Category Archives: Coffeehouse Observer

Coffeehouse observation No. 94

Slow day at the coffeehouse. It happens.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 93

The music in the coffeehouse is a little heavy on the sax today. … Oh, wait, now it’s heavy on ax so everything is OK. … Now they’re playing “Don’t Fence Me In.” This is out of control!

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Coffeehouse observation No. 92

I know that one cup o’ joe was not nearly enough today. … I wonder if the coffeehouse delivers.

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‘Lessons learned over java’ revisited

[Here’s something else that really isn’t a coffeehouse observation for Coffeehouse Observer, but I thought I’d share it anyway since the basis for it happened during a coffeehouse conversation. And, besides, the hard copy that I’m working from to transfer this into a blog entry has a huge coffee stain on it. That should stand up in any court in the land. I was the opinion page editor of The Reporter in Vacaville back in April 2004 when I wrote this column about a conversation I had with friend Kristen Simmons over coffee in a Vacaville, Calif., coffeehouse. This column was published April 21, 2004.]

Last week while on vacation I had the chance to have coffee with a friend and catch up, as we try to do every few months or so.

And each time we get together, we talk about education – she’s a teacher by raining – and about her niece and nephew she is helping her mother raise. We talk about politics, current events, the war in Iraq.

And nearly without fail, I walk away from these all-too-infrequent meetings feeling I have learned more about myself for having talked with her than I have about her. Perhaps it is the ability of truly natural teachers – regardless of if they ever step into a classroom in front of a herd of young minds – to have you learn without knowing that you are being taught.

Last week’s lesson was on the death penalty. My friend is against it, she says, because even with DNA testing there is still a chance of error. Human beings, after all, take the samples from the people who are being tested and human beings process the samples and human begins collect the data and human beings filed the data. And human beings are fallible.

Anywhere along the line, a sample or procedure or test result or paperwork can be botched or altered. Whatever tiny chance there is of making a mistake that costs a wrongly accused defendant their life is too much, my friends argues.

With the growing number of cases in which DNA evidence has been used to release wrongly imprisoned inmates after years behind bars, my friend has a strong point. Our system is not free of error.

That does not mean we should reduce the human element within the system that determines whether an inmate lives out his or her short days on death row. We might need more human beings in the system.

I have not completely given up on the death penalty. I still strongly believe that it can be used in certain cases where men or women have killed with an inhuman ruthlessness, coldbloodedness or cruelty, where men and women have displayed the evil that goes well beyond that which lies in the heart of an average person.

The U.S. Supreme Court this term is again taking up the issue. In one case, the court will determine if more than 100 killers should get new sentences based on a 2002 ruling that made jurors and not the judge the final arbiters of the death penalty.

Perhaps that would be a good thing, for it may be the adding of human begins – 12 on a jury – that ultimately causes us to retain capital punishment as a last resort. Or cause us to discard it once and for all.

Coffeehouse observation No. 91

Pearl Jam on headphones is a great way to drown out a blowhard in the coffeehouse.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 90

Beautiful weather out and the coffeehouse is pretty full. Usually, good weather scatters to the wind even the most loyal patrons.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 89

I believe it is official: I am a loon magnet. Yet another wingnut stranger just came up to me in the coffeehouse and attempted to engage me in a conversation that was neither short enough nor pleasant enough. This is the third time in about a week or so. … I need to develop a repellant for Stockton’s crazies!

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Coffeehouse observation No. 88

A chocolate-filled croissant and a coffee – now that’s what I call lunch!

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Coffeehouse observation No. 87

I arrived at the coffeehouse earlier than normal today and am sporting a fine caffeine buzz. But the sun is shining and calling me to go outside and play. Unfortunately, I must fight the urge. I must put out a couple of resume packages today. As much as I like the coffeehouse, I really need a real job.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 86

A woman who looks a lot like Penelope Cruz – especially around the nose and mouth and hair –  just came into the coffeehouse and is sitting directly behind me. I don’t want to stare, but she is quite beautiful. There should be more mirrors in coffeehouses, I think.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 85

Yesterday spotted a guy roll up to the coffeehouse on a bicycle, come in, use the bathroom, come back out, ask a dude outside for a cigarette, and walk on when the dude refused. It was then that I noticed that the guy had the wrong pant leg rolled up to keep it out of the bike sprocket. I wanted to follow just a little while to see if the guy took a tumble. Is that so wrong?

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Coffeehouse observation No. 84

This may be the worst day ever. I spilled my coffee in the coffeehouse!!!! … Fortunately, no burns.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 83

A woman who is more than 6-feet tall wearing 4-inch stilettos seems a bit like overkill in the coffeehouse. … Oh, and this is a different woman wearing different stilettos than earlier this week. Really!

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Coffeehouse observation No. 82

The barista at Exotic Java was wearing green today in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. I especially enjoyed the green garter. Erin Go Bragh!

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Coffeehouse observation No. 79

It’s beautiful weather out, but the coffeehouse is crowded. I almost want to stand up and yell: “Run! Run! Go play outdoors!” … But, alas, the coffeehouse is in a theater and I don’t want to cause a panic.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 78

Stiletto heels in the coffeehouse? Why not. … Um, to be clear, I’m not the one wearing the stilettos. I just spotted ’em is all.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 78

Coffee is not merely a “lifestyle choice.” It is life itself. There is no choice.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 77

Rain all day outside. Coffee all day inside. Life – today – is good inside.

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Coffeehouse observation No. 76

I wonder what it is that makes nutcases come up to me and start spouting their insane notions. Is it written on my face: “Lunatic, come forward and be heard!” I think not!

A guy just came into the coffeehouse, ordered a coffee and, as he’s leaving the coffeehouse, makes a beeline right to my table and starts asking me if I had seen some internet broadcast about a half-dozen conspiracy theories.

Or, at least, I think that was what he was saying. He was not particularly coherent.

Um, I’m guessing “nutcases” and “lunatic” are not the preferred words.

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