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What I Really, Really Want is...?
Dec. 10th, 2010 10:03 amI have a lot of things I need to do today. We have some friends coming over for dinner tonight and I need to go home at some point and start bread, clean the house, take out the garbage, etc., etc. But I don't feel like doing any of that. In fact, I don't really feel like doing much of anything.
Maybe it's the week's crazy finally catching up with me. All the walking and running around after the car, and now I just feel like BLAH. Or maybe I'm just tired because we had Wyrdsmiths last night, and I stayed up past my bedtime. I'm not sure. It may also be that I'm bummed because I couldn't do a favor for a friend of mine. Or, because I think I really just want to give in to my cheesy side project and never write about vampires again.
Yesterday, as I was leaving Wyrdsmiths I was talking to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swords_and_pens about tubes for my gerbils (long story), and I realized that I'm really not from around here.
Let me explain. As I've mentioned before, I'm changed my coffee shop. For many, many years, I did all my morning hanging out/writing/Interneting at a coffeehouse on Grand and Milton in St. Paul, Amore Coffee. For various reasons, including the fact that a lot of the staff that I knew over the years were either fired or quit, I decided to start coming to this place on Hoyt and Hamline called the The Coffee Grounds. (Biggest reason for switch, though, the power of the internet connection here. It's phenomenal.) At any rate, I've been coming here fairly regularly for a couple of months now, and I'm on a first name basis with most of the baristas. To me, this seems perfectly natural.
But while talking toswords_and_pens and later when relating this to Shawn, I realized that I'm FAR more friendly/outgoing/extroverted than the average Minnesotan bear. I'm not making a judgement about this; I'm just coming to realize the extent of this part of my personality. A dear friend of mine once told me at a party that he assumed I was from New York the way I act, although he was also recounting a rather infamous listserv incident that involved me saying that "Star Trek was a bunch of NAZIs."
I don't know. I guess for me, part of it is that I can't hang out at a place and not talk to people. This is actually why I don't get a lot of writing done at coffee shops. I tend to see coffeehouses as the American equivalent of one's local pub. You CAN just go there and have a drink, but, you know, it's where everyone is...
Anyway, enough stalling. I must go get groceries and begin my etc., etc.
Maybe it's the week's crazy finally catching up with me. All the walking and running around after the car, and now I just feel like BLAH. Or maybe I'm just tired because we had Wyrdsmiths last night, and I stayed up past my bedtime. I'm not sure. It may also be that I'm bummed because I couldn't do a favor for a friend of mine. Or, because I think I really just want to give in to my cheesy side project and never write about vampires again.
Yesterday, as I was leaving Wyrdsmiths I was talking to
swords_and_pens about tubes for my gerbils (long story), and I realized that I'm really not from around here. Let me explain. As I've mentioned before, I'm changed my coffee shop. For many, many years, I did all my morning hanging out/writing/Interneting at a coffeehouse on Grand and Milton in St. Paul, Amore Coffee. For various reasons, including the fact that a lot of the staff that I knew over the years were either fired or quit, I decided to start coming to this place on Hoyt and Hamline called the The Coffee Grounds. (Biggest reason for switch, though, the power of the internet connection here. It's phenomenal.) At any rate, I've been coming here fairly regularly for a couple of months now, and I'm on a first name basis with most of the baristas. To me, this seems perfectly natural.
But while talking to
swords_and_pens and later when relating this to Shawn, I realized that I'm FAR more friendly/outgoing/extroverted than the average Minnesotan bear. I'm not making a judgement about this; I'm just coming to realize the extent of this part of my personality. A dear friend of mine once told me at a party that he assumed I was from New York the way I act, although he was also recounting a rather infamous listserv incident that involved me saying that "Star Trek was a bunch of NAZIs." I don't know. I guess for me, part of it is that I can't hang out at a place and not talk to people. This is actually why I don't get a lot of writing done at coffee shops. I tend to see coffeehouses as the American equivalent of one's local pub. You CAN just go there and have a drink, but, you know, it's where everyone is...
Anyway, enough stalling. I must go get groceries and begin my etc., etc.
