To Use Only Prepositional Phrases.

I just spent the morning researching coffee and day dreaming about what the flavors described would taste like. I am drinking yesterdays coffee. A lot of mistakes were made this morning. Mostly the one where I was fifteen minutes late to work.
I've decided to spend my day reading philosophy: communications philosophies, leadership theories, coffee philosophy. Coffee Philosophy would be a great title to an atrocious book. Probably about teenagers or people in their early twenties. Probably female. Probably white. I just stereotyped a book up. It's that easy to make millions, clearly.
But truthfully, coffee philosophy is something I really believe in. Not to the extent that I would make a website about it, I don't think. But, then again, I made a website about myself. Several, in fact.
It's the relationship to the world that comes about from thinking about coffee and the ways that it exists as a symbol. You can't unstir the cream from your coffee. You measure your life in coffee spoons. It's the best part of waking up. And the process, too, of coffee. Very important.
Because you begin with hundreds of very small things that are alike but not the same. And ground them down until they are the same. Then you scald them with hot water and drink them. Absurd when you really think about it. More absurd if you think they have feelings. But there's a coming together and the formation of a new thing when you make coffee, and the same is true when you drink it.

I haven't written about coffee so intensely since I was 18.


I'm going to be done now.

To Begin

To consider life is too broad. To consider words is too overwhelming. To consider the relationship between life and words may cause cerebral hemorrhaging. And yet...

I am not a student anymore, and I thought, often, that once I wasn't a student, I would read so much more. This is not the case. Life caught up with me and I forgot about books, about other peoples and my own. I neglected journaling and I certainly avoided the concept of putting that journaling out to the world. But, in an effort to shirk my Luddite tendencies, I suppose I can face this fear. With a great deal of trepidation, but facing it, no less.

I think, though, or rather, it is making me think about the ease that comes with using social media, a Facebook post here, a Tweet there. Things that the world can see if they Google my name (why would they Google my name? I don't know). But this, with anonymity intact as much as I choose, is somehow harder.
Perhaps it is simply that we are social creatures, but being social creatures does not mean that we share our hearts with society. In truth, a protester and I probably get much closer with a sign than I do when I get coffee with a friend.

But such is the power of the written word.