I am drinking some of Inkbot’s instant coffee right now, Trader Joe’s brand. I would say “it’s my first time drinking instant coffee” but I’m sure Lara will remember an instance in college during which I not only drank instant coffee but had some part of my head pierced simultaneously. So I won’t; I’ll just assume I’ve done this before, although I don’t remember it. Which reminds me of an Elvis Costello lyric: “And don’t try to read my mind because it’s full of disappearing ink.” Yes, Mr. Costello. Yes.
So my impressions of instant coffee are mixed, no pun intended. I truly enjoy the sight and sound of the little space-age crystals dissolving in boiling water. They hiss while they melt. I like that part. Plus, instant is very convenient. The taste, though: instant coffee is to real coffee as a blue Bic is to my Waterman fountain pen. There’s really no comparison; they are different beasts entirely, except for what they’re supposed to do.
Speaking of fountain pens, my new Recife Cristal is having nib issues. I can’t decide if it’s the ink or it’s just new and needs to be broken in more than any of my other pens, but it’s stumping me. I have been using it at work in an attempt to break it in fast, but it’s so unreliable that I end up tossing it aside in favor of my Recife Riviera, which never fails to write the first time. Does anyone reading this with fountain pen tips know what I can do to help break in a stubborn nib?
Anyway, not only am I drinking instant coffee, I’m eating cold pizza. What a decadent morning I’m having! I’m also creating an iTunes playlist for my morning commute, trying very hard not to include any TMBG tracks, and here it is so far (partially available in an iMix):