day 341: early interest in coffee
Among the many random things you can learn about me on my blog is that I *love* coffee. Caffeine isn’t even my longest lasting addiction — that would be gummibears, addicted since early childhood. It’s also not an unbroken one, since I had to stop drinking it for 3 years. However, it is quite likely my most excessive addiction.
During the last 2 years of high school I gulped down an entire 0.75l thermos of coffee within the first 45 min of class every day. Throughout the day I also went through a couple of vending machine coffees and drank more instant cappuccinos when I was back home. I had no coffee culture in those days and it all amounted to the most excessive amount of caffeine available. In the first couple of weeks of my apprenticeship I was told *not* to make the coffee, since my brew was “too damn strong” and “bad for the heart”. If you knew apprenticeships in Germany, you’d also know that making coffee is normally *the* duty for the apprentice. Well, not in my case. Later I learned to tone down my brew a bit, which also meant that I would drink about 4-6 cups of coffee during the day, because it was *weak*. Still, it was nice tasting fair trade coffee and not the crappy cheap stuff I used to drink before.
Just before the start of my second year I bought a new coffee machine, a pad coffee maker. It came with 3 types of coffee. Of course I had to test it extensively and ended up drinking 2 cups of each type. Since pad coffee is a bit stronger than the typical filter stuff, I basically had about 10-12 cups of coffee. Around 1am I called a friend and asked him whether he wanted to come over to have pancakes and drink more coffee. It was a brilliant night. Together with another friend we also killed one of these pad makers. We drank so much coffee that after half a year only half the normal amount would come out.
I could tell you a ton of coffee stories. Maybe one day I will even write a book about coffee. I certainly love it enough!
However, I’m only mentioning this, because the picture inspired me to think about coffee. My friend Guido and me sat in the café in the Martin-Gropius-Bau after seeing the Diane Arbus exhibition and I quickly took this picture before Guido could inhale (!) his coffee. Strangely enough, what I like most about this picture is that both the baby and the cup of coffee are out of focus. It somehow really adds to the feel of the picture, although I don’t quite know why or how. On of these accidental revelations about composition I guess.