Yet another friend from the bloggerverse has done the unthinkable: Brian is giving up coffee. (Well, specifically, he’s giving up Starbucks, but that’s his main/only source of coffee at the moment so it pretty much works out the same.)
I’ve done this before — at the urging of my boss, who is something of an amateur medical … adviser guy … who had gone on at length (repeatedly) about how drinking caffeine dehydrates you, and it’s much healthier for you to not drink caffeine, yadda yadda yadda.
In point of fact, it’s not the caffeine that does the dehydrating – it’s the fact that lots of people get their caffeine in the form of overly sugared iced teas, sodas, and beverages both hot and cold that may contain some sort of coffee product, but are not actually coffee, all of which will dehydrate you.
I gave up the stuff and endured massive headaches for a week and a half, and then promptly went to the Middle East on a business trip, where coffee and/or tea brewed to the consistency of coffee is served at every meeting, refusing would be an insult, and decaf is an alien concept. So much for decaffeinating.
However, it does bring to mind that I think we’re now missing the actual point of coffee. Coffee was never meant to be served in a paper or styrofoam cup and slurped down hurriedly on the way between point A and point B.
Indeed, the ritual of serving coffee to guests, as I’ve experienced more than a few times in the Middle East, is a way of both welcoming them and making sure that they’re not going to run off and leave after just dawdling for a minute or two. The serving of coffee is a way of saying, “Sit down and get comfortable, you’re going to be here for a while.”
At the court of Zanzibar, one of the most highly valued of the palace slaves was the coffee bearer. Princess Salme Seyyed recorded in her memoir:
Half an hour after the [meal] eunuchs handed round genuine Mocha in tiny cups resting on gold or silver saucers …The coffee is poured out immediately prior to consumption, which task requires such skill that only few servants are fitted for it.
The coffee-bearer carries the handsome pot, made of tin adorned with brass, in his left hand, while in his right he holds only a single small cup and saucer. Behind or next to him an assistant carries a tray with empty cups and a large reserve pot of coffee. If the company has dispersed, these men have to follow the various members, and insure their partaking of the delicious beverage.
How highly coffee is esteemed by the Orientals, everybody knows. The greatest care being bestowed upon its preparation, it is specially roasted, ground, and boiled whenever wanted, and therefore is always taken perfectly fresh. Roasted beans are never kept, nor boiled coffee, either, when in the least degree stale, being then thrown away or given to the lower servants….
In 1729, Johann Sebastian Bach wrote an entire Coffee Cantata. At that time, not only was coffee a pleasure of the flesh, it was downright evil:
Schlendrian: “You wicked child, you disobedient girl! When will I get my way? Give up coffee!”
Lieschen: “Father, don’t be so severe! If I can’t drink my bowl of coffee three times daily, then in my torment I will shrivel up like a piece of roast goat. [Aria] Mmm! How sweet the coffee tastes, more delicious than a thousand kisses, mellower than muscatel wine. Coffee, coffee I must have, and if someone wishes to give me a treat, ah, then pour me out some coffee!”
Schlendrian: “If you don’t give up drinking coffee then you shan’t go to any wedding feast, nor go out walking. Oh! When will I get my way? Give up coffee!”
Lieschen: “Oh, well! Just leave me my coffee!”
Schlendrian: “Now I’ve got the little minx! I won’t get you a whalebone skirt in the latest fashion.”
Lieschen: “I can easily live with that.”
Schlendrian: “You’re not to stand at the window and watch people pass by!”
Lieschen: “That as well, only I beg of you, leave me my coffee!”
How many people would do that for Starbucks, d’you think?
So, if you’re a slave to the bean like I am, take a moment the next time you have a cup in hand to savor it the way it was meant to be: for the sake of its own character and being. Not as something idly sipped while reading the funnies, the latest stupid forward from that annoying friend who can’t be bothered to send a personal message, or in the car on the way to work. There’s a long tradition behind you, and you wouldn’t want to break centuries of tradition, now would you?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, for some reason I hear a New Guinea dark roast calling my name …




It’s a sad day for the Egyptians — even those who may have opposed what blogger Abd al-Kareem Soliman may have said on his blog — because it’s another reminder that the Egyptian government is more concerned about maintaining a facade of righteousness and political participation even though it has no real intention of actually providing any sort of moral compass or vehicle for popular political participation. The organization Reporters without Border has already added Egypt to its list of “Enemies of the Internet,” meaning that the country heavily censors what content can be accessed by Internet users within its borders. Egypt was actually added to the list for jailing several bloggers who had been part of a pro-democracy movement that got quashed last summer before the … and I use the term only in the most rudimentary sense … ‘elections’ that most of the opposition parties declined to participate in. 
In the midst of downtown Cairo — in the same neighborhood where many of the government ministries are located, along with the parliament building — a story has emerged via the blogsphere that illustrates the problem that I think many people in the west just don’t grasp: namely, that most of the authoritarian regimes in the Middle East don’t give a whit about their own populations.

