And a side of narcissism.
So I took some leave and spent it all on a somewhat pseudo but mostly fantastic coffee adventure crawly thing. I figured that since I love coffee so much, I’d take leave just to have as much as possible. And when people at work asked me what I was taking leave for, my answer was COFFEE.
So I really really like coffee now and it appears I have come to love all sorts of coffee.
Originally I just liked cappuccinos until one day I got too much foam in it. So then I switched to lattes and then things dieded. So then I went to flat whites and had a lot of that.
I never figured I’d like espresso because I always found it too strong and bitter and overpowering and whatnot, but now I love that stuff because it’s a punch of flavour, and a good espresso is never bitter. It’s like all kinds of floral acidity smoothy buttery caramel-ly and toffee-y goodness.
Turns out I also really like the filtered stuff, and I’ve also had a clover filtered coffee exactly twice. The other day I also had a chemex and wow, the liquid was so clear! I was very impressed and a filtered coffee is nice when I don’t want to be punched in the face.
Also watching baristas make coffee is awesome.
I was supposed to type other stuff but now I forgot. I am also going to be highly caffeinated this week as I am on holidays and am embarking on a coffee adventure of near overdose.
Dismantling watches is fun.
My brother decided to get a micro four thirds thingymajig, as his DSLR is too bulky and he doesn’t want to use whatever point and shoot he has. He ended up getting a Sony Nex 5N and set me on a mission to go take pictures with it. In a way it was also a way for me to figure out whether I wanted to use one or not, and wow, even though I thought I was getting most of my manual focus shots OK, turns out only about half of my pictures actually worked.
So my first project was to take pictures of food. I specifically ordered a flat white to test out my skills, but it turns out none of my 4 or 5 shots were actually 100% in focus. So instead all I have to present are two awesomely lit photos of short blacks (some sort of Colombian single origin I believe) sitting next to their decor.
And of course, I fail at taking photos so the best photo taken, ever, was by my boyfriend:
