In high school, I drank 8 cups of coffee a day. (I’m 6′ anyway; any taller and clothes might not be so easy to find.) My doctor told me, at age 17, that I should back off. Because he was a good guy, I did – for a week:)<\/p>\n
At UVic, you could get coffee (back in ’95) for 30\u00a2 if you had your own mug. The coffee bar opened at 8am; there was a line-up. It might be the only line I’ve been proud to be part of. For such a big place, the line was short – maybe around six people. We all knew each other, if only from there.<\/p>\n
Imagining academic life without coffee is difficult. Good thing it’s cheap, because at times, academia doesn’t pay a lot of money. Sitting back, nose in a book, with a cup of coffee – to me, that’s the academic lifestyle.<\/p>\n
Coffee has gotten more complicated since I was a student. However, it’s one of the few fronts of which I’ve kept abreast. What’s more, I haven’t learned about it by reading, but by doing – of me, atypical.<\/p>\n
In future posts I’ll be sharing some of my discoveries from the field of coffee:)<\/p>\n