I know I have severely been laggin with the blog posts these days but I have not had the time nor energy to convert my ever-changing thoughts into words onto this petty website... until tonight!
It has been a week and a few days since my whole sense of direction skewed from south to north (as well as my sense of weather prediction). No longer in an inexplicable limbo, I am gathering my southern California rhythm of café hopping and used book store binging. Cheers, Berkeley, you are in for one hell of a ginger!
After spending my last four hours here, at People's Cafe, I can truly nod my head in approval for both the ambiance as well as coffee. Okay, so the ambiance definitely makes up for the rather weak coffee (then again, I have a bias, being a binge coffee drinker) and there are plugs situated under each desk... about 20 desks, at least.
What this generally amounts to is a quiet atmosphere where people generally keep to themselves, much like I am doing right now, as they work through the night until good ol' midnight rolls by and they decide to greet the night in it's frigid glory only to wake up for class the next day. Because I guess that's what Berkeley kids do... they study... a lot. Not that I am complaining, or anything, because I am swimming in debt (already) in order to learn. This coffee shop is great though. Especially to get your shit done... and swim in debt- at least the coffee is cheap?
No photos do this place justice. Upon entering, it seems like a typical coffee joint: breakfast menu, salad menu, sandwich menu and, of course, the drink menu. Bar seating is conveniently located right next to the window for perfect people watching, whereas the back is where the spawn of electrical outlets thrives. The small "typical coffee joint" facade quickly shifts from one room to the next, where one is nestled in a more mellow atmosphere, more tucked away from new customers but still not in the very back where computer fanatics sit there, caressing their electronic children.
I am in the back, caressing my electronic child (the only child I ever plan to have thank-you-very-much). Not only am I here to be a hermit and be mildly productive (which, for your information, I have been) but also because it looks like a complete opposite from the innocent front register. THe walls are adorned with beakers, test tubes, atoms of various shapes and sizes painted with none other than spray paint. Is that E= mc2 that I see? Yeah, the inner nerd in me is giddy as ever. In front of me a volcano is erupting and clouds are either ejaculating or producing lighting bolts. I think it's the latter. I might be wrong.
Oh! The upper portion of the wall is adorned with old comic books! Although comic books have never been an obsession of mine, I do give People's a thumbs up for the innovative idea in using classics as a decoration. I guess the people who sit back here are not only to caress their electronic children but refrain from getting too excited by the scientific wall experiments and comic book explosion.
I would totally take a picture if I had a camera.
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And for everyone who is wondering how Berkeley is thus far - I love it. I love love love love it. The professors are fascinating. The students are inspiring. The city is as beautiful as it is sketch. It is the perfect balance of unpredictability and fascination. There is room for adventure and there is room for growth.
It's time to fart around, like good ol' Vonnegut would say.
-Mon
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