Coffeehouse observation No. 195

They are tearing up the parking lot outside Exotic Java today and paving tomorrow. Exotic Java will be closed on Wednesday, according to the folks here, but stop buy later in the week for a Red Eye or other fine caffeinated beverage.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 194

A woman just walked into the coffeehouse with hair the color of red neon. Um, I don’t think it is a natural color. … And, no, I will not walk up to her and ask to take her photo.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 193

Pretty busy day so far at the coffeehouse. A few people must have a “case of the Mondays” and need an extra jolt. … An “Office Space” reference can never go wrong.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 192

I’m a bit distracted by a beautiful woman at the coffeehouse. I was distracted yesterday by another woman, also beautiful. I suppose I’m easily distracted.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 191

In the coffeehouse I was just struck by something, something I’m sure others have thought about. I’m suddenly concerned that a whole generation of American music lovers will think that The Who is covering the “CSI” theme song.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 190

I find it, um, strange that the coffeehouse music includes a Peter Framptonesque talking guitar version of “Rocket Man.” There’s something very wrong about that.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 189

A copy of Stephen King’s “The Dead Zone” is on the coffee table at – where else – the coffeehouse. I haven’t read “The Dead Zone” in a long time, but I just finished King’s “Cell” and am in the middle of “Dreamcatcher.” My favorite single Stephen King novel – in a coffeehouse or elsewhere – has to be “The Stand,” a King novel that seems to divide even the biggest King fans. I really enjoyed the Gunslinger series, too.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 188

The guy outside empresso is relentless. He is sitting at one of the tables out there strumming an electric guitar – no amp. And asking each attractive woman the time as they walk by and then he introduces himself. It’s as if he’s trolling and “Excuse me, do you know what time it is?” is the bait. A friend just suggested that it was nothing more than short-term memory loss. Um, I don’t think so.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 187

Two guys at the next table at the coffeehouse are talking about how to establish an urban garden in Stockton. I finally had to put Foo Fighters on the headphones to keep from eavesdropping, because I also want to do something as productive and meaningful as creating an urban garden. But instead I have to continue the job search.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 186

It’s coffee. Of course, it’s going to be hot.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 185

I just spotted two middle-aged white guys fist bump on the patio of the coffeehouse and thought it, um, odd. Is there an age limit on fist bumping? One Facebook friend says that it’s all a matter of “coolness quotient” and she says I am cool enough to pull it off, even if I am 48. Another Facebook friend says 17 is the limit and another says I should find another place to hang out.  But too many pretty college girls come in and it would cut into things I can post here. Oh, the sacrifices I make.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 184

I was going to tell the guys at the next table that they were being far too loud in the coffeehouse — they needed to use their “inside voices.” But then I noticed the motorcycle “club” jackets and decided to let it slide.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 183

I was sitting in the coffeehouse and a Blue Moon delivery truck outside was casting a bright glare into the coffeehouse. It made me thirsty for beer.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 182

There are a couple of big, black restaurant booths in Exotic Java. They must be made of pleather. Anyway, they’re making the back of my legs sweat.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 181

Some days you need a LARGE Red Eye instead of a medium. This is one of those days.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 180

It is amazing how incredibly rude people can be. Within sight in the coffeehouse I see one woman working on her laptop, but she placed her coffee and pastry on the next table so now other patrons cannot use it. And two tables over are several people talking so loudly that I had to put on my headphones to listen to White Stripes. And I can still hear them. Thoughtlessness really should be a misdemeanor.

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Coffeeshop newsrooms yield stories, sources, understanding of journalism | Poynter.org

[I was in journalism for 22 years and much of that was fueled by caffeinated beverages. This is a blog post on the Poynter website about how journalists are camping out at coffeehouses to get closer to the community and let the community see just what is it that they do. Frankly, some newspapers have been doing this sort of thing for years, at least on some level. I like the idea, but I seriously doubt the experiment will last very long. – KM]

 Coffeeshop Newsrooms Yield Stories, Sources, Understanding of Journalism

Coffeehouse observation No. 179

Could really use some hot coffee right now. I’m sitting in the Troke Branch Library in Stockton – within view of Exotic Java, no less – and the air conditioning is turned up so high that I’m considering breaking up the furniture to start a bonfire.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 178

A young woman just walked into the coffeehouse wearing a gold braided headband, a purple dress and pink plastic sandals. I have an urge to ask her which superhero she is.

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