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even older stuff

Saturday, September 29, 2007


For those of you who don't know, I am a coffee geek. I am a coffee geek to the point that I have a cup of coffee tattooed on my body. Some people open a can of folgers and call it a morning. Some go a step further and buy good quality pre ground beans. Some brave souls make the process even more complicated by grinding their own whole roasted beans. I surpass all of that and buy green, unroasted coffee beans, roast them my self, then grind in a pavoni burr grinder, then brew in one of 6 or 7 different brewing methods that I own.

The result? A truly incredible, ethereal, proper cup of coffee... and a process that takes so much time that my lazy side kicks in and I end up going down to the local shop instead of having to go through that whole hassle. I've coffee snobbed my self beyond my own desire for coffee.

That being said, yesterday I was having a conversation wih miss Amy from Java's, bemoaning the lack of a good tanzanian peaberry anywhere near the island when I realized that it had been almost 2 years since I last roasted a coffee bean. So when I went home, I dug around, found my stash, and spent the next 2 hours roasting, sampling, peering, sniffing, listening, and anticipating the coming of monday... when I can finally brew the stuff. (did I mention that to get the proper taste, you're supposed to let the freshly roasted beans rest or "degas" for 24-48 hours. Otherwise the excess carbon dioxide interferes with the flavor)

So if you're bored on monday, come by the coffee shop.. I'm going to see if I can sneak in a pot of my stuff next to the house blend for everyone to try.

On the menu? 3 different roasts of Kauai Estate Reserve, and a french roast of '00 Dominican Republic Montana Verde Estate.

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Sunday, September 09, 2007


Team Nasty Goes Down!!!

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Tuesday, September 04, 2007


On The Toad Again
Words by Keith Martin

On the toad again, just can't wait to get on the toad again
livin' life is lickin' tree frogs with my friends
I can't wait to get on the toad again

On the toad again, seeing things that have not ever been
getting high while i am lickin a frogs skin
I can't wait to get on the toad again

On the toad again, just can't wait to get on that toad again
living life like hunter thompson and his friends
I can't wait to get on the toad again

On the toad again, seeing colors, bugs and spiders on the highway
will it ever end??? Oh my god I tthink that they are crawling my way, crawling my way

On the toad again, just can't wait to get on the toad again
seeing things that have not ever, ever been
and I can't wait to get on the toad again
I can't wait to get on the toad again

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Monday, August 27, 2007

word of the day
Current mood: waiting to get brunk

brunk: (Adj.) drunk in the morning, either leftover from the night before, or starting fresh in the morning. Usage: "dude, I got like 2 hours of sleep. I am so freaking brunk." "hey, do you want to get some bloody mary's, maybe get a little brunk?"
origin: a contraction consisting of the words brunch (or breakfast) and drunk. From the galveston English.
New word courtesy of brian ramm

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Saturday, August 25, 2007

Current mood: groggy

5:42 Am. At work after the second night in a row of 3.5-4 hours of sleep. I used to do this all the time, right?

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

There’s a dial on the side, and you make your selection...
Current mood: accomplished

So, on Sunday I decided to wander around the antique shops. Not until I got to one and started perusing did I realize that I had a goal. I was looing around at stuff like I always do, and kept noticing myself graviting towards shiny things with rounded corners and cords and plugs. Irons, old popcorn poppers, old radios.... and then I saw it. A 60's era Sunbeam all chrome Toaster. For $10. How can you pass that up? So I got it. And I polished it. And I figured out a way to make the cord into a neck strap. And I got some forks. And I practiced. And at Gravity on Sunday night, I performed "Yeah, Toast" by Heywood Banks. Fricking Awesome.

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Saturday, August 11, 2007

ranting is therapeutic
Current mood: aggravated
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

Ok folks, here's the deal...

Why is it that people can't seem to understand the concept that if want to stay employed, you have to show up for work... not just sometimes, not every now and again, not 15, 20, 30 minutes, an hour late. You show up ontime, everyday, without question, comment or excuse. Every day I deal with this mentality that the system, the government, the corporate fear of lawsuits will protect you if you decide that you want to stay home. And i'm not a total ass, i understand that sometimes, shit happens. Babies get sick, cars break down, people die, etc... but they don't do it every week.

"But mr keith, my dog ate my baby and my alarm clock was sick and leprechauns stole my car keys while a unicorn shoved it's horn up my ass and inflamed my hemmorhoids and gave me explosive diarhea..... so I really couldn't come in"

"Again? Didn't that happen last week?"

"No, last week my leprechaun stole my baby, my dog ate my unicorn, my alarm clock had hemmorhoids and my car keys were sick with the explosive diarhea."


I DON"T FRIGGIN CARE. Because when it comes down to it, however valid or emotional or disgusting the sob story is, no matter how fantastic a worker you are, you're no good to me if you're at home. You're no good to the 20 other people you just screwed over if you're at home. You're no good to the 500 customers who will get their breakfast late when you're at home. You may be able to simultaneously fix a broken oven, make 250 chicken cordon bleus, and wash my car, all while crapping perfect chocolate eclairs and whistling dixie, but if you're not here, it doesn't matter. You're useless.

So kids, show up. If you're not dead or bleeding beyond the capacity of a normal bath towel, show up. Unless you don't want to work for me any more...

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Friday, July 27, 2007

gravy math
Current mood: amused

So today I made 30 gallons of gravy. 30 freaking gallons of gravy! That's a lot of gravy... you wanna know how much gravy that really is???

That's enough gravy to fill my fishtank with.

That's enough gravy to take a bath in.

That amount of gravy, if it were gasoline, would get from here to austin and back.

The calories in that amount of gravy, 59,520, are enough for a 175 lb. bicycle rider going 15 mph. to travel from Houston to Chicago.

That's 238.189 BTU's of gravy

That same gravy, spread in a 1/4 inch layer, would be enough gravy to cover a chicken fried steak that was 12 by 18 feet.

That's more than 250 lbs. of gravy.

And it'll all be gone by monday.

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Sunday, July 15, 2007


Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my froonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

Currently reading :
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, 25th Anniversary Edition
By Douglas Adams
Release date: 03 August, 2004

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Thursday, July 12, 2007

A legendary ass
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life

so, once in a while, there comes along an ass that is so incredible, so beautiful, that poems, songs, and blogs are written about it.

My Pappaw had that ass, and her name was Jenny Lynn.

Jenny Lynn, named after the Swedish opera star, Jenny Lind, was born somewhere around 1974, and was purchased by my grandfather in 1976, when my brother was 1. It was almost a rite of passage in my family to go out to the back pasture and ride jenny around in circles. I can still remember being about 6 and watching my sister take her first ride. Even a late as a few years ago, the great-grandkids got to take a turn.

Jenny was originally a plow animal, and was so well trained on that that when you would go out to visit hwr, she would walk exactly 5 feet behind you, the length of the lead rope my Pappaw used on her. Even when she got too old to plow, she would get upset if she wasn't hooked up to the harness and taken around a few times (through some very soft dirt) at least once or twice a season.

Jenny Lynn died this morning. And so I would like all of you to go out to your favorite establishment and raise a glass... beer, wine, iced tea... It doesn't matter, to the best donkey a kid could ever know, Jenny Lynn.

Rest in peace Jenny. We will all miss you.

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