Good morning. 🌓🌔🌕
3 April 2026
I’m sitting here watching my cursor blink while I sip my coffee. Well—I was—before deciding to type something, anything, just to get the morning moving. Every time I pause, the cursor starts blinking again, as if nudging me to keep going.
The coffee is unusually good today. I finally worked my way through the ten pounds of pre‑ground coffee I accidentally ordered a while back. You might remember me mentioning that, if you’ve been subjected to the morning minutiae I tend to spill onto the page. So this morning I had relatively fresh, French‑roasted whole beans to run through the grinder. I should probably order more right away rather than risk waking up one morning with no coffee. The horror 😱.
Yes, I’m a practicing coffee snob—or at least I try to be. I have to admit I’m not a very accomplished one. If coffee snobs had belts, I’d probably be a green belt. Maybe even white. After all, I buy affordable beans and use a drip coffee maker. A black belt would be brewing Jamaican Blue Mountain at a hundred bucks a pound and probably using a French press with a sense of ceremony. I’m over here in the five‑to‑seven‑dollar range.
Did you know there are coffee beans that cost over a thousand dollars per pound? Ospina Dynasty runs about $1,540 per pound. I only know that because I looked it up. I can’t imagine anyone paying that much for beans of any kind—except maybe Jack. What a poor example of a coffee snob I must be.
And there it is again: the blinking cursor.
“What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup.” — Henry Rollins
“You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.” — Jack London
“I’m not a snob. Ask anybody. Well… anybody who matters.” — Simon Le Bon
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