I know Starbucks isn’t good coffee. I know. But here’s the thing: I like their lattes. And I’m not making you drink them. So get off my back.

Peet’s: I tried, really I did. The people and the pastries are great. But the espresso is just too strong, now that I drink coffee once or twice a week. Obviously my tolerance is shot. I have to say, though, that I don’t enjoy it as much when I have the jitters afterward. On the other hand, their tea is good.

Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf: Vanilla powder. Nasty.

Tanner’s: I’ve tried it a couple of times, and I’m not taken with it. Something’s off, and I’m not sure what. Besides, there isn’t one close enough to bother. Also, do they not have a web site?

Ideally, I’d find some local coffeehouse that wasn’t a chain. But I’m all about the convenience, and I don’t live in a neighborhood with non-chain coffee. Well, not non-chain lattes. The regular coffee at the corner donut shop is pretty good, actually.

If you’ve got anywhere to suggest in the general vicinity of, let’s say, the Westside Pavilion, leave a comment.


I’ve found a site that’s very useful:


The graphics and rah-rah attitude can be a little much, but I do like the emphasis on gradual cleaning and the development of new habits. I find the Fly Zones section particularly useful.

Reading: Still working on Raymond Chandler’s letters. They’d go faster if they weren’t so interesting, and so well-written.


We saw Serenity on Friday–opening night. What a ride! I highly recommend this movie to anyone who likes science fiction and westerns, particularly in the same movie. And Zoe is the action heroine I’ve been waiting for. Thanks, Gina Torres!



You scored as Hoban 'Wash' Washburne. The Pilot. You are a leaf on the wind, see how you soar. You have a good job, and a stunning wife who loves you (and can kill people). Life is good, which is why you can’t help smiling. Now if you can just get people to actually listen to your opinion things would be perfect.

Which Serenity character are you?
created with

Damn. I wanted to be Zoe.

Reading: Selected Letters of Raymond Chandler


Not me, but my husband. His father is coming by in 40-45 minutes (yes, it’s 1:16 a.m., according to the computer) and they’re driving up to Lone Pine or Big Pine or Some Pine to hike a mountain trail. Meanwhile, I’ll be at Starbucks.

Today I finally transferred songs to my mp3 player. Vacuuming is much more fun now.

Reading: The House at Old Vine, by Norah Lofts