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Topic: OT: coffee as earthly saving presence (164 lines)
1) From: Stephen Carey
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I want to be careful here and not offend anyone, but today I saw that 
the coffee I roasted Thursday night and also Friday night could be 
like a gift from the heavens or from whatever one may believe in 
which is more powerful that he or she.
Today, that happened for me.  I am slammed, getting ready to leave 
for a major show and concert.  I am reviewing scripts, speeches, and 
hundreds, yes, hundreds of graphics.  Most were written by us, 
drafted and drawn by us and designed by us.  The set, the lighting, 
the audio, all of it.  So many details and I have to be aware of them 
all, or have a sense of how they all interact to produce the programs 
I have worked on for almost a year with some great clients.
So, with the countdown to leaving town and flying to San Diego down 
to but four days or so, I was feeling the stress.  To ease that 
stress I have a cup of 
Tanzania 
NgoroNgoro Convent, at four days, which I read was a good time, with 
seven being a wonderful time to brew a roast of this fine coffee.
That I did.  I took a few sips and agreed with he who wrote it, and 
the name slips my mind now, for that I am sorry.  The taste was 
sweet, full and not abrupt on the palate, but light and airy, a 
beautiful morning coffee.  I took my mug to my home office and saw 
that my computer seemed to have frozen during the night.  Hey, things 
happen, so I go to restart it and realize that one of my hard drives 
has died, dead, el morte, gone, kabaam.  It was my data drive.
Now, I don't quite panic, not even with a show in a few days.  I take 
a sip of coffee to stay calm.  I know that everything is backed up to 
two FTP sites, a commercial service 
(Carbonite - give them a plug for their 
help today), my home server and two jump drives.
I also have my email on another external drive, so I can move around 
with it.  We are in full work mode today with a production meeting at 
6:30 p.m. at my house.
I call our IT gods and they come running over, we pull the computer 
out of the system, or they do as I work on one of the other computers 
in the house.
Now, many would say that drinking coffee to help one stay calm is 
counter-intuitive.  I say not.  It is hot, relaxing, and filled with 
flavors that the tongue has trouble figuring out how to send the 
pulses to the brain.
We go through the NgoroNgoro, fine, I roasted a pound of 
Costa 
Rica Vino de Arabia for my mother.  Guess what, she is getting two 
thirds of a pound, she won't mind.
I notice that even at 18 hours of rest the coffee is wonderful, still 
my favorite in its simplicity of coffee flavor, but deep in an 
explanation of the growth of the coffee.  I can taste the chocolate, 
I can taste a bit of the earth and much more.  I, and the others, 
don't try to figure it all out.  But, what I did notice is that no 
one, no one, took cream or sugar, not with this coffee.
The hard drive is in, I finished up a proposal for another project 
that is on the horizon, time to check out the new hard drive.  It is 
one fast "Raptor."  It flies.  Carbonite 
starts doing its thing almost totally automatically.  I had moved the 
production meeting to Monday morning at 6:30 a.m.  I needed to let 
the computer get to the state it was in when this started.
Four pots from the start of the turmoil, all sat quiet, last cup of 
Cafe de Vino in hand and watched as the clear plastic encased hard 
drive spun and did it thing before we shut the case.  We did so and 
then took our last sips.  The coffee was amazing, the help I had was 
professional and then some and I didn't wig out which is just a true miracle.
But, I dare say, the wonderful roasts we took part of today helped, I 
can promise that.  Oh, Tom, Maria, Derek and on and on, thank you for 
providing such solace in a cup.
Stephen 
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I want to be careful here and not offend anyone, but today I saw that the
coffee I roasted Thursday night and also Friday night could be like a
gift from the heavens or from whatever one may believe in which is more
powerful that he or she.
Today, that happened for me.  I am slammed, getting ready to leave
for a major show and concert.  I am reviewing scripts, speeches, and
hundreds, yes, hundreds of graphics.  Most were written by us,
drafted and drawn by us and designed by us.  The set, the lighting,
the audio, all of it.  So many details and I have to be aware of
them all, or have a sense of how they all interact to produce the
programs I have worked on for almost a year with some great
clients.
So, with the countdown to leaving town and flying to San Diego down to
but four days or so, I was feeling the stress.  To ease that stress
I have a cup of

Tanzania NgoroNgoro Convent, at four days, which I read was a good
time, with seven being a wonderful time to brew a roast of this fine
coffee.
That I did.  I took a few sips and agreed with he who wrote it, and
the name slips my mind now, for that I am sorry.  The taste was
sweet, full and not abrupt on the palate, but light and airy, a beautiful
morning coffee.  I took my mug to my home office and saw that my
computer seemed to have frozen during the night.  Hey, things
happen, so I go to restart it and realize that one of my hard drives has
died, dead, el morte, gone, kabaam.  It was my data drive. 
Now, I don't quite panic, not even with a show in a few days.  I
take a sip of coffee to stay calm.  I know that everything is backed
up to two FTP sites, a commercial service
(Carbonite - give them a plug for
their help today), my home server and two jump drives.
I also have my email on another external drive, so I can move around with
it.  We are in full work mode today with a production meeting at
6:30 p.m. at my house.
I call our IT gods and they come running over, we pull the computer out
of the system, or they do as I work on one of the other computers in the
house.  
Now, many would say that drinking coffee to help one stay calm is
counter-intuitive.  I say not.  It is hot, relaxing, and filled
with flavors that the tongue has trouble figuring out how to send the
pulses to the brain.  
We go through the NgoroNgoro, fine, I roasted a pound of

Costa Rica Vino de Arabia for my mother.  Guess what, she is
getting two thirds of a pound, she won't mind.  
I notice that even at 18 hours of rest the coffee is wonderful, still my
favorite in its simplicity of coffee flavor, but deep in an explanation
of the growth of the coffee.  I can taste the chocolate, I can taste
a bit of the earth and much more.  I, and the others, don't try to
figure it all out.  But, what I did notice is that no one, no one,
took cream or sugar, not with this coffee. 
The hard drive is in, I finished up a proposal for another project that
is on the horizon, time to check out the new hard drive.  It is one
fast "Raptor."  It flies. 
Carbonite starts doing its thing
almost totally automatically.  I had moved the production meeting to
Monday morning at 6:30 a.m.  I needed to let the computer get to the
state it was in when this started.
Four pots from the start of the turmoil, all sat quiet, last cup of Cafe
de Vino in hand and watched as the clear plastic encased hard drive spun
and did it thing before we shut the case.  We did so and then took
our last sips.  The coffee was amazing, the help I had was
professional and then some and I didn't wig out which is just a true
miracle.
But, I dare say, the wonderful roasts we took part of today helped, I can
promise that.  Oh, Tom, Maria, Derek and on and on, thank you for
providing such solace in a cup.
Stephen
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