Friday, October 06, 2006

...but would you at least like to know what I had for breakfast?

This fun blogger recently wrote a book called "No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for your Blog". I admit that I haven't actually read the book, but on two of my favourite blogs, this book has been mentioned and used as well. Maybe one day I'll get around to reading it, and my blog? WILL BECOME FABULOUS. Just you wait.

Anyhoo. I'm sitting at my desk, drinking a lovely Grande Starbucks Awake Tea Misto (with Vanilla). I try not to buy into the Starbucks mentality more than once a week (one might argue that by getting a drink from there at all, I've already bought into the mentality - but that argument is for another post) - and when I do go to Starbucks, I go with the intention of buying a big fancy drink, and then I end up with a small fancy drink, or a big non-fancy drink. By small fancy drink, I usually mean a tall Caramel Macchiato (Non-fat), or a tall Mocha (Non-fat, Easy Whip) ... and by big non-fancy drink - well, that's the Tea Misto (also known as a London Fog).

It's a lovely combination of Earl Grey tea, steamed milk and foam, and some vanilla syrup. The best part is that since the tea is made with near-boiling hot water, I never have to complain about how my drink is lukewarm. That is the most frequent complaint about the Starbucks near our office - they have a problem making drinks the right temperature. I'm not sure if their thermometers are different from EVERY OTHER STARBUCKS but somehow, "lukewarm" is just the best way to describe them.

I'm always reminded of the verse in Revelation where God says to a church that their deeds are neither cold nor hot, lukewarm in fact, so he will spit them out. I'm sure this verse can be interpreted in different ways, but to me one meaning has always been that God isn't looking for Christians who don't really care, who don't seek him, who don't realize their own shortcomings.


It always makes me think.

1 comment:

ArC said...

Earl Grey tastes gross! I'll never forgive Capt. Picard for misleading me into thinking it was delicious.