From the Dream of Common Taste Buds

From the Dream of Common Taste Buds

No one comes into this kitchen
Without confronting the stainless appliances
Next to the breadbox, shelves of food,
Photographs of delicious looking peppers.
Without contemplating last and late
The true nature of food.  The drive
To cook, to eat.  The dream of common taste buds.

[Based on Adrienne Rich’s From the Dream of a Common Language]

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May Day – Occupy Wall Street – Live Video

The Occupy Movement plans many demonstrations for May Day all around the country, and even the world.

As a teacher, I was not able to leave my students and participate in any May Day activities with the Occupy Movement.  Indeed, maybe I should be participating in a general strike; I am exactly why we need a big change in this country.  I am a good teacher.  But, I work only part time as an adjunct at a community college.  While classes in high schools across the country, and in the area I live as well, are growing, teachers are being cut.  Those of us seeking full time employment should be able to find jobs.  Our children’s classrooms are becoming overcrowded.  There is room for more teachers.  Yet, the capitalist society in which we live is failing its citizens.  400 people in this country own more wealth than the bottom 150,000,000 (one hundred and fifty million).  I guess the system is working for those 400 people.  But,what about those 150 millions?  It’s time for a change.

Personally, I am not against capitalism, per se.  I am, however, against how it dramatically benefits a small percentage of the population much much more than it benefits the vast majority of that population.  Unfortunately, while Occupy Wall Street blames big money, and it is right to do so, a large chunk of the blame belongs on the scoundrels and corrupt politicians who are making the rules to benefit those rich elite in Washington, DC.

You can watch a Ustream live video of events in New York City here:


Streaming by Ustream It looks like things are slow as of this time (1:45pm EST).  I hate to say it, but perhaps things will pick up after work.

If things heat up, I will update this post…


Mitt Romney: the English Major

“You really don’t want to take out $150,000 loan to go into English because you’re not going to be able to pay it back. You might want to think about something else that meets your interest,” Romney said,remarking that “as an English major I can say this.”  Romney graduated with an English degree from Brigham Young University and later went on to study law at Harvard University.

The rest of this glorious article from ABC NEWS is: here.

Celebrating our “Warrior President” – Glenn Greenwald –

Celebrating our “Warrior President” – Glenn Greenwald –

Glenn Greenwald is one of the most important journalists of our time.  Regardless of what “side” of the fence you are on, he delivers articles with intense insight and thorough documentation.  His comment sections are invariably amongst the biggest in journalism, if not the biggest.

The article linked above speaks to the incredible contradiction in today’s political landscape: President Obama is both a Nobel Peace Prize Winner and one of the most militarily aggressive American leaders in decades.”

As a side note, it sure is interesting how “aggressive” the New York Times is as such a supposedly “liberal rag.”  They routinely are cheerleaders for war.  Recall their participation in the lead up to the Iraq War.

Monsooned Malabar

Yes: I roast coffee in my backyard. More on that process someday. For now:

Yesterday, I roasted 5 lbs of Monsooned Malabar. This is a coffee from India. It also has a very interesting story.

Back in the day, that day being those of the British Empire, the Brits loved coffee. They would get their coffee from their colony called India. Now, think about that. No airplanes. No trains. No trucks. Just ships powered by the wind. It would take THREE MONTHS for the coffee to get from India to Great Britain. It spent this time in the hold of a sweaty, smelly,mildewy seafaring vessel.

As you can imagine, that coffee was rather “ripened” by the time it was consumed in England. Indeed, it had a distinctive flavor that the Brits grew to love. Just like our parents and their crappy instant coffee,the British grew to fully enjoy their rancid coffee.

Skip ahead a certain number of years. Transport became faster. It came to pass that the coffee the Brits were getting from India began to arrive in a wholesome fashion. It was like the very best of our Arabica Blends we have today. Unfortunately, the blokes and dames of Great Britain had become very accustomed to their crappy rancid coffee.

So, what to do? Well, the resourceful Indians did not want to lose the business (to Africa, Indonesia, etc.). So, they began to monsoon their coffee harvests. This is where the coffee I am drinking right now comes in.

The coffee I roasted yesterday has been monsooned. They took the 150lb sacks of processed coffee beans (more on that process another day), they took the sacks and tossed them out into the torrential rains of the monsoon… FOR A WEEK! For a week the beans sat in the rain. Then the sacks were brought inside of a warehouse where they dried for a week, though not entirely I would imagine. If you can possibly grasp this: they did it again! They took the drying sacks of coffee back out into the monsoon for another week! After one last week of drying, they are ready for shipment.

What did this do to the coffee? Well, in short, it ferments the beans. There are a number of fermented beans on the market. Many Sumatran beans are slightly fermented. My Monsooned Malabar is very nicely fermented. It gives the coffee a certain kick. I love it.

For those Brits you are now wondering about, they got a coffee that was more like the rancid mildewy coffee they got off those boats that took three months to get there.  Like it,  but much much better!


Monsooned Malabar

Sometimes, Puppies are Cruel

Sometimes, Puppies are Cruel

Ultimately, that is the fundamental lesson, as those puppies whine,
Run in circles, and leave little presents for you on the floor.

Sometimes, the puppies whine at 3 AM.
Sometimes, they whine at 6 AM.
Sometimes, the presents they leave you are clearly seen.
Sometimes, they are underfoot as you slowly make your way to the bathroom at night.

Sometimes, puppies are cruel.
No matter how we try, we do the same things.
We clean up their presents.
We yell, “NO!”
We growl and moan.

But, we go on.
This is the price of having puppies.
And arguably, they are our best friends.

[Based on Leonard Pitts’ essay Sometimes, the Earth is Cruel]

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Welcome to the Eternal Buzz.  This blog will have most of my poetry, a novel, some astrophotography, and various other blog-like contents.  I will discuss the writing process both as a teacher and as a writer.  I hope you enjoy your time here.  Please comment freely and often!

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