From a blog I used to have called Otherpeoplesblogs.
For the last couple of days, Devin has been complaining about the weather in NYC. I teased him about it yesterday, but could tell that a second day of “obligatory ’82 degrees in Southern California” comments would not go over well.
All of this brings to mind one of my favorite scores of the holidays, which I am using right now in honor of Devin’s mood.
My partner received one as a part of a gift basket from a client, and having never lived (or even visited) NYC, he had no idea what it meant. I, of course, flipped out. Eventually, I asked if I could have it, (always a good idea to wait a few weeks before cherry-picking someone’s gift baskets), and soon it came home with me.
I am not going to say the cup makes me feel smarter, or that the coffee tastes any better, but it does put me in a different place when I use it. All the Los Angeles sun in the world cannot compete with a blue cup. (Besides, back with I dated the CMU/Berkley professor, I said I was moving to Los Angeles so I no longer had to think.)
I am glad to see that people with some pretty big brains also have the ceramic Greek cup on their mind.