March 26, 1999

I've spent many an hour at the Ann Arbor Caribou coffee house since I arrived on campus 3 years ago, as they have the best coffee and the most reasonable prices around here. It's a nice and comfortable place to talk and to study, but there's something eery about it as well. I've noticed that inside many campus buildings and especially inside computer labs, there's really no feeling of time. There's a sort of sterile continuity inside the realm of institutional space; no real feelings of day or night or anything beyond the immeadiate space. Caribou has this same time relationship, but the space is entirely different and entirely concocted. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing, it's just kind of wierd; there's a rustic, wilderness cabin in the middle of State Street. The decor never changes. It's always looked like a wilderness cabin and the lighting is such that it always appears to be sundown. Hmm.

Beets are so rad. I cooked them up today and they are really good. I'll try to add them to the recipe box tomorrow. They are sweet and yummy and the best shade of red.

Sunshine is excellent for my productivity. I've felt great all day; I got a car wash and went to the Produce Station to get mint to make tabouli from scratch tomorrow. If that turns out well I'll pop the recipe up to the recipe box as well.