This’ll be the cup. I know it. “Let me try the Guatemalan,” I say. This hopelessly young shop girl looks at me like she would rather spit on me than serve me. But I’m not some new customer, so I know that I’m not anything special in terms of the being-spit-on category. That look in … Continue reading →

One of my favorite pastimes is going to an art museum. I truly believe that frivolous art has the power to save us. Save us from bullshit artists, barbarism, excessive rationalism, and maybe even ourselves. Is that too much to expect from ourselves? Not if we embrace the idea that we are all in some … Continue reading →