey. I've not had a drop of coffee in over 24 hours. New York, too? Twenty bucks for that sushi buffet, Rev...I'm so there. I don't care what you say, Jess, my wrists do not feel like a girl's wrists, but they are rather smooth from their lack of hair. Just because I've not drunk a drop doesn't mean I've not smelled or read about it. It looks like the answer to getting involved in the other person's life is much simpler than we thought...much better, too. Those freakin' videos really aren't uploading properly, and it's bothering me in a really improper way. Uchida and Letoto...heck yes!

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Koen: B & W

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Summer Sky

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So. I just got back from the Carpenters' home, the site of a rather legendary series of events. First, Rev gave a full and, according to Lauren and Amanda, faithfully inflected recounting of the Florida flight story. I, much to my chagrin, did not have my camera on me to video this retelling in the full.

I know, sad times.

Well, believe it or not, the evening only got better from there. How so, you ask? Well, I'll not ruin it by telling you, my readership, all of what happened, but I will say that it involved a few twenty dollar bills, three different video recording devices, and sympathy puking.

Yes. Legen...wait for it...and I hope you're not lactose-intolerant 'cause the second half of that word is...dary!

Oh, the irony of that statement in this story...

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Hebrews 12:18 - 24
For you have not come to a mountain that can be touched and to a blazing fire, and to darkness and gloom and whirlwind, and to the blast of a trumpet and the sound of words which sound was such that those who heard begged that no further word be spoken to them. For they could not bear the command, "IF EVEN A BEAST TOUCHES THE MOUNTAIN, IT WILL BE STONED." And so terrible was the sight, that Moses said, "I AM FULL OF FEAR and trembling." But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, and to myriads of angels, to the general assembly and the church of the firstborn who are enrolled in heaven, and to God, the Judge of all, and to the spirits of the righteous made perfect, and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood, which speaks better than the blood of Abel.

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I think it oddly awesome that that glass broke the way it did. I freakin' roofed Todd, but didn't put nearly as big a roof over him as Molly put up on MoBap. I think I know a little more of the answer to Kane's question. I really want to see it, but I don't see it yet. Little James Fullerton knows my name: "John! Toto!" Scarves are for cold people. Tuesday. Take the lens off, turn it around, and get really, really, really close...instant macro. Lukey knows what cuff links are, and what they are for: "They're like buttons that come off!" I don't need it, but I want another tat. Sushi is good; free sushi is better. It's all in the greens...all in the greens. Don't worry, Moon, there's no amusement for you here, so you're not missing out on anything...I promise. Okay, several tats. It's really amusing to your friends when the only other person with a key to your house, the house you just locked yourself out of, is the one who just left for her honeymoon. I'm a weenie, and I really do mean that. Dang, talk about overwhelming...I mean, what if we really do that? A little Black Sabbath would be good. "Let's face it, this isn't the worst thing you've caught me doing." After nearly three decades on this earth, I think it's fair to say I'm more of an acquired taste. just got a whole lot more complicated...and nothing's happened 'em.

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Shot Glass

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Conversant: SWFWDA

SWFWDA: "It's really hard to unaccept a date, if you've never seen it happen."

Me: "Have you done that?"

SWFWDA: "No comment."

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This Linkage is dedicated to little Koen. After all, he knows what his Uncle Johnny likes.

Whoa, I'd hate to see this come out of my Mini!

The heck with the dark side, right? Go light!

Perhaps two of this most esteemed readership will actually enjoy reading this. A few of you may desire to enjoy it, but are not quite there yet, and that, too, is fine. To the rest of you, I suggest you simply raise your mugs and enjoy the product of such zealous thinking, content in the knowledge that you yourselves need not be so fastidious to enjoy greatly the product of my fastidious nature.

Believe me, this is not what I mean when I talk about beans wrinkling.

They're speakin' my language -- even if the grammar could use a little fine-tuning.

. Better project.

Sure, I...heck, we, would love to drop some green on an old, gas-powered, cast iron hunk of drum-roasting hotness. But what to do with it? Ah, there's an answer for that question, a solution for that problem! I'm sure there are cheaper ones out there, but it's still nice to know that this exists.

Believe me, I know I'm not normal. Why? This gets me way too freakin' excited. I want to be invisible, too.

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Conversant: SWFWDA

The SWFWDA and I were chatting recently, and I told her that I thought it would be pretty cool to move somewhere where I didn't know anyone, and no one knew me.

SWFWDA: "You could have a moment of anonymity."

Me: "How long do you think that would last?"

SWFWDA: "I was sort of thinking a literal moment."

Me: "Oh."

Way to burst my bubble.

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Free is Good

Since I didn't have my camera on me (I know, I know), I had to settle for this shot with the phone. Oh well.

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She's Sweet

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Thoughts: Godward

"There is only one fountain of lasting joy -- the overflowing gladness of God in God. Without beginning and without ending, without source and without cause, without help or assistance, the spring is eternally self-replenishing. From this unceasing fountain of joy flow all grace and all joy in the universe -- and all the rest of this book. Let everyone who is thirsty come."

-John Piper, The Pleasures of God

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@5 Seconds

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Chat Log

When Kev asked me how I was doing, I replied, "Mmmmokay...I mean...very well...but that doesn't come easily...and I only realize that when I think about it...kinda the 'count your blessings' I don't bother to count, so I tend to feel like I'm not's stupid...the old, 'Man, I wish I had a cool place to live...I wish I had an awesome dad like he has...I wish I had money...I wish I knew the stuff so-and-so does.' And then I open my bible and read it...and I go, 'Dahmy.' "


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How'd You Do That?

"I've been lying in bed wide awake for the past hour! Probably shouldn't have had that coffee!"

That was the text I received from Dave at 11:16 pm last night. I'd been at a latte art party earlier in the evening when Dave stopped by for a bit before heading home for some shut-eye. The esteemed Mr. Moisan said he had an early flight to catch in the morning, so he wanted to get some rest while he could, and therefore would not be staying long. Of course, when I handed him a cup of that Tanzania Blackburn Estate, he couldn't resist its lure, so he sucked it down with gusto. Well, little did he know when he sent me that text message that I was actually in his house, just a flight of stairs away from his room.

His face when I opened the door to his room thirty seconds later was priceless :)

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Cup of the Afternoon

In the cup is an Ethiopia Koratie, wet-processed, a wonderful afternoon delight. Sweet, like warm juice, almost bouillon-like, but incredibly pleasant and light, it finishes with a nice and mild yeasty impression in the mouth. Simply put, it's delicious and drinkable!

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Username Addendum

"...dash Y-O-U-R-M-O-M."

-Warren Kesselring

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Mazzer This

That Mini is awesome. 'Nuff said.

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Cup of the Morning

Tanzania Blackburn Estate...juicy, sweet, and fruity!

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Office Goodies

Who needs breakfast, right? *Grin*

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A Letter

I hurt for you, friend, I really do. I won't pretend to understand what you're going through, but I will not shy away from letting you know that God does. Even as I think and type that, those words seem trite and far too easy to say, but they're still true. I wouldn't tell it to you if you didn't believe that yourself. I'm glad we were there with you tonight, but I shudder to think you still can feel so alone in the midst of it all. Thanks for letting us love you, buddy.

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He Had What?

"I had a dream last night with Dr. Nettles in it...

...he had on purple mascara and giant purple glasses."

-Stephen Mobley

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Single Linkage

They're just awesome. Yup.

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Still's a good thing God is much more faithful than I.

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I sit in my apartment right now, eyeballs slightly achy, nose a little stuffy, thoughts racing like bumper cars, and I really, really, really want to write. If I didn't have to wake up in the morning and go to work, I probably would down a little coffee -- well, a lot of coffee -- and get to it. Instead, I type out this half-baked stream of thought.

Such is life, right?

I want to tell all of you about my night last night, a night that consisted of alternating between brewing coffee in a cluttered kitchen while letting my Sojourn and Sunergos friends smell the dry and wet grounds and speaking to various individuals about coffee in general and the brewed coffees in particular. While I really want to tell you what some of those individuals said and did, I won't because I feel humbled and encouraged beyond my ability or right to share any of that. At least, not yet.

I want to unveil and give verbal shape and form to the weighty truths of conviction I've felt placed upon my heart this week.

I would love nothing more than to speak to my nieces and nephews, in person, and give them a hug. Of course, I would also like to detail exactly why I want to do that more this year than in any other year prior, but I don't think I least, not yet.

I think I'd like to take a week just to sit and think and write...of course, I've already written about that a few times recently, so this comes as nothing new to any of you. Seriously, though, I'm feeling the need for it. Consider it not merely a need to process, but more than that, a need for creative outlet.

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Through the Grinder

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Dave sent me this little blurb the other morning as a means of encouragement to take hope in the gospel...again. I often find that I need to do just that...again and again and again. I don't grab hold of it nearly enough,'s a wonderful thing, then, that the gospel does that to us.

"Their being discouraged by their sins will cost them many a prayer, many a tear, and many a groan; and that because their discouragements under sin flow from ignorance and unbelief. It springs from their ignorance of the richness, freeness, fullness, and everlastingness of God's love; and from their ignorance of the power, glory, sufficiency, and efficacy of the death and sufferings of the Lord Jesus Christ; and from their ignorance of the worth, glory, fullness, largeness, and completeness of the righteousness of Jesus Christ; and from their ignorance of that real, close, spiritual, glorious, and inseparable union that is between Christ and their precious souls.

"Ah! Did precious souls know and believe the truth of these things as they should, they would not sit down dejected and overwhelmed under the sense and operation of sin. God never gave a believer a new heart that it should always lie a-bleeding, and that it should always be rent and torn in pieces with discouragements."

-Thomas Brooks, Precious Remedies Against Satan's Devices

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What I'm Grateful For

It's a pretty awesome thing to have people come up to you and thank you for sharing "your craft" with them. It's even more awesome to realize that they really do mean it, and that they greatly appreciate and enjoy what you have come to appreciate and enjoy through many hours of dedication and labor.

What a

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Great Lunch

Thanks,'s to many more wonderful times.

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Shot Down

Single-origin shots really don't hide the defects of a bean; by the same token, they really do reveal all the various facets of what a bean has to offer, so tasting a single-origin pull of a shot of espresso can be incredible. Here, Kane, Michael and I do just that...several times over.

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Bourbon balls are my friends...but just like real life, I can only have so many of them. Sorry, Hermoso...I'll bring you coffee! ARC time, Charlie, ARC time. You're right, MJB, I do indeed do those sorts of things to your impressions of my wardrobe...because I can...and I enjoy it. Dude, the Keymaster was totally creepy! My pastor is amazing, and not just 'cause he packs my theological pipe. Eric, seriously, one guess? Chillin' in the Chemic house and listening to the latest song...almost legendary. Kitchen table very soon, 'Drew...we're long overdue, brother. Words that are imprecise yet effective are a guilty pleasure of mine...more on the guilty, less on the pleasure. Thanks to the Redheaded Stepchild, that 40% got an extra 20%. Tomorrow, LD and I will chill like it's 2008. Sasquatch stole my food. White Brown & Gray, I'm thinkin' about pancakes...yes, those pancakes. T-Squared; Toto; MoBap;'ll feel like 2003 in Levering Gym on Monday night! The Ethiopian thingy should be pretty awesome, as will the latte art dealio. Fridays in December do not make for a calm work environment in the office. Having Eric declare me one of the people they would want to survive the End of the World is high praise...even though I don't know who else comprises the "we" of that declaration.

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AM Announcement

Good morning, it's Friday!

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You Should Come

Read it. Yours truly will be there, brewing up some delicious beanage.

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Tropical Toto

Upon returning to my cubicle this afternoon, I found that Karen decided I was in need of a little Christmas cheer, so she added a little seasonal decoration:

Later, Stephen remarked, "It's like a new Barbie: Tropical Toto." Gotta love my coworkers...

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Order 373946

16 lbs of green coffee has arrived...

...including 2 lbs of robusta...

...espresso blending shall ensue shortly...

...after all, there is a wonderful purpose...

...Kane's barista competition in February...

...Chicago, here we come!

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Koen: B & W

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Pastoral Pith and...Pity?

"You may not have the gift of singleness, but you do have the gifts of singleness!"

-Ryan Fullerton

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What Uncle Johnny Drinks: 10

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1 John 4:10
In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.

Once upon a time, there was a father who was told by God to sacrifice his son, his only son, the son of his love. This father went and obeyed, yet God stayed his wrathful hand of obedience and love, and this loving father's son was spared.

Once upon a time, there was a man who was told by God to go and love a woman who would not return his love, a woman of infidelity and brokenness, a woman who would leave this man and break his heart. This man was told to go and love her again, to purchase back she who was his own in shame and humiliation, and love her as she did not deserve to be loved: in righteousness and justice, lovingkindness and compassion, and in faithfulness.

Once upon a time there was King, and He was born amongst the animals. For a royal birthing court His Father brought to Him mere shepherds, the lowliest of the low; yet these simpletons had invitations that echoed with heavenly glory and divine delight. Never was any birth so royal, never any so meek, so fitting. Even then, even at His birth, the King bid the lowliest of the low, "Come to me!" for He would not turn away His people, those whom He loved, those whom His Father had given to Him.

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Oh gosh.

Sticky, sticky.

on blogging.

Bones, teeth and hair, oh my!

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This was supposed to be posted on Sunday, but for some reason, it got lost in the mix. Ironic, considering that it was meant to commemorate a day that was to be unforgettable...with an image of a place where many now find peace and solace...a day that was to live in infamy.

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Ink Think

I feel the need to sit and write and think...

...for a long, long while... candlelight, with quill and ink.

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This is the unedited chat log from when an anonymous Southern Seminary student and I were communicating via Al Gore's wonderful creation the other day:

me: your status starts with, "You wanna know..."
and I keep glancing at it and hearing in my head, "I wanna know what love iiiissss..."
DeeLishus: you're crazy
me: "I want you to shooowww meeeee..."
DeeLishus: what is love
me: baby don't hurt me
don't hurt me
no more
DeeLishus: no more
what is love
me: hahahaha
DeeLishus: all this while dr. moore is lecturing

No lie, that.

posted by Bolo | 5:43 PM
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Lights Out

posted by Bolo | 11:29 AM
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"One of these days...

...I'm going to make fun of your age...

...and you're just gonna snap...

...go all Asian on me."

-Peter Sieg

posted by Bolo | 8:53 AM
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Whoa. I had heard about it, but I didn't think it would really happen. The Hawai'i Bowl? Oh, the irony is ridiculous...

posted by Bolo | 12:15 AM
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Sermon Snippet

"Listen to this, this is radical: Paul is leading people back to good doctrine by their experience. Put that in your theological pipe and smoke it."

-Ryan Fullerton, Gospel Interrogation: Galatians 3:1 - 5

posted by Bolo | 1:37 PM
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Painting Party Again

posted by Bolo | 10:18 AM
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That look on Lang's face was absolutely priceless. Okay, so maybe I did get a bit of dog hair with that cookie. The third shot was great, but I think we could have dialed it in to make it stellar if we had had more time. I still find it ridiculous that the first person who told me about Tim Tebow was Ridiculous. I still want to chase plastic. So I locked the keys in least Warren has a spare...right? "Hey Brooks, can I get a latte?" Yes, it tasted like beer! You just know they weren't really going to walk back. RichardtheLionheart777, right, Ricky? Makana told her daddy that he looks handsome, just like her Uncle Johnny. Yes, Stephanie Keith, I'm really 29. "Do you have some sort of certification? Like, E-M-T or F-A-G?" I love the fact that I figured it out on my own, then confirmed it with Rev. Seriously, it's not like I go around telling people their fashion foibles or anything...I can't help it if I see them, though. Wow, they separated quickly. Jeesh, the ladies think you should have put a mole on your face for the know, to make it a little more lifelike.

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