What is in your cup?

[desertblues]

Twinings earl grey in my cup.

Off to Tehran today; we're going to Khomeinie's mausoleum on the way.

[kindlekitten]

Originally Posted by desertblues

Twinings earl grey in my cup.

Off to Tehran today; we're going to Khomeinie's mausoleum on the way.

how much longer until you are on a plane?

[desertblues]

Originally Posted by kindlekitten

how much longer until you are on a plane?

Another 21 hours to go before the plane leaves. We have a long drive to Tehran and will leave in the middle of the night for Amsterdam. There's no need for a fuelstop in Beograd, as there was on our way to Tehran. The Iranian plane wasn't allowed to refuel in Amsterdam, because of the boycott. It will be a 6 hours flight....customs ( the oriental rug that i have in my suitcase, a big brass lamp.....). And then a 1'5 hours drive home.
I will post the adventures of my last days tonight and then I'm done travelling for the moment.

Had a nice breakfast with eggs on toast.

[willijt]

2% cow's milk. cold. with soda biscuits. yum.

[Stitchawl]

Originally Posted by willijt

2% cow's milk. cold. with soda biscuits. yum.

Just curious... What was the other 98%?


Another mug of China Black, just to keep the momentum.


Stitchawl

[Iridal]

Latte macchiatto in my cup. Getting ready to go shopping, I need/want a new skirt since the ones I own are way to big now (9.5 kg down, I've never been this skinny before). And I might just buy another pair of shoes Red ballerina shoes preferably.

[Iridal]

Originally Posted by desertblues

Another 21 hours to go before the plane leaves. We have a long drive to Tehran and will leave in the middle of the night for Amsterdam. There's no need for a fuelstop in Beograd, as there was on our way to Tehran. The Iranian plane wasn't allowed to refuel in Amsterdam, because of the boycott. It will be a 6 hours flight....customs ( the oriental rug that i have in my suitcase, a big brass lamp.....). And then a 1'5 hours drive home.
I will post the adventures of my last days tonight and then I'm done travelling for the moment.

Had a nice breakfast with eggs on toast.

Enjoy your last hours in Iran, and have a safe flight home!

[astra]

Good Saturday morning

Curd cheese, blueberries, strawberries, palmiers are waiting for me

Meanwhile, I start with wonder first day of the weekend with China Black - Golden Needle.
90°C, 4 minutes.
We will see.

I cannot do it at 80°C and won't re-infuse. Sorry.


ETA.
Finished the cup.
Keemun. Although not the best, just nice. A bit better than NBTea's mediocre Keemun that I finished yesterday at work. I take Golden Needle to the office

[astra]

Cuppa #2

Assam Hattialli.

[orlok]

Originally Posted by Stitchawl

Now that I'm older and perhaps wiser, I think you might be right... partially.
That T-shirt should have read "Never trust a Hippy unconditionally."
It's a matter of 'what' you can trust us with.
You can trust some with your money, others with your wife, still others to be sure to water your garden. You can trust a few with your stash, one or two with your food, and all of us to love you completely... as long as you share.

In the words of the Jefferson Airplane;
All your private property is target for your enemy. And your enemy is we.
We are all outlaws in the eyes of America
In order to survive we steal cheat lie forge fu@k hide and deal
We are obscene lawless hideous dangerous dirty violent and young
But we should be together

... and we were.


Stitchawl

There was some thought behind the "Never Trust a Hippy" thing. All those wonderful things they promised, as outlined in your post, were ultimately never delivered. The whole thing just seemed to collapse into a heap of self obsession and self indulgence.

For me, when punk came along, I just thought "thank Christ!" and moved on to something rooted in reality and the here and now.

[Stitchawl]

Originally Posted by astra

Meanwhile, I start with wonder first day of the weekend with China Black - Golden Needle.
90°C, 4 minutes.

I do all my black teas between 90c-95c. I find for my taste, that works best.

Originally Posted by orlok

There was some thought behind the "Never Trust a Hippy" thing. All those wonderful things they promised, as outlined in your post, were ultimately never delivered.

Well, not exactly. For the first few years it really was an idyllic endeavor, and all who were involved were deeply committed to its beliefs. We lived it. We breathed it. We believed it. We lived by the creed 'what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours. But by the third year or so, another generation was moving into it. They changed the motto to 'what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine.' Things went downhill from there. Into a tribal culture of light drugs they brought in a solo culture of heavy addictive drugs. And the communes began to dissolve. The laid back Height-Ashbury district of S.F. became a dealer's paradise, changing from barefoot girls with flowers painted on their faces to junkies nodding out on street corners.

The whole thing just seemed to collapse into a heap of self obsession and self indulgence.

That is exactly how it wound up... but it wasn't a collapse. It was an evolution. Different people with different ideas inhabiting the same streets.

For me, when punk came along, I just thought "thank Christ!" and moved on to something rooted in reality and the here and now.

Quite so. I saw a young guy with a Mohawk hair cut, colored like the rainbow. He saw me staring at him and asked me why? I told him that about 20 years before, in the middle of an acid trip, I had sex with a peacock. I was wondering if he was my son? God, I love reality.

And right now, reality is a glass of cool blue. Bombay Sapphire on the rocks!

Stitchawl

[GeoffC]

Green Tea ..

[orlok]

Originally Posted by Stitchawl

Quite so. I saw a young guy with a Mohawk hair cut, colored like the rainbow. He saw me staring at him and asked me why? I told him that about 20 years before, in the middle of an acid trip, I had sex with a peacock. I was wondering if he was my son? God, I love reality.

Excellent!

[bjones6416]

Originally Posted by Stitchawl

Into a tribal culture of light drugs they brought in a solo culture of heavy addictive drugs. And the communes began to dissolve. The laid back Height-Ashbury district of S.F. became a dealer's paradise, changing from barefoot girls with flowers painted on their faces to junkies nodding out on street corners.
Stitchawl

I recently tried, in vain, to explain to one of my nephews why the drug culture of that time was so different from today. I am not minimalizing the bad stuff that happened sometimes to people addicted to the heavy stuff, but that was one of the differences -- whatever happened, happened to an INDIVIDUAL. These days the drug culture is so tied up in crime and commerce that it is an entirely different animal that adversely affects whole communities. Not the same at all, and nothing to make sweet movies about. Oh, how I loved that first Cheech and Chong movie!

[astra]

Cuppa #3
Fortnum and Mason's Regent's Blend.

Saturday 13.54 only third cup of tea?