an aroma which wafts

i am drinking coffee, which i might add is the primary motivator for writing. anyway, this coffee. it is ethiopian. straight from the rich soil of africa, and i hear that coffee was actually invented there. that was a funny sounding thing because it seems to be the same as saying that philosophy was invented in ancient greece. true, but not entirely. in addition to drinking coffee and writing, i feel guilty, because i've adulterated this beautiful thing with cream and sugar, and someone pointed out to me that i should be drinking it black. this is also true, because i could be ravaging any sort of coffee with condiments (condiments is a funny word. also, masticate. and moist.). ethiopian coffee stands alone.

no meta-writing today. or, wait. dang it.

do you put two spaces after every period, or one? i watched someone typing the other day and noticed they only put one space to separate sentences from each other, and then i wondered which of us was the abnormal one. i use two, by the way. it mostly serves to take up space on the page and make it seem as though i am writing more than i am.

ok. meta-writing is already in full swing, so i will keep going with the flow. one last thing before i end this blog post.

here is the thing. i could write a lot, and say very little. or, i could write less, and probably (hopefully) say more. words are a curious universe, and maybe writing about this universe helps me understand it better. there are many people with many things to say, and mine is only one more voice in the myriad. i will do us both (you, and me) a favor by trying to write much by writing little. let's see what happens.