Mocha – A to Z Foods


Continuing on with my theme of food (and drink), here is a picture of a mocha latte I created today. It was made from an instant cafe mocha mix that only required some hot water mixed in. I left it sitting on the counter then until it went cold, proceeding to drink it very quickly while I drummed up this latest post.

I’m not a huge fan of coffee, as I’ve stated before on this blog, but a nice mocha latte with cream in it is something I find delicious. If I had any artistic abilities in coffee making, there would be a picture of something swirled into the coffee cup, like that of below:

The drink is named after Mocha, a port on the Red Sea, where coffee and leather (both called mocha) were first shipped.

The Barista Speaks

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I’m not a coffee addict

Coffee for you

Coffee for me

The best thing to wake up

Grounded down to a perfect blend

Preparing it with care

My excellence in frothing

Latte perfect espresso

Your days at the little table

Laptop and a frap

The hipster scarf around your neck

That makes you look so college prepped

A snobbery of the morning hour

Dropping your latest novel draft

Your passion is relentless

While I wipe this bar down

And further pour my dreams

Into little cups of steamy white swirls

Starbucks eyes slowly move about

The snobbery I see

Slowly sinking me into

Anger and fits of rebellion

Life From The Futon

I live an odd life. Have been sleeping and waking up on a futon every morning for the last few months, since my bed is kind of being ignored right now for another comfort. There really isn’t that much that wakes me up. I just arise and don’t need any catalyst. I’m 24 years old and in the best shape of my life. There’s no reason for my back to be hurting or my legs to be aching.

Two days a week, I go with my family to donate plasma for money. It’s about an hour drive to the center to go through the tiresome process of kiosk, line, screening booth, line again, bed, needle, and pumping for cash. Been doing that for 4 years now and it never gets old. Since that is my only source of income right now, it is very important that I get up early in the mornings, even if I’m dead tired.

My desire to blog everyday is another reason I am always alert in the morning, ready to find out what’s happening with my blog and what others are doing as well. There’s always something interesting from one of my favorite bloggers when I open up the Reader. I’ll scroll through a couple of posts until I find something that attracts me and maybe visit the post or earmark it for later.

First thought that comes to find is always the daily prompt and if that isn’t suiting me, a random photo challenge. It’s a habit that I’ve gotten into for nearly a year now, starting way last September. It all started when I gave up on ESPN’s Streak for the Cash after losing my streak, and wouldn’t you know it, I played the game again this month and lost after just a streak of 4 correct picks.

I don’t have a job so there’s never any motivation to get up early, get ready, and head off to make the donuts. My parents keep on insisting I get a job and keep looking on the Internet for opportunities. I kind of blame blogging for taking away my time from doing that and other things. My dad knows I blog and has said to get my priorities in order, having better time management. I have tried to take that advice and plan my time better, applying for jobs here and there, keeping up with my emails, spreading the wealth around to other importance.

No Folger’s in your cup for me. I don’t drink coffee in the morning. Even if I didn’t sleep at all the night before, I’m awake and as alert as a bee, ready to get going on whatever the day has in store, which usually isn’t that much. My blog is my passion and it’s usually the center of my day and I’m not going to let anyone take that away from me. If a job comes along, I’ll still find time for it.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forward Drive.”

What is the one thing that drives you to wake up in the morning and do whatever it is you do? Is it writing, family, friends, or something else entirely?

It All Started With Coffee

I don’t remember this particular blogger’s name, but it was her post that introduced me to WordPress back in 2006, seven years before I started this long running blog; I was merely an unregistered visitor stopping by to check out something interesting in a store window, curious about its contents.

WordPress and blogging in general were entirely new things to me, though I had heard about the evolving activity but had never given it much thought. As I was just beginning high school in 2006, then fifteen years old, and my knowledge of the internet was still growing, figuring out how it could be an effective tool in my life was uncertain. Finding this place was merely by chance, the initial doorway to this site being through a particularly intriguing GIF image that I found while searching for something on Google Images, I believe something coffee related, which was the basis of our unnamed mistresses’ post. Her post was about her love for coffee and the art that could be made from it, including a picture of a cheeky little monkey formed from the cream being expertly swirled. The post that led me to this land of enchantment was so well structured and full of interesting details that kept me reading until the very end, eager to find out more. I remember reading and having strong thoughts of praise for her writing going through my head. Wow, she is a really good writer, took some time to craft this. Has quite an interesting life as well. Maybe I should try this? The latter I did, but it was very short lived; I made just one post on this “blog”, being in quotations since it was hardly in the definition of such. The post was titled “Hello, World”, and was a friendly introduction, featuring a couple of tidbits about myself that I hoped would get the ball rolling. But it never really did and I never really developed a big interest in blogging since it just seemed like a tedious activity to me back then, having to figure out what to write and how to write it, and the fear that what I wrote would not be very good pulled me away from this creative endeavor. My one post blog, simply titled “Matt’s blog” by default, was deleted seven years later and I’ve been here ever since.

The fear of failure is atychiphobia, and I believe I have it day in and day out, but unlike the definition that says people stray away from performing tasks to avoid failure, I happen to go with tasks but don’t expect to achieve success since it has eluded me many times before, my inner self learning to take things with a grain of salt, not wanting to experience feeling of blows to the head, heart being badly broken.

The cheeky monkey I remember so well

While we’re on the subject, I don’t particularly like the taste of coffee, well let’s just say I don’t like the taste of it black, plain, and unsweetened. It’s kind of an unnecessary thing for me and I don’t know why others rely it on so much. Sure, it is a great pick-me-up, the caffeine in a regular cup of joe enough to get you through the day, but as far as the taste, well it’s not very delightful or fulfilling is it? But just like cigarettes, tobacco, and recreational drugs like marijuana, if I started drinking coffee daily I would become addicted to it in no time. It would become a natural part of my life, having to consume it every morning…not exactly a good thing for the teeth.

Back to what I saying before, just to give you a perspective of how WordPress has changed since I first discovered it in 2006, here is the dashboard/posting page from that year:

And here is the homepage/dashboard for the 2013 version that my blog began on, quite similar to what it is today.

As you can see, WordPress has gotten more user friendly, cleaner, and modern in its design interface, taking away a bit of the learning curve that was with me back in 2006.

A Little Ten to Ten

Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to.

Day 214

Sitting down at the Waffle House, I met the 13th version of me,

we glanced at each other with an uncertain air and were offered some coffee.

But we both rejected it, having no desire for the taste,

and not taking it black would have been a disgrace.

So we sat and had a ten to ten,

maybe sipped on some soda or chewed on a pen.

I told him about his life, what he was going to be,

how in ten years he would still not be free.

He didn’t seem quite interested, being wrapped up in his own world,

well, the most challenging thing he would face would be finding the love of a girl.

Most rewarding? Graduating from college to try to find a career.

Most fun? Sitting in front of a computer screen year after year.

After all was said and done,

We simply said goodbye,

there wasn’t much closure, nor much eye to eye.

Because we were parallels of each other,

cut from the same cloth,

and our conversation wouldn’t booster, it would merely fall, drop.

But there was one thing I forgot to say to him,

that might be useful one day:

Don’t waste your time on Twitter, you’ll waste your life away.


My 13 year old life ten years ago (from a technological standpoint):

  • Was living in an old farmhouse way back in the sticks and going to be fairly racially divided school. Seventh grade was a struggle as I got bad grades consistently and just couldn’t get the help that I needed.
  • Did not own a high definition television like I do now – all I had was a massive Sanyo CRT that sat precariously on a fragile cabinet.
  • Was still using an old dial up 56k modem (the nostalgic connecting sound still resonates in my head). Getting on to the Internet was more of a satisfying reward back then. No Wi-Fi, had to string a long phone cord from the upstairs bedroom, down the stairs, and into the back of an ancient Packard-Bell tower sitting on the floor.
  • Email was actually less obtrusive back then since I didn’t have multiple accounts, only one Hotmail that maybe got a couple messages in it a week. Now I have accounts all over the place, some I don’t even remember the passwords to, and they all are chock full of messages, most of them junk.
  • Had a PlayStation 2 in 2004 that worked like a champ. In 2014, I have no game console, my broken PS3 being snatched up by my sister in Wisconsin.
  • Facebook had just come out in 2004 but of course I wouldn’t know about it, it only being at a small number of Ivy League schools. There was no Twitter, YouTube, Tumblr, Pinterest, Instagram, or Flickr. WordPress was very new, having been introduced in 2003, and not known by a lot of people yet. Did not have a blog until 2013 and I don’t even think it was even a word yet, or was still simply called a “web log” before being crunched down to one word.
  • One of the most popular cell phones in 2004 was the flip phone but I didn’t own one since they were expensive and I had no money or any need for a phone in that case.
  • Netflix was around in 2004 but I didn’t know about it and anyway, TV shows and movies would be terrible to watch on a small CRT monitor over a sluggish dial-up connection.
  • There were 5 Harry Potter books, but I would not get my hands on the fifth until the next year.
  • Was using Google search exclusively. Bing was called MSN search and Yahoo was still not a friend of mine.
  • Did not know about the iPod or any mp3 player device, even though it was invented in 2001. Did not even own a CD player until 2007, my musical tastes still quite mysterious.
  • Bush was President in 2004, we Americans complaining about him. Obama is Prez in 2014, we are still complaining.

DP #57

My Snob Radar

I have a snob radar for all things in life. Whenever something comes into my radar’s scope, a tiny blip appears, and I hear a distinct ping! in my head, telling me something’s asking for my likeness assessment. As soon as I look at that blip, I can tell if it is a friendly (green) or foe (red); a cheerful chime goes off for the things I like and a warbling siren announces a distasteful entity that must be shot down immediately before it woos me into a liking trap.

Beer is basically all the same for me whether it’s IceHouse, the cheapest I have tried, or Bud Light, The Little King of Beers? I even tried a Samuel Adams Octoberfest once and nothing too new occurred for me. Fosters? Same old cheap beer. PBR? Like landing in a mud pit and getting a mouthful. The same with an obscure one called Third Coast Beer that I received as a birthday gift, and is still sitting in the fridge unfinished. Blue Moon and Heineken were the exceptions though, truly elevating my taste in brewed beverages; their initial good tasting flavor did not let up. Basically all beer is bitter and tastes nasty after it’s been sitting out for a while, the foam washing off the top. If to say I had to cheat a little to get something I like, Shock Top is probably my favorite flavored beer followed by Mike’s. I don’t drink beer much at all so it better be something amazing for me to drink and enjoy it til the last drop. That’s rare.

Coffee has never been strong on the radar, not without adding amounts of sugar and cream to it though taking it black has been tasting better. The flavored cappuccinos, such as Irish Creme and French Vanilla, are pleasant sounds to me.

I don’t drive so being picky about automobiles is silly but if the car is messy and looks like a piece of junk my overall liking for the vehicle lessens.

You can call me a clothes horse; there are two closets and a dresser in my house full of all kinds of shirts. On certain days I don’t feel like wearing a particular tee in my closet; something has to click for me to pick out one and go with it. When shopping there is a bit of trial and error that goes along with certain designs, colors, and of course pricing. Anything that is simple and aesthetically pleasing or iconic will be on my body. I don’t like shirts that have a jumble of words on them or will be irrelevant after a while (shirts with a team’s season schedule on the back) or feature a gaudy image of an athlete on the front that shouts out to people, “Hey, everyone! I’m obvious!”

Processed turkey dinners? Learning to avoid them every time my mom throws them on the table, such as tonight…again. The same goes with hamburger helper, especially when it is dry as dust.

Movies have to go a certain way; a thrilling horror or “challenge” movie such as Saw or the Cube series where the people are put into a situation and have to fight to get out is what I seek. I like a good drama now and then, just nothing too chummy or sappy romantic. Not too big on the superhero flicks; never have seen the Batman or Iron Man movies and only saw one Superman film. I guess I prefer something I can apply my intellect to and find a deeper meaning than some flick that is cheap fun. Movies that generate a lot of hype and are the “go-to” as said by prominent, egocentric figures on television also turn me off.

Music comes in all shapes and sizes for me. I would not say I prefer one genre way more than another, it’s just the individual songs that have to be satisfying for me to want to play them over and over again. Daughtry was my first real favorite band, but after a while this has waned and other bands such as Imagine Dragons and The Killers have taken my top liking. My snob radar greatly pushes away attention-hungry or obnoxious singers such as Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, and Nicki Minaj and goes for more emotionally satisfying acts such as a couple of country/pop stars by the names of Katy Perry and Carrie Underwood.

There is so much more that my snob radar picks up, but that would surely make this post go over what I call the magic number of 1000. These daily prompts are killing me. It was fun the first few days I did it but now my I’m losing my creative edge. Why does WordPress have to resort to these mundane, boring prompts? I came very late to the post party today.

Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?