The Yardstick of Civilization

Friday, I bought a coffee maker. I didn't use it all weekend because it was the weekend, and that's when I use my French press. But I sure did use it Monday and today.

On my normal website, I posted a few times on civet poop coffee. Is farmed stuff legit, why would you want it at all, how much does it cost, etc. I concluded this is a first world problem. Cambodia, for instance, does not care one iota about the quality of their civet poop coffee. I sincerely doubt many Cambodians care much about coffee at all right now.

The point is, I think, that while I'm not insane, rich, or out of problems enough to care about civet poop coffee, I do care about having a pot of it in the mornings.

At the moment, I buy my coffee sort of weekly. I don't have a grinder out here in my horrible house, so I have to grind beans at the grocery store. I don't want to store a large amount of ground beans since grinds seem to go bad faster than beans do. So I grind my beans, take them home, and stick them into one of these:

Anybody with a better idea for storing coffee grounds (Renee), feel free to let me know.

So for all my complaints about my stupid smelly house, I'm pretty civilized. When I got here, the only light in the room was in the closet. While it's cool having a light in my closet, having that be the only light wasn't so hot. My lamp is operated by a normal wall switch, and I like that. Also when I first moved in, I had a bed, desk, and a tv tray I brought with me as a bedside table. I've added shelves and a small table. Not to mention cardboard in the window, cutlery, vodka, local beer, and my newly acquired coffee maker and toaster.

That is, of course, in addition to my 24-inch iMac, iPhone 3GS, and color laser printer.

So I'm reasonably civilized: I can post to the Internet, watch Futurama and Reno 911, take photos and send emails. I'm still not happy, and wont be till my family's out here. But civilization (and a decent cup of coffee in one of the rad coffee cups Jaylyn made for me) certainly takes the sting out of being alone.

Here's a photo of me in the shower. ☺