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Scene: The Lime (Tries to) Order a Coconut Latte at City Brew


*City Brew is awesome because they have every flavor (most importantly, coconut and almond, not in that order).

(I have already ingested a grande almond latte when I approach to counter, and I have been sitting in City Brew for approximately 2.5 hours)

Nice girl behind counter: Hi! What can I get you?

Me: Hi!

(Awkward pause).

Me: Uhhh… I don’t really know.

Nice girl: Oh that’s ok. Take your time.

Me: Uhh. Uhh. Oh, uhh. Hmmm.

(Awkward pause).

Me: What kind of chai do you have?

Nice girl (perky voice): It’s a syrup!

Me: Oh. Do you know, um, is it Oregon Chai?

Nice girl: No, it’s our own chai, I think.

Me: Right. Would you say it’s sweeter or spicier?

Nice girl: Probably sweeter. Yeah, probably sweeter.

Me: Hmmm, yeah. Ok. Uhh.

(I look up at the menu as if it will suddenly say something different than before).

Me: I’m so sorry I don’t have a brain.

Nice girl: Oh that’s ok! We’ve been really busy. I feel like that too!

(Super perky)

Me: Yeah. Ok. Um. Do you have coconut syrup?

Nice girl: Yes!

Me: Oh good, perfect. Can I have a tall coconut latte?

Nice girl: Would you like that iced or hot?

Me: Oh god, that’s what I’ve been having trouble with. Ohh. But I don’t like iced lattes.

(This might seem like the time when my choice should have been obvious, but no way no how).

Me: Uhhh. Uhh. Hot! I’ll have it hot and a cold water.

(Because they often serve plain water warm in coffee shops, you know).

Nice girl: Ok great. So a hot coconut latte and an ice water.

Me: Yes! Oh. Can it be in the, uh, the mug thing?

(What is the mug thing? What has happened to me?).

Me: I’m so sorry, I’ve just been emailing for too long. It was really busy in here earlier. You must have been busy.

(Holy crap, I’m completely psychotic).

Super nice girl: Yeah, it was totally crazy. I couldn’t even get the pastry case refilled. And drive thru was nuts too.

Me: Yeah. Wow. Cool. Thank you.

(Yay one-word sentences, long pauses between words — I am so articulate).

(I sit down).

(Super nice girl brings over my latte and water and then realizes there isn’t a straw, which she says she’ll just grab for me and I try to say no and it’s awkward but it’s too awkward even to write in dialogue, so I’m just telling you about it here in the parenthesis and wondering who has even gotten this far — why would anyone want to relive this conversation? Why? I don’t know. But now I have and now you can, too, if you just start from the beginning and read again. Up you go!).



Exciting Double Link (Corporations or Universities)


Two of my columns are out and about on the internet today. You can find one about campaign finance and corporations here at the Emory Wheel and one about community-building at universities here on the Saint’s website.

So that’s exciting news.

Also, I have been having a week of awesome. There was a post-midnight walk early on, which reminded me of why I like being spontaneous. There was class and meetings with both of my tutors. A lot of coffee has happened, and one of my classmates wrote a short story that blew my mind, like whoa. Last night I beat Will in an epic leg wrestling contest. And this afternoon, I will be reading “The Maltese Falcon” and making a trip to the gym to do circuits with the cross country team. Dude… it’s so awesome.

(Rules for) Living Life on the Lime (74)


A. Avoid drinking excessive quantities of coffee unless we have talked about it and there are legitimate and necessary reasons.

  1. Like if you just don’t function without that shake in your hand.
  2. Or if you are a character on the West Wing. (Then you can do whatever you want).

B. Meetings are a pretense for good catch-ups. Enjoy them.

C. Consider hanging prayer flags in your room.

  1. Or big sheets of colorful, shiny paper — the effect is similarly uplifting.

D. Learn how to draw animals on demand.

  1. This is useful if you are ever in a situation with a lot of children if you want them to like you.
  2. Sometimes adults like it, too.

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An old favorite


“For Whom the Bell Tolls” made me sad.

This is the epigraph that precedes the book:

“No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the main: if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.” 
- John Donne

Now I should really go running so that I can get back and eat something. POUND COFFEE at 3:30. If you’re my real friend, you’ll meet me there.

(Rules for) Living Life on the Lime (426)


A) Wearing make-up for no reason at all is entirely reasonable.

B) Coffee and sweet things belong together. Like donuts or croissants.

  1. And then a book, and maybe some sun? (Greece, you are not really cooperating on this last front).
  2. When selecting between a pound of coffee with text written entirely in Greek and a pound of coffee with a small set of instructions in English, go for the latter. Unless you speak Greek and know that what you are buying is actually Greek coffee, which my host described to me a few days ago as “like the Arab stuff, you know, with the mud on the bottom.” Seriously?

C) Redheads are sexy. The Black Keys are stupendous.

  1. I am going to dance like the man in that video one day.

D) Writing high quality columns is not always as easy as it appears.

  1. Remedies for this do not include tequila.
  2. And neither, apparently, do they include yoga.

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Week of All the Real Things


This week I am writing for real. I am writing what will (eventually) be graded and handed back to me with legible or not scribblings. What a lovely thing to have exceptional people read the writings of unexceptional people. (For now, I fall into the latter category).

I also just had a very real coffee poetry doodling session with my favorite poets, and all of this has made me certain that I will make it into next week without even the slightest remorse for time spent during this one.

Here are the specifics: tonight, after writing and researching the Native American presence in Montana, I will eat dinner and then hear GT in his new acapella group (finally). Tomorrow I will have a session about collaboration between writers and artists with the magnificent Robert Crawford. And obviously doing circuits at the gym that will make me embarrassingly sore because I have turned into a block of flab. Saturday will be dedicated entirely to writing nonfiction bits and pieces and editing fictions bits and pieces. By Sunday I will hand this writing to a compatriot who will hand me her work in exchange and we will ravage each other in an entirely nonsexual way.

There may be church Sunday, because how long has it been? Or maybe running with XC, which is also spiritual, but different, right?

On Monday I will make my edits and beg someone to give me more feedback before I print and submit by Tuesday. Also on Monday, I am drinking coffee. Tuesday is for a final class in which I present on that book “This Is Not About Me,” which is a big lie because it is all about her and Tuesday is also for a fancy dinner. (Seriously, it’s a Dean’s Court black tie event…sexy). And I will have my nails done. (Double sexy). (Yeah).

At some point I will have packed and on Wednesday morning, at some ungodly hour, GT will drive me to the train station and I will begin the six hour train ride to precede a one hour subway ride to precede a seven hour plane ride before NYC envelopes me and I take another train for an hour and end up at my sister’s with two babies to kiss and cuddle before they’re sent to bed. That’s a lie. They’ll almost certainly be in bed before I get there. But I will see them in the morning and they’re a lot of fun in the morning, so that’s ok.

I am lucky.