BEFORE THE COFFEE GETS COLD

BEFORE THE COFFEE GETS COLD

Before the coffee gets cold is the first of Toshikazu Kawaguchi川口俊和 trilogy best sellers, we had already talked about it here

While reading it, I also found a nice description about the now famous siphon coffee

The author describes a depression coffee pot, however I don’t really like the word “depression” combined with the coffee pot, which instead represents a small happy moment.

In any case, the ritual is told like this:

Nagare poured hot water into a lower cruet, then brought it to a boil to allow it to rise through the siphon into the upper cruet, where he poured ground coffee, which was then filtered back into the lower cruet.

Coffee plays a very important role in the stories told in Before the coffee gets cold, stories touching deep inside.

If you had the chance to say something that you should have told or would have wanted to say, in a moment that has already fled away, however, what would it be?

I know, it’s getting very personal here, because these thoughts are generally dedicated to the affections.

Feel free to share whatever you want.

In the meantime, I would also propose a fantasy variant, somewhat keep calm style …

Such as pointing out to Michael Stipe that R.E.M.’s decision “to stop being a band” caused a loss for the music.

Or, still about Japan, asking Sofia Coppola if she foresaw how much Lost in Translation fans would not let the whispering “come between” them and the curiosity of discovering Bill Murray’s words in Scarlett Johansson‘s ear.

Or just thank Meryl Streep now and always for showing the world that true Beauty has no canons, and that producing King Kong should have presupposed knowledge of the important underlying message about who the real monsters are.

All this only ever before the coffee gets cold

I must acknowledge the undoubtedly brilliant idea of the author, who among other things made an unusual choice for the context: in the book itself he tells us that

coffee arrived in Japan in the Edo period, towards the end of the 17th century. At first it did not satisfy Japanese taste buds, and it was certainly not considered a pleasant drink, but then again it was not surprising since it tasted like black, bitter water

Fortunately, things have since changed 🙂

What about you, did you love coffee right away or did you experience an evolution?

HAPPY IS THE HOUSE THAT SHELTERS A FRIEND

HAPPY IS THE HOUSE THAT SHELTERS A FRIEND

I really want to thank Carita Klute warmly for her compliments and for the immense gift she gives me by writing in the comments that she will return to visit the blog.
I’m happy Carita, you’re welcome.
And in these days when coffee outside home is closed due to force majeure, I would like to take the opportunity to extend the welcome to anyone who wants to spend three minutes here.
The intent is this from the beginning, a coffee together to talk about everything, that you Carita, or anyone else you also want to possibly propose.
In general, the aphorism of Ralph Waldo Emerson expresses in a few words what I would like to say and I liked it as a title, even if right now it is a bit difficult to talk about happiness.
So maybe I would like to use the concept of SHINY HAPPY PEOPLE by R.E.M.
Have you ever seen the video? People who dance sing carefree, a joyful melody that involves and drags. A little bit perhaps like the flash mobs that are multiplying from balcony to balcony.
Michael Stipe himself called this song a “bubblegum song” because it allows him to show his playful side.
Yet the background remains, never clarified, despite some interpretations both on the historical context and in a more general sense, which however have never been confirmed.
Never as in this case has the use of the expression behind the scenes become literal: because just behind this colored backdrop that depicts drawings that lead back to the boy’s vision, there is an elderly gentleman who is pedaling with difficulty.
(And who also drinks a coffee before starting J editor’s note)
He does not participate in happiness even towards the end, when he appears while observing people.
Who do you think it represents?

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