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cafes fascinate me
i could even say cafes saved my life. last time i was unemployed i lived at haight and central. were it not for the cafes on haight and masonic ifear i would never have been employed again. because its hard to get out when you're demoralized and out of work. everything costs money that you don't have and so its easy to stay at home with the siren song of judge judy. but i did get out. and for $1.37 i could drink coffee and write and people watch. i did this in michigan too. when surrounded by so few people who shared my interests if i could just find a coffee house it was ok. the people maybe weren't mine but they were closer and there was a comraderie there.
today i was thinking of this as i asked online a pal o mine about new cafes in the neighborhood we used to share. i am still down there a bit and the one main hipster cafe is overrrun and closes early. she told me new places and i checked the websites and realized a common theme which does in fact apply to the cafes of my younger years. cafes are timeless. or rather - they are intentionally analog. even when they have wireless and everyone is on a laptop. the cafe itself uses lots of woods and often other old fashioned touches to remind you - we're in the real world, something never change, and making coffee is a messy, human, analog endeavor and so is drinking it.
it's a nice break in all of the net hoohaw to just stop and get a cuppa coffee. and thats the whole point right?
a place where it all stops. all of the fancy shiny tech blah stops.
and we feed that human need for coffee.
i could even say cafes saved my life. last time i was unemployed i lived at haight and central. were it not for the cafes on haight and masonic ifear i would never have been employed again. because its hard to get out when you're demoralized and out of work. everything costs money that you don't have and so its easy to stay at home with the siren song of judge judy. but i did get out. and for $1.37 i could drink coffee and write and people watch. i did this in michigan too. when surrounded by so few people who shared my interests if i could just find a coffee house it was ok. the people maybe weren't mine but they were closer and there was a comraderie there.
today i was thinking of this as i asked online a pal o mine about new cafes in the neighborhood we used to share. i am still down there a bit and the one main hipster cafe is overrrun and closes early. she told me new places and i checked the websites and realized a common theme which does in fact apply to the cafes of my younger years. cafes are timeless. or rather - they are intentionally analog. even when they have wireless and everyone is on a laptop. the cafe itself uses lots of woods and often other old fashioned touches to remind you - we're in the real world, something never change, and making coffee is a messy, human, analog endeavor and so is drinking it.
it's a nice break in all of the net hoohaw to just stop and get a cuppa coffee. and thats the whole point right?
a place where it all stops. all of the fancy shiny tech blah stops.
and we feed that human need for coffee.
