Part cowboy-coffee camper, part cafe-coffee dilettante

dorothy: Well, I like both yours and Sarah's style. Part cowboy-coffee camper, part café-coffee dilettante -- why not?

gerard: Your comment about wishing for the low-key is interesting, worth thinking about. But perhaps making something a movement gives it momentum, strength, a protective shell, even: it helps makes something good really happen. Plus, there can be something fun about this -- it makes it more tangible, more something you can play with. (I also have a sneaking suspicion it's about helping a generation muscle it's way in to the forefront, like the baby-boomers eventually did with whatever cultural movements to push aside the "Greatest Generation." Portland, Seattle, Vancouver, are what the young "White people like," [for good reason], after all.)

But everyone: please just say no to Tim Hortons. It's not just the coffee -- it's what happens to you when you veer near, not the cowboy cool, but the beastially coarse! Best to go to the places Sarah directs us to, but settle for a Starbucks if you must: Tim Hortons, willy-nilly, will tar your spirit to the Harper side. No (truly) good company is to be found, there -- just bats and bat droppings.

Link: Now's No Time for Bad Coffee

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