Starbucks, Dreams, and Momentary Escapes

The Starbucks down the street from my office is my occasional escape.   When the stress/disillusion/exhaustion meter hits red I head over for latte and a few moments of escape.  I admit it – I like Starbucks.  Lattes.   Espresso.   The rich smell of coffee.  Since I gave up smoking years ago, I discovered the smell of a coffee shop in the afternoon could actually intoxicate me.   So yes, I am so much of a coffee snob that my house garden gets bags of Starbucks grounds on occasion (and the basil and key lime tree both thrive on it).

I always pick up one of those free music cards for iTunes but rarely actually use it.  Today was different – I downloaded the latest pick.  Wow.  Dream, by Priscilla Ahn. Not only excellent, but a quick check on YouTube revealed someone who can not only write amazing songs but understands the power of the kazoo.

Thanks Starbucks and Ms. Ahn.  Enjoy. I need to attack someone with my Woot Monkey and get back to work.