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This is the only coffee I drank yesterday!

Today my eyes are aching - but no shakes or headaches. So to celebrate, I'm going to have a coffee! Decaf...soy...

I used to scoff at decaf-soy-drinkers. "One pretend coffee coming up..." I would call these 'psuedo lattes'. Now I'm finding myself ordering them more and more. Decaf because I'm determined to 'come clean' and soy because it is easier on the old stomach. (Milk gives me a preggy-belly and pains to rival labour...ok, maybe not that bad...)

The one problem with soy is that each cafe is different. Not only each cafe, but each barista. For anyone that has played with milk before would know that soy can be a pest - but done properly, it is glorious stuff. Firstly, it heats far too quickly. It will simmer for awhile and suddenly boil. Burnt soy tastes yucky.

Secondly it is quite a feat to froth - but if you can, it produces the glassiest glossiest finish...so shiny and smooth you could almost see your reflection on it.

The bottom line is I often don't see it worth the risk. So I put up with birth instead.

But enough about coffee (starting to crave.....!!!!)

Here is a thought on writing lyrics - Ron describes John Butler's ability to make up words as more creative than writing actual words.

It's one thing writing beatiful lyrics and verses, but it's a whole different story creating a whole language for the sole purpose to sound funky.

I find I actually agree here. I was talking to a friend last night about why I never *really* got into music (in terms of playing/singing). I used the metaphor of language - Art is my first language. Music inspires me in such a way that French or Itallian may have on an English speaker. I may try to muck around with expressing myself in another lanugage - but I can never really communicate myself the way I can in my native tongue.

Lyrics are the same. Why use words to express what words can never really explain? Make up your own - then there is no room for misinterpretation at all. So with that I will leave you with these profound words...

Bler fooper blingar wulla. Myet haf phlup.

xxx