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Mar. 7th, 2009 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzMy coffee dream:
I do have one insane dream, and it formed long before I even knew a murky or a galaxy hut. I know nothing about coffee, nothing about cupcakes (another lawyer's successful dream), and nothing about beer. As I sit here in murky, I think how wonderful it would be to have a murky combined with a galaxy hut. Neither seems like it is a success financial venture, but…I love either the atmosphere or the atmosphere I want to find here. I love the truly diverse group here - the churchy folks, the old folks, the couples with newborns, the indie kids…usually diverse means a bunch of kids in black or tight sweaters - here the cab driver and mechanic are drinking coffee by the gay hippie and indie kid. I know nothing of retail, coffee, or beer…but I have money and an unformed dream. Would it be insane, is it insane, that any part of my brain tumbles the idea of having an Arlington indie hole? I don't think my pittance is enough, certainly my brain isn't enough, and I … I don't even _get_ people…I mean if I don't know who is on tv, don't know film stars, and can never predict tech trends, how could I understand the crowd enough to run a business?
When I switched from latte to mugs of coffee, the guy at the counter asked me what my favorite police album was. I recovered quickly from wondering where the question came from to remembering that I threw on my police reggatta de blanc t-shirt. I told him that was probably it, and it was odd to have bought this shirt as an ironic hot-topic t-shirt when I actually have the vinyl album at home - I should get a string and wear the record out. He said his dad had a bunch of police albums on vinyl and his favorite was between (this one) and synchronicity. I told him that oddly he was playing my dad's vinyl collection on his ipod - the ipod is playing music in murky, and today has been nonstop old beatles albums (old - pre sgt pepper). See the interweaving layers of old music and meshing of generations?
The stupid dream is to have a place that is essentially a cross between murky and galaxy hut. Both have tiny local bands. Both have delicious strong dark liquids. One opens early, the other late.
Hey wait, my gf used to work in a coffee hole. She looks like one of those people I like to see in a coffee place. And I know Kelowna - _she_ knows people and crowds better than I (still we argue - I can't accept this). In my tiny mind a place that serves spooky exotic brown coffee and beer that has people that look, talk, and act like Kel and Janna is heaven. These old and middle people in the morning, those younger weirdos at night - without the stupid smoke - just sounds insanely fun to me.
Would I enjoy having my life depend on that though? That's a far cry from sitting here risking nothing but hours and $20s.
I'm not a millionaire - a millionaire can fund a stupid dream with inadequate resources other than that one. I'm just a thousandaire. I'm also terrified of risk - particularly when the upside would be what…spiritual? Chasing an unformed dream?
Did, as I say, art really stop 20 years ago, and today all we do is remake and cover old songs, books, films, and comic books? Or is it more a case that things are actually better now - that back then due to difficult distribution only a small number of products were siphoned through the media machine which inadvertently reduced the number of choices resulting in homogeneous products…while today only those that appeal to the masses are widely known, but you can easily publish any work and locate your own audience?
Jose's shop employees:
Colin makes things where you can see how they work. Nadra grows things. Janna makes coffee things. Kel plans things. Dave cooks things. Wendy decorates. Steve puts art on the walls. Donna sings. Higgins does door. Slash bounces. Lori foods. Kirstin rides her bike on the roof? and ensures pet friendly. El attorneys in the background.
There is a shoppe cam so you can see if it is busy or not remotely. No smoking but a very smoke-friendly patio or even separate ventilated room.
Seth organizes game events. Steve and Kitty organize events I can't yet imagine but that costume fabulously. I think Tracey does books? Costumes? Secretly she therapies broken people both working in and attending shoppe. Tavern?
This dream has cost me between $20-25. When I've had this much coffee I react with experience like I am drunk - I move slower to compensate for expected altered senses. I withdraw a bit, barriers come up with regard to voice and written communications to review extra carefully what may come flying out.
DAMNIT I didn't apply for that job at the SBA. Damnit damnit damnit. I had no idea it closed 3/6.
I've got your social networking / facebook / twitter right here!
I have work fear right now that I could alieve by…working, doing more prep work on my case that tries this week…but…I don't want to. I'd rather fear than … this is me being selfish and enjoying what I'm enjoying right now, even if it costs me. Ok, back to work. Only, maybe with open windows.
I do have one insane dream, and it formed long before I even knew a murky or a galaxy hut. I know nothing about coffee, nothing about cupcakes (another lawyer's successful dream), and nothing about beer. As I sit here in murky, I think how wonderful it would be to have a murky combined with a galaxy hut. Neither seems like it is a success financial venture, but…I love either the atmosphere or the atmosphere I want to find here. I love the truly diverse group here - the churchy folks, the old folks, the couples with newborns, the indie kids…usually diverse means a bunch of kids in black or tight sweaters - here the cab driver and mechanic are drinking coffee by the gay hippie and indie kid. I know nothing of retail, coffee, or beer…but I have money and an unformed dream. Would it be insane, is it insane, that any part of my brain tumbles the idea of having an Arlington indie hole? I don't think my pittance is enough, certainly my brain isn't enough, and I … I don't even _get_ people…I mean if I don't know who is on tv, don't know film stars, and can never predict tech trends, how could I understand the crowd enough to run a business?
When I switched from latte to mugs of coffee, the guy at the counter asked me what my favorite police album was. I recovered quickly from wondering where the question came from to remembering that I threw on my police reggatta de blanc t-shirt. I told him that was probably it, and it was odd to have bought this shirt as an ironic hot-topic t-shirt when I actually have the vinyl album at home - I should get a string and wear the record out. He said his dad had a bunch of police albums on vinyl and his favorite was between (this one) and synchronicity. I told him that oddly he was playing my dad's vinyl collection on his ipod - the ipod is playing music in murky, and today has been nonstop old beatles albums (old - pre sgt pepper). See the interweaving layers of old music and meshing of generations?
The stupid dream is to have a place that is essentially a cross between murky and galaxy hut. Both have tiny local bands. Both have delicious strong dark liquids. One opens early, the other late.
Hey wait, my gf used to work in a coffee hole. She looks like one of those people I like to see in a coffee place. And I know Kelowna - _she_ knows people and crowds better than I (still we argue - I can't accept this). In my tiny mind a place that serves spooky exotic brown coffee and beer that has people that look, talk, and act like Kel and Janna is heaven. These old and middle people in the morning, those younger weirdos at night - without the stupid smoke - just sounds insanely fun to me.
Would I enjoy having my life depend on that though? That's a far cry from sitting here risking nothing but hours and $20s.
I'm not a millionaire - a millionaire can fund a stupid dream with inadequate resources other than that one. I'm just a thousandaire. I'm also terrified of risk - particularly when the upside would be what…spiritual? Chasing an unformed dream?
Did, as I say, art really stop 20 years ago, and today all we do is remake and cover old songs, books, films, and comic books? Or is it more a case that things are actually better now - that back then due to difficult distribution only a small number of products were siphoned through the media machine which inadvertently reduced the number of choices resulting in homogeneous products…while today only those that appeal to the masses are widely known, but you can easily publish any work and locate your own audience?
Jose's shop employees:
Colin makes things where you can see how they work. Nadra grows things. Janna makes coffee things. Kel plans things. Dave cooks things. Wendy decorates. Steve puts art on the walls. Donna sings. Higgins does door. Slash bounces. Lori foods. Kirstin rides her bike on the roof? and ensures pet friendly. El attorneys in the background.
There is a shoppe cam so you can see if it is busy or not remotely. No smoking but a very smoke-friendly patio or even separate ventilated room.
Seth organizes game events. Steve and Kitty organize events I can't yet imagine but that costume fabulously. I think Tracey does books? Costumes? Secretly she therapies broken people both working in and attending shoppe. Tavern?
This dream has cost me between $20-25. When I've had this much coffee I react with experience like I am drunk - I move slower to compensate for expected altered senses. I withdraw a bit, barriers come up with regard to voice and written communications to review extra carefully what may come flying out.
DAMNIT I didn't apply for that job at the SBA. Damnit damnit damnit. I had no idea it closed 3/6.
I've got your social networking / facebook / twitter right here!
I have work fear right now that I could alieve by…working, doing more prep work on my case that tries this week…but…I don't want to. I'd rather fear than … this is me being selfish and enjoying what I'm enjoying right now, even if it costs me. Ok, back to work. Only, maybe with open windows.
