coffee

Say We’d Meet…

…outside of the blogosphere, in Montreal at the end of May. You’re in town for the week—we’d catch up over coffee. Friday late morning could work, after I drop my daughter at the daycare. I could meet you at Shäika, or better yet, at Kokkino Café—I’m in the mood for a cinnamon bun. Let’s say … Continue reading »

A™ Madame™ Weebles™ Magnificent™ Birthday™

Weebles made her graceful entrance on A Clown on Fire on April 29, 2012. We quickly discovered that we both shared a love for coffee beans—not the picking part, this should be left to the fair trade farmers, but the French pressed kind, in a large cup… repeatedly. We found common grounds: insomnia, Rush (Weebs loves … Continue reading »

Santa, Don’t Rain on My Parade

On a crisp autumn Friday night, my wife and I were lounging, quiescent, in our living room. The fire was crackling, and the smell of cinder was covering up the stench of my daughter’s soiled diaper. We were about to turn off the record player…the sounds of Burt Bacharach, the shearling soft voice, and something about … Continue reading »

Hey, WordPress!

Reblogged from Fear No Weebles: First of all, thank you for choosing one of my posts to be Freshly Pressed.  That was very nice of you, and I appreciate your not holding my fondness for swearing against me. I just have one teeny, tiny issue.  It’s about that Le Clown guy.  You knew this was coming, … Continue reading »

On coffee

I’m writing this during my sixth cup of coffee [by cup I mean the shipping container-sized bucket of joe pictured below], and this post is all about coffee… The end of the world is coming, according to the Mayans and the interweb [bearer of the Truth]… With potentially just a few more months to live, … Continue reading »

Saturday Morning Coffee