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KOPI LUWAK: The Indonesian palm civet prowls about the coffee plantation, eats choice coffee beans, and excretes them, undigested. The resulting coffee beans, which pass through within millimeters of the cat’s perineal glands, are gathered and brewed into coffee. It is reported to be the most expensive coffee in the world. [In other words, it's civet bunghole-flavored coffee.]
Here’s a pic of a civet:

Some more info about “Kopi Luwak” (a.k.a. civet bunghole-flavored coffee):
According to local legend, the palm civet, in spite of its categorization as an omnivore, is a fastidiously picky eater. Thus, it is thought that this musky epicure selects only the coffee cherries that are at their very peak of ripeness and savor. (Other foodstuffs selected by the civet at their very peak of ripeness and savor include: insects, palm sap, birds, voles, spiders, squirrels, and frogs.)
As the civet’s gustatory interest is strictly in the outer, pulpy portion of the coffee fruit, it allows the commercially viable pit (containing two of what we know as the coffee bean), to pass through its digestive tract physically unscathed, though perhaps somewhat morally cheapened.
Like the common house cat, the civet habitually tends to void its bowels in the same spot every day. Thus, it’s the work of but a moment for cheerful coffee plantation workers to run their fingers through the creature’s rich, loamy feces and glean the treasures within, which are then washed (thank God for small comforts), roasted, and sold as “the world’s finest, and most expensive, coffee,” at prices often exceeding $200 per pound.

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It’s funny, sometimes you feel so bored by everything, but then you also feel to lazy to do anything. It’s a viscious cycle I tell you…..or to many pizza rolls *blah*
Here you go terri,


Have fun with them….

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Merry Christmas! I hope everybody’s schwag was sweet. I got some pretty cool gifts this christmas, not to mention a free dinner from my sister
Here’s a couple highlights:
- ATHF, Family Guy vol 1 and 2 box set’s
- 3 books, Wiring, Plumbing and Dude, where’s my country?
- 2 sweaters from J. Crew (god, i’m so old I actually like getting clothes now)
- leather gloves from wilson’s
- Latest LadyTron CD
- Best Buy gift certificate and a Visa Gift card (predestined for Buffy season 5)
- HomeWorld 2 from my sis, and a new robe!
- Black Titanium Skagen watch….uber guten.

Of course Jen got some cool things like some more Snowmen sculptures, dvd’s and a new stereo.
And the cat’s? They got the joy of playing in the wrapping paper all day

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It’s about that time

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Jen got me a brand new magazine subscription as an early gift:

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….and I feel fine.
Except I don’t know where my gnome is. Ever have that problem?
Oh well, i’m sure it’s just an Intermittant, multiple protocol problem.

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I had an interesting dinner with my sister tonight.
Every since my mom died (our mom…..i know, just can’t get out of the habit) I’ve had this feeling like i’ve become more important to her. Now, thats not to say I wasn’t before, but it’s changed in some ways. Like when I was going to switch cell phones, she was not very happy i was considering switching to cingular from nextel because then she couldn’t beep me whenever she wanted to. I stayed with nextel (which actually turned out cheaper, despite my employee discount at cingular) and picked up an i60, but I was kind of surprised at how much she didn’t want to loose that connection with me. I guess I just wasn’t away I was that important.
Now of course if she reads this (hi terri) she’ll say, of course your important your my brother. But still it’s a real surprise to feel as if somebody needs you when you grew up needing them.
I like to think i was strong and was there for her and my mom while she was dying. I felt I had to be the person who made other’s laugh in order to distract them from the horriblness of what was really happening. its funny though, i spent so much time supressing my feelings in order to feel i was strong, that i wonder sometimes if i surpressed them to much. Even today my sister tears up thinking about my mom, but I don’t.
Don’t get me wrong, I get sad, depressed, I hate the fact that she had to die the way she did. For the last month it was more like taking care of a big baby than watching my mother die.
I remember growing up, she would leave for work before i would even wake up for school, and return an hour or two after i got home from school and pretty much go to sleep. I know she did this to pay the bils for us, but I wonder in some ways if this made us more distant.
it’s funny really, in some way’s i’m the biggest momma’s boy in the world, i used to cry when i tried to spend the night at somebody elses house. But in other ways there’s a part of my mind that say’s “she’s dead. we all die. get over it, everybody else has felt this way”.
I don’t want to keep going on about this constantly, because I know other’s have experienced loss greater than me. But on the other hand i’m so fucking angry that i have these terrible memories in me of what became of my mother in her last days. That is not the person I wanted to remember.
My mother (i know, i know….our mother) was a great person. She had her flaws, but she was kind, generous and helped a lot of people. I loved her very much and miss her every day. And if i could go back and live my life again, i swear i’d be a much better son to her.
Some of you have a chance to do things I would give my soul to do again. Please don’t forget that….

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