Blog is an odd word. Harsh to the ears. Cumbersome as it issues forth from the mouth, falling like an ice cube. It is not a word that lands easily. But the ACT of blogging — of writing thoughts that might otherwise remain wandering around in the folds of a brain, or trapped in the body’s fascia — that’s not so odd. It is perhaps an act of expression, of sharing recipes, or a wee bit of exhibitionism. Or maybe an attempt at guerilla marketing or quite simply a reaching out with wonder to see and ask: are you like me? Am I like you? Or an announcement: “Here I am world! Let’s talk!” I have not yet decided what this blog is except that it is an act that considers all of the above and yet is more. It is a process, a learning, and most of all an exploration of insatiable, terminal curiosity.
But it needs a name, doesn’t t?
It began as My Blog. Didn’t much like the sound of that. So started a process: My Blog. Teacup, no Tempest. Minor details I lost count of the sighs.
Titling is quite an art I thought as I rifled through my brain for words and combinations thereof that could be a serviceable title. And off goes the brain (not brain: mind) into its tangent because the word art somehow wiggled its way in, and following that tangent, the thought …so is creating those amazing swirls and shapes in the crema of espresso. THAT — creating designs shapes or patterns in espresso crema or the steamed milk is truly an art form. Best seen at the Dark Horse Cafe on Queen Street East, or Broadview Espresso aka the Porn Cafe (because it used to be a porn shop.) I am ever on the hunt for Toronto’s penultimate espresso (other than my own home). The crema is a good indicator of the quality of the machine, of the beans, of the grind, of the water pressure and of the taste.
Anyway, that led me to thinking about shapes and swirls…which led me to the concrete swirl I saw in Rome. (No: swirl is NOT a sweet girl) Short story long: Espresso Swirl is now the title of this blog. For now. (Or should I key 4 now?)