Call this a schizo break from the previous post. Thoughts are flyin' quick!
I was sitting in Panda Express today, eating my generic Chinese food and reading Doctor Who Magazine like the nerd that I am. And as I ate, my eyes wandered, as is usual, and I thought back to the episode of Unwrapped I saw on "black and white" food. (Yeah.)
The jumps make sense in my head, I promise you.
The segment I was thinking of talked about latte art, and how people make nifty designs in the foam. I've always wanted to try doing that kind of thing, since it looks cool. But anyways - I liked the layout of the Panda Express I was in, and got into thinking.
Two things I love are art and coffee. They kind of walk hand in hand for me. I mean, really. I've made mentions - mumblings - on how I'd some day love to open a café. One, because it's a fun word, and two, it just sounds so neat and hip. Wait, I mean, it just sounds like something I would do.
But make it a bit of a twist. Sure, it'd be comfortable, a place to hang out. But something a bit else. Materials and workstations to draw or paint. Lots of power outlets. A TV that strictly forbids any reality television. You know, things that are conducive to making stuff. Coffee is so in there.
Thing is, I'd really want to call it The Writers Bloc Café...
One day, I want to at least try my hand in the café business, see how I fare. Probably miserably. And I'd love to stick to the suburbs, but this kind of things probably requires city location...or at least near an art school. Or a school with an art department.
This was random, CARRY ON.
