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Dentists
Jun. 12th, 2008 | 08:13 am
Okay, I can understand my dentist yesterday morning, after poking around in my mouth, handing me a toothbrush and asking me to demonstrate my brushing technique to him and his assistant. Plainly they needed to get to the bottom of what they'd seen. But was it really necessary for them to laugh?
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Bugs
Jun. 12th, 2008 | 10:41 am
Where are these bugs in my coffee coming from?
I get up in the morning. I shower. I prepare my vital, absolutely necessary morning coffee. This is done using a coffee press, three tablespoons of freshly ground beans and boiling water so hot it snarls as I pour it. As the coffee steeps, I rinse out my coffee pot -- no, not just rinse -- I wash out my coffee pot with soap and hot, hot water. I pour myself my first cup, and then pour the rest into my coffee pot and put it on the burner to stay warm.
Cream, sugar, stir. Nothing like that first cup. I carry it back to my computer, savor it, slowly finish it as I read the news, then head back to the kitchen for that second cup. Pour it from the coffee pot, add a little sugar, a little cream what is that bug doing in my coffee?
A bug. A bug with legs and antennae and everything. Small, dead but still unmistakable in its bugness.
This has happened to my second cup of coffee two days in a row.
How does it get there? When does it get there?
Something has got to be done.
I get up in the morning. I shower. I prepare my vital, absolutely necessary morning coffee. This is done using a coffee press, three tablespoons of freshly ground beans and boiling water so hot it snarls as I pour it. As the coffee steeps, I rinse out my coffee pot -- no, not just rinse -- I wash out my coffee pot with soap and hot, hot water. I pour myself my first cup, and then pour the rest into my coffee pot and put it on the burner to stay warm.
Cream, sugar, stir. Nothing like that first cup. I carry it back to my computer, savor it, slowly finish it as I read the news, then head back to the kitchen for that second cup. Pour it from the coffee pot, add a little sugar, a little cream what is that bug doing in my coffee?
A bug. A bug with legs and antennae and everything. Small, dead but still unmistakable in its bugness.
This has happened to my second cup of coffee two days in a row.
How does it get there? When does it get there?
Something has got to be done.