Coffee Shops: The New Library

I love this article about coffee shops from the WSJ. I don’t go to coffee shops much except for a quick drop in, but I notice the fun and life sucked out of the places across the board. They have become libraries where everyone types on a laptop and gives you a look if you order your coffee in too loud of a voice.

I think I finally had it when I went back to Ann Arbor where I grew up, and on a quick trip to Espresso Royale (Depresso Royale as it was known to us kids), a place I used to hang out with my friends, smoke our cigarettes, and meet-up with people. It was like our little club house; I used to meet men not at bars, but at cafes, because it wasn’t unusual to approach someone you didn’t know and have a conversation — in fact, it was normal. Things at Depresso Royale had changed considerably.

What is wrong with people, especially college kids today? Did the internet cause a clusterfuck of social anxiety and weirdness? I walk in with my husband and the place is a goddam office minus the cubicles; quiet, a sea of 20 glowing laptop screens, and everyone at an individual table not talking at all! Actually, I’ve seen more life come from the most depressing of cubicle offices. The best was one girl had the alphabet in 26 point font up on her screen, the alphabet! I doubt she was working on a font, she was just screwing around trying to look like she was working. I couldn’t belive this, and I finally lost it:  someone SHUSHED us! For talking! I was pissed. I started mouthing off quite loud at this point, I think I annoyed and maybe even scared some of these kids, “what a fucking morge” “what a bunch of sad sacks” “someone give these people some crystal meth” and “if you just want coffee and aren’t going to socialize, why don’t these people just stay home?” I could have started blurting out worse things, but I just wanted out of there, no one SHUSHES my husband in a coffee shop for asking where the stirry straws are!

Whatever happened to coffee shops being a place where people talked? Exchanged ideas and discussed crap? You get hopped up on caffeine and chain smoked and maybe some other people you know drop by and you all hang out for hours plotting and planning and doing and creating! Do people need to start putting some brandy in their coffee? Fucking live instead of pretending to work on your screenplay, writing that grant proposal you won’t get, or “study”. Do something.

Oh So Many Things

Finally after over a year of traveling and being thrust into various hands and 2 wait lists that fizzled: The curse of "The Duchess Beatrice" has ended. Someone finally knew what was good for them and nabbed her. Probably because they knew she would class up any room she hangs in — damn right!

I have a bunch of new shows coming up, most in California, so go check 'em out here as I'm sure something will be happening at a gallery near you! I just realized, I have two rather large dual solo shows, and one solo show, coming up between now and September…crap, I better get busy!

I've made a new policy that I will no longer donate artwork to charity auctions of any sort — with the exception of one Cleveland institution — so from henceforth I will refuse all begging, pleading, and annoying guilt trips trying to get free work from me. I have had one too many annoying/exhausting/bitter experiences, so best just to stop them altogether.

I finally finished the later unedited volume of Cecil Beaton's last batch of diaries, verdict: what a bitch! Does it say something about me that I know all too well the people he speaks of in passing, or makes fun of? People most American 30 year-old women would never know? I think my pal Shannon is the only person I know my age who the names Mitford, Manners, Sert, Wrightsman, Bruce and Pope-Hennesy actually means anything. Maybe it means I'm just a big old Queen trapped inside my little queen body? Or perhaps I just retain completely useless facts easily. If there were ever a quiz show just about Hollywood history alone, I'd win it probably.

Would you like to know my latest time wasters? Oh sure you do!

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