Oh-Nine in Review
After providing a state of the state in Specialty Coffee for the upcoming decade in my previous blog post, I thought that a 2009 Intelligentsia recap was in order.
The Next Movement
A new decade is arrived. Are you ready for it? Is the world of Specialty Coffee ready for it?
Just to help ease the transition I put together a little list of things to look forward to in coffee, along with some things I hope get left behind as artifacts, as we flip the pages of the calendar.
Things I hope become historical footnotes:
Rigorous
As I write this, I am on a quick train ride out of Manhattan. My travel schedule for today and the next eight days will have me in Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, Sonoma County, and San Francisco. It requires many meetings, being “on” frequently, and the inevitably late nights and early mornings.
Location Confusion
As usual summer in Chicago seems to slip by so quickly that by the time you notice it is here, it is gone. I realize that we only have five weeks left, then school starts up, the seasons proceed, and another year passes. I guess there is something to be said for being immortal.
And Now For Something Completely Different...
If you read this on Sunday June 7th, I am somewhere in the air heading toward Cali, Colombia to the 1st Annual Extraordinary Coffee Workshop. The event will be held in both Cali proper and at Finca Santuario in the Cauca Valley.
The Brink and Intelligentsia Imports
"On the brink" is a place I'm not much good at. I cannot stand limbo and would prefer to just get on with things. Most often this has served me well, but occasionally it can get me into trouble.
Happy Inauguration!
I don't know about you, but I am gushing with excitement - an anchored excitement, if that exists. I know that our president has a lot of work in front of him, but by golly, he can do it. It's interesting to hear all of the people interviewed by NPR talking about their hopes and dreams and newfound sense of pride in being an American.
Committed
It’s been awhile and I’ve decided that I will commit to posting at least once a week, even if it is brief.
A Late Summer’s Night Dream
It’s night, and I am sitting on the front porch of my house in Chicago as summer breathes a few final breaths, with crickets chirping and the air still sweet and sultry, yet winking at autumn.
Karma
I just arrived in Los Angeles from Guatemala with my luggage a little lighter after somebody stole my bottles of the extraordinarily delicious Ron Zacapa. What a shame!