A lot of times I get to work at 8 am and, due to my non addiction to caffiene, am perfectly peppy and awake.  However I do really enjoy the taste of coffee, as well as the culture around it.  Standing around the machine, dropping in my quarter, taking the first sip.   Something about getting that first cup of joe just makes me feel productive.  In a way I think it also reminds me of my days at Synchrologic, when the mornings were quiet and Steven and I pretended to be adults.  Somehow it was much more fun back then, now its just the same crap I do every day.

I think similarly, it kind of reminds me exactly what it is I’m working for.  That day sometime in the not too distant future when we’d again be able to pick out a bag from the Barnie’s box and stand around while it gurgled and brewed, getting that fresh first cup and then going back down to sit at our office, working for ourselves, telling the coops what to do.  Maybe thats why I still drink it, just to keep me in practice, so when that day arrives I won’t have forgotten what to do.