The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake. Surely there's something better to do, though, than to drink a cup of instant coffee. Such as meditate?
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Ron Garrigues just might have been the first hippie in the coffee business. He was himself, and that was different in a way that I did not think was allowed. Marcel S. Garrigues Company weighed, sampled and reconditioned coffee for Hills Bros. A long haired artist, Himalayan hiker, and committed non-conformist among a suit and tie, conservative, three martini lunch crowd.
I'm a pornographer. I make dirty, filthy, violent, and sometimes disgusting movies for a living. It doesn't make me a bad guy.
I usually order a tall brewed coffee at my neighborhood Starbucks. While I wait for my beverage, I hum along with the Muzak. Coffee and Christmas have come to China in a big way. Make that coffee, Christmas and capitalism. In my neighborhood alone I can choose from a half dozen coffee shops. I have a snapshot of workers erecting a Merry Christmas sign above the entry to our local mall. Of course, Christmas is not a government holiday so there is no time off from work. But that does not seem to impede the commercial possibilities. For me, Christmas is about traditions — family, friends, food and festivities- and, of course, there is the religious tradition as well.