A line cast, a hope followedThursday, March 17, 2005
Courtesy of the party hostess extraordinnaire Leslee, a link to a New York times article by David Brooks about my destination, and about a world that stunts excess in the most bizarre ways.
The waiter thrust a ladle into the inferno and lifted up long, dripping streams of blue fire, hoisting the burning liquid into hypnotizing, showy cascades. He poured out a circle of flame onto the tablecloth in front of us. It was a lavish pyre of molten, inebriating java and then, when he swung around to where I was sitting, I turned and asked the climactic question:
"Is it decaf?" Now go read the rest.
Hopefully, I can live with a philosophy of nearly full abandon.
(At least with the exception of caffeine...)
Enjoy the next 10 days, I should be offline most or all of it.
The waiter thrust a ladle into the inferno and lifted up long, dripping streams of blue fire, hoisting the burning liquid into hypnotizing, showy cascades. He poured out a circle of flame onto the tablecloth in front of us. It was a lavish pyre of molten, inebriating java and then, when he swung around to where I was sitting, I turned and asked the climactic question:
"Is it decaf?" Now go read the rest.
Hopefully, I can live with a philosophy of nearly full abandon.
(At least with the exception of caffeine...)
Enjoy the next 10 days, I should be offline most or all of it.
