Tag Archive: coffeepot


A quarter to early

panicbuttonYes, that’s when I was up this morning.

Coffeed.

Most of my blogging done.

45 minutes until I hit the panic button, throw on some clothes, get nice and smelly and leave for class.

Bright outside, not sunny, not hot; but that could change. I hope not too drastically because I haven’t watered the plants yet.

Cat among the pigeons

Cat among the pigeons

Russia is threatening to sever the Russian internet from the rest of the world.

That’ll put the cat among the pigeons.

This Putin character is so paranoid, and so he should be; he started it.

I have finally figured out the days of the week…

Monday, Monday, Monday Monday, Friday, Saturday & pre-Monday. Please adjust your calendars accordingly.

While I was waiting for inspiration, I let my mind wander… and it didn’t come back!

I’ll go and check in the kitchen.

FOUND IT! It was right there by the coffeepot wainting for me.

Now that all the hooha over Scots independence is over, maybe we’ll get some real news. Like a drunk Australian repelled a crocodile attach by poking the beast in the eye. Or maybe, Prince William starts a solo visit to Malta… it would be more newsworthy if it was Prince George. Hell, he’s walking now, he should be taking on his share of the royal duties. Maybe they are waiting until he’s toilet trained; can’t have a royal shitting their pants in public, can we?

PgeorgepoopTime to get desmellified for class.

Later.

The weather took a turn

It was forecast, but yesterday as I left for work, the heavens opened. I got halfway there and got soaked, so I came back home and rang my student, moved the lesson to Friday.

Rained all night.

Today, I have been curled up in bed between posts. Huddled under a blanket in my woolly sweat pants and two t-shirts.

My Nap-fu practice, is normally flop on the bed in my underpants, quite inelegant, which is why I have never taken a selfie. But today there was no ‘flopping’ rather a slow crawling lethargic roll to get under the blanket.

I cleaned it

I cleaned it

Yesterday, Posted a picture of my bule (coffeepot).

I was quite shamed by its state, so ashamed in fact that last night I spent 20 minutes scrubbing it.

Today it sits there almost gleaming.

I have been reading some posts recently about tea drinking and the associated benefits, also some of the comments received have alluded to the tea drinking habits of the British.

Since yesterday, I have been drinking tea; black tea without suger, which is how I prefer it.

Sorry, doesn’t cut the mustard.

This afternoon I am back on coffee; that mug of liquid sanity.

The latest member of my entourage.

skinnytortoiseshellA scrawny tortoiseshell.

She’s from the same household as Kitty. I have no idea what her name is, but she has taken a liking to me. Or is it the cat food she has taken a liking to?

She’s more friendly than Kitty and jumps up willingly on the sofa for a petting.

She’s got a long skinny rats tail, but I like my cats with big fluffy tails, like Cloro and Clorinha.

My yesterday’ post about the chages to WP posting page got misunderstood. I like the changes, but being faced with them at 1:30am without coffee was rather daunting. For those of you reading, if you have had problems with the post preview, it’s probably because you have pop-ups blocked; like me. The preview now comes as a pop-up page. I don’t know why they fixed it, the new tab was working fine. My philosophy is if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it. I still want to know what a ‘slug’ is (found under advanced setting).

They say the internet is full. There is a likelyhood of it shutting down.

Is the internet ‘full’ and are we in for a rocky ride over the next few weeks? Photograph: Alamy Click the image if you want the BBCNews about this

That’s a worry, if the internet shuts down, I’ll have to do other things, like the dishes…

ISPs with old equipment are already being affected. Hence the FB outage a week or so ago.

Mind you, FB wouldn’t be a great loss.

But the mind boggles at the thought of a blogless world.

Here in Brazil, we received a shock yesterday. Eduardo Campos, one of the presidential hopefuls for this year’s elections in October, was killed in a plane crash. There are six serious candidates, Campos and Aércio Neves were the two choices in my mind. The other four, include a slovenly disinterested cuss, a slime ball, an ex-evangelical preacher who is crawling up the collective religious asshole and the blonde bimbo incumbent; who was top of the pops. I am hopeful that Campos’ followers will migrate to Neves and knock the blonde bimbo off her perch.

The whole dynamic of October has been thrown into disarray.

I must get organised. Fifteen minutes before I am due to leave for class. At least it isn’t raining so I should get there dry and cold.

Later

A Rugged Week

A real coffee maker

A real coffee maker

After a rugged week, coffee is on the way,

I have a wicked headache, so bad that I took a paracetamol. I rarely take medicines, usually not needed, but there are times like this.

A great cup of coffee is only moments away, then sanity will return to the world, at least my world.

The coador (cloth strainer) is the only way to make coffee. It is faster and more efficient and simply makes better coffee than all your gadgets or machines.

Of course, it’s not without its drawbacks; you actually have to boil water, and worst of all, you have to lift the coffeepot afterward to pour the elixir into your cup.

I am wallowing in bliss, much like a pig wallows in the mud; that first sip of freshly brewed morning coffee transports one to paradise, no return ticket.

Friday, I got over Hump Day, no elephants involved. Slid all the way down Thursday, and arrived with a resounding thump on Friday, albeit with the headache which is slowly dissipating. Coffee truly is a purveyor of miracles.

No class today, no class tomorrow, and football (soccer) and beer on Sunday. Yes, a three-day weekend.

Coming in to land at El Alto (La Paz) Airport

Coming in to land at El Alto (La Paz) Airport

I see Bolivia is a tad more than miffed at having their president banned from flying over France, Italy, Spain and Portugal through their airspace and forcing a stopover in Austria, where Morales consented to having his plane searched for the US whistleblower.

What would have happened if Morales had refused under diplomatic immunity?

Further food for thought; what would have happened if Morales jet had defied the four-country ban and flown over any of those countries? Would they have shot it down? Would the cowards have the balls to do that?

We all know who was to blame for the ban.

The Bolivian president is considering closing the US Embassy as a result, four other South American nations are also considering the case.

“The Bolivian president blamed Washington for pressurising European countries into refusing him passage.

“My hand would not shake to close the US embassy,” Mr Morales said.

“We have dignity, sovereignty. Without the United States, we are better politically and democratically.””BBC News

I am beginning to think that he may be right, not only Bolivia,but the rest of the world might be better off without American interference. Politically, Washington is getting too big for its boots.

Imagine if: “”If this had happened to the president of the United States, it probably would have been grounds for war,” said Ecuadorean President Rafael Correa.”BBC News

Indeed!

The sun is promising to top the trees in the praça, it looks like a beautiful day ahead.

Prince Charles in front of the Tardis

Just before I toddle off into the blogosphere, I will point you toward a blog that I find tremendously funny. Prince Charles _ HRH of Twitter If you are a fan, or even if you’re not, of England’s Royals, this will appeal to you; a spoof of Prince Charles at his best. A wonderful example of British humour and stiff-upper-lip. The current post on Dr Who is funny, but the previous Ascot post is hilarious.

Later.

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