Hi, everybody. I often lament that I am so far isolated out here in the Pacific and I can't attend any barista events without a criminal amount of travel and expense, or that I haven't been to a coffee shop in so so long that's not my own. And I think about how all my training comes from videos and magazines, websites and things we learn together, or the odd traveller who comes out here to tell us about coffee. And I lament that all my beans come by aeroplane (thank heavens for Fedex). And it's so sad that my supplies are limited and my dairy options are limited, and my knowledgeable customer exists only because I knowledged him.

But man, oh man, it's 75 degrees out, clear skies, light trade winds. I can see the canal that runs by my shop (located in an old historic building) and flows under bridges into the clear ocean. There's a few waves out there, glassy ones. Every so often, if you're paying attention, you'll see the splashes of a pod of whales swimming around the island chain on their migration through the Pacific. I have a reddish tan that I got this weekend at the beach, swimming in the ocean, walking on the rocks, laying out at a deserted beach with friends.

Sorry guys.

It all comes out in the wash, i guess.