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blacksmith's shop in lunenburg.
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i am starting to panic.

could this be tranquility?

Acheivements for today include, but are not limited too:
- Getting up at 6:45 to make it to the doctors for 8:30.
- Figuring out my fall/winter 2008/09 schedule.
- Successfully signing up for 7 of 10 classes.
- Discovering why I can't sign up for the other three, but being assured by those in the know that it will be possible soon. Everything is good there.
- Reading most of the play for class, before class.
- Finishing everything that I needed to do this week, before the end of the week.
- Playing with Jane.

My classes for next year are:
Fall:

Intro to Professional Writing
Writing in the Digital Age
Canterbury Tales
Reporting Techniques
Intro to Narrative Non-Fiction

Winter:
Cartoons and Comics
Poetry of the Early 20th Century
Making Gender: American Revolution to Present
Feature Writing
Copy Editing

I think I will enjoy the year. But man, was it ever stressful to get to this point.

Plus, today, and last night, I was overwhelmed by a wonderful feeling of calm and clairty. I think this semester is going to end alright. Plus, I've been on this super-productivity kick lately. So hopefully it'll continue on Sunday after I give myself a little break starting tomorrow at 6:30.

Now I'm off to crawl between my lovely sheets to wait for my love to join me in the rustle of our slumber.

images of grandma.

images of grandma.

images of grandma.

pro.duc.tive

Today, I spent the whole afternoon cleaning. I completely disregarded the to-do list for the next three weeks and threw caution (and my better judgment) to the wind.

It started with the hall closet. Some might be inclined to call it a pantry. I would too, except a pantry suggests food, and there has never been, and never will be, food in it. I just call it the hall closet. It's bigger than a coat closet, more of a walk-in closet size. It has shelves going up to the ceiling, which is very high. Until today it had been the dumping ground for all the well-intentioned recyclables, the stuff that had been tossed our way from well-meaning relatives, and cleaning supplies, kitty litter, brooms, baskets, buckets, a pair of skates, blankets blankets blankets, and fabric.

Now, it is a well-organized, recycling facility. Combined with an art supply storage area. It has hooks holding a bag of plastic bags for the litter, skates, and scoops. On the higher shelves are the less-used items. A box of yarn and knitting supplies, winter mitts, the bread maker, our fold-up deck chairs, the spare leaves for the table, and number two of our two mini coffee makers.

Of course, in making a mess, by way of cleaning up, I managed to extend my cleaning scope out to the kitchen, which I scrubbed, scraped and shuffled. I also made my way to the craft room, which needed some intense organizing and cleaning. Jane's fluffy toys had been making fluffy babies behind dressers and desks. Cameras were spilling out of and off of every surface. And paper, paper, paper.

The product of this productivity is a clean craft room, an organized file box of papers, a clean desk, shelved books, sorted cameras, a clean closet, a clean kitchen, a clean under the sink area (which has been a breeding ground for plastic bags of every size, style and description. (I also found several odd wood cleaning products, no fire lighting fluid and oven cleaner, and yogurt container full of pennies and little army figures.)

The most exciting of the output is the three bags sitting on my back deck. One for papers, one for plastics and one for garbage. It's quite exciting, believe me.

Upcoming on the Cleaning & Organizing Spree of 2008: Composting. And also: deciphering the mystery of the cupboard.

Starbucks and the Denigration of Home

When Starbucks first began, the founding members believed that coffee was something that should be enjoyed in the home. Home brewing was common and coffee consumption was a family affair and had no place outside of the home. In the morning coffee would be consumed, often with milk, cream or sugar, in a glass mug with a picture of Santa Clause on it, or “World’s Best Dad.” Of course, even in the beginning there was an economic division between coffee drinkers: those who could afford fancy brewing systems and fresh roasted beans, and those who bought their coffee from a shelf in aisle four of the nearest grocery store.

When those who could afford fancy brewing machines were offered the ease of personally engineered cups of manufactured coffee they reveled in its greatness. The perfect cup of coffee. The ever elusive, ever changing, perfect cup of coffee. The brewing of coffee was an art form, a discipline and only those who studied the culture of beans could truly understand the scientific and artistic talent that went into the perfect coffee bean. So naturally, when these experts of caffeinated beverage creation offered up the perfect cup of coffee at a price slightly higher – but worth the extra few pennies – than the average cup of home brew, those with the extra pennies lined up for a perfect cup. After this, people became dissatisfied by their home brew. They realized that their perfect cup of coffee could only come from an expensive machine the size of a refrigerator. They realized that their perfect cup was not perfect until it was boiled to the perfect temperature, stirred and served up by a smiling barista whose pep gave the impression that she too, enjoyed a perfect cup, or two.

Originally, the company merely stuck to coffee beverages: the standard light, medium and dark roasts, the optional extra espresso shot, and the complimentary cream and sugar. With the growing popularity and the growing line-ups, Starbucks gave the masses something more to swallow. With these changes came the obligatory rise in price eliminating yet another economic bracket out of the door. These new cups of coffee, the second generation of coffee, involved whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles, and an assortment of flavoured sugar pumps to give their already addictive caffeinated beverages an extra kick for your dollar. With the ever-evolving options of coffee variations, one could drink a cup of coffee every day for a year without exhausting the whole list of combination possibilities. Was today a hazelnut day? How about whole milk? Skim? Starbucks branded these drinks and coveted their secret recipes – of course, they didn’t want the masses to discover that they too could brew the perfect cup – and developed their own lingo. This was called, ‘calling the drink’ a systematic naming system that followed a logical pattern of options. This system which rested on the fact that no uninformed member of the public could possibly figure out their symbols, caused many an intimidated customer to shyly approach the counter and whimper, “medium dark roast please.” This stammer was met with the same pep as our perky barista earlier, “Do you mean a ‘Grande Café Verona?” Which obviously confused the old and feeble and the young and uninformed. A cup of coffee was no longer just a cup of coffee, it had its own jacket, and its own designer cardboard cups, its own sizing, and its own special name that made it sound expensive and exotic. Gone were the days of a doughnut and a double-double. If the words double-double were uttered within the sacred green walls of a Starbucks franchise, the only appropriate response would be a confused blinking and a repeating of “What can I get for you today?”

With the rise in inflation, the rise in the cost of bean production, and a rise in the cost of transport, (not to mention rising minimum wages) the price of that perfect cup of coffee crept close and closer to the five-dollar mark.

With these ever expanding possibilities came the seasonal drinks. Today, you know the seasons are changing by the colour of the cups at your local Starbucks. There is no chance that you’ll miss their new line of winter themed drinks that march out of the door one by one in the frosty hands of your neighbours and friends. Of course, Starbucks also provides the perfect meeting place for business meetings, craft groups, new mom’s and friends and neighbours. Starbucks has essentially replaced the function of your living room with their “third home environment,” that is, third after home and work. Now, the culturally aristocratic thing to do is march your screaming caffeinated babies up to the bar and order a grande, non-fat-no-whip-half-sweet-cinnamon-dolce-latte, and a ‘short’ cup for the little ones. Park yourself next to Mrs. Next-door, and Mrs. Down-the-Street, and pacify the kids with spoonfuls of caffeine infused whip cream while you discuss the finer points of your yoga work out.