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Today's word on journalism

Monday, November 5, 2007

On Objectivity:

"I still insist that 'objective journalism' is a contradiction in terms. But I want to draw a very hard line between the inevitable reality of 'subjective journalism' and the idea that any honestly subjective journalist might feel free to estimate a crowd at a rally for some candidates the journalist happens to like personally at 2,000 instead of 612 -- or to imply that a candidate the journalist views with gross contempt, personally, is a less effective campaigner than he actually is."

-- Hunter S. Thompson, from Fear & Loathing: CORRECTIONS, RETRACTIONS, APOLOGIES, COP-OUTS, ETC., a 1972 memo to Rolling Stone editor Jann S. Wenner, excerpted in the current (November 2007) issue of Harper’s Magazine (Thanks to alert WORDster Andy Merton)

Best vanilla latte is at Citrus and Sage

By Brittany Strickland

October 26, 2007 | Hungry and addicted, the average coffee consumer drinks because there is no ending to their cravings. They are obsessed, they are intrigued, and they are in love with the high that accompanies their addiction. Their utopia cannot be attained in popular ways such as soda or alcohol; it is a euphoric gap between their sanity and their insanity. They take it seriously.

I am not one of those people. I drink coffee not for the thrill of caffeine racing with every drop of espresso pulsating through my veins. I drink coffee not because I get headaches without it. I drink it because it is perfect, and that is because of the beauty of a crushed bean.

In my attempt to discover the most sensuous cup of coffee, I picked one of my favorite tastes to abuse with overconsumption: a skinny vanilla latte. I ordered one at the hell I call "my old place of employment," Barnes and Noble, serving Starbucks. Their deceit was dripping out of every pore in their coffee mugs, as it had always done, yet still I stood strong. The taste was not all horrible and the price was lenient considering I own a discount card, taking 10 percent off of my purchase. Accompanied with a warm cinnamon scone, the coffee was quite pleasant.

My next adventure brought me reluctantly to Starbucks. Now this is not Barnes and Noble. Working there, I was painfully cursed for having to explain this to every customer who came in with a plastic Starbucks card, etched with silly pink umbrellas and blue picnic tables on them. They were simply unaccepted. No, this was Starbucks. Better management, better pay, and certainly better coffee. Their vanilla latte had a smoky, hazy taste which was worth the heavy price. With a full-bodied texture, it took control over my taste buds and it consumed my mouth in its bitter taste. It's as if you licked a penny three times, and the taste was subtle but unavoidably there. Anyone who knows coffee knows that "bitter" is a good thing.

In Salt Lake there is a shop known as The Coffee Break. It is charming. It is welcoming, and late at night, around one or two in the morning, it is still open. The couches that line the walls are occupied by hard-core twenty-somethings taking the moment to share their opinions about the art bleeding from the plaster. Sadly, the coffee there is confused. It's organically raw but it doesn't know when to mix properly amongst the milk that was processed and tainted with little sugar packets. A candied taste filled with the aroma of chunky coffee beans is all that remains as an after-taste; however, the scenic view within the joint is worth the disappointing beverage.

My final stop was my last stop. I didn't have to look anymore. I had found the most beautiful vanilla latte as I sat becoming one with the leather that hugged my thighs and supported the curvatures of my back. Citrus and Sage Espresso and Gifts had impressed me. The tender touch coming from the most mellow drop of vanilla beans into slightly sugared water, dabbed every crease in my lips as it slid down my throat like honey. I couldn't see the book I was reading and I didn't want to. I had a cup of sable coffee swirling into a whirlpool with its fellow foam. It was warming and thick and I could not sink into my chair any further. There was no need. As I immaturely slid my finger around the inside of the mug, bringing every bit of froth from the cup to my lips, my eyes closed and the taste was gone.

I may not feel withdrawals if I lack the motivation to go buy a vanilla latte and I may not crave the burst of caffeine in order to keep me awake in the day, but I do have an addiction. It is unlike euphoria, and it is sitting on a black chair facing the window in a little house on 1st East, but I can say I am in love.

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If you go to Citrus and Sage Espresso and Gifts:

-- Events such as jazz presentations, poetry readings, and an art gallery are available.
-- Wi-Fi hot spot
-- A short vanilla latte costs: $3.25 + tax
-- Location: 130 N. 100 East, Logan, UT 84321
-- Phone: 435-752-7979

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