The first thing I notice is the TV antenna. It's affixed to that skinny mast. There's no rotor. Its pointing like a compass toward civilization. This image is testimony that although cable has yet to arrive on scene, drugs have made themselves at home here at 45 Main Street USA where "we never close."



I snapped the picture via Blackberry while visiting this anonymous… Continue

Brewing coffee is a four minute novel.



Pulling a shot of espresso is a mere fraction of that.



You grind, you heat, coffee blooms, and then it dies. The novel, the ceremony, takes on the seriousness of a game.



For example, coffee is like a game of pinball. Pinball, like brewing coffee, is random, encased in glass, and an event, once the ball is launched, almost entirely… Continue