Typewriters, Coffee, and Amateur Ornithology

tippa at verrado coffee

I took my little creamsicle-orange ’64 Alder Tippa 1 and a few sheets of mini-legal pad paper down to Verrado Coffee this morning to do a little spontaneous writing.  This coffee shop, while a bit generic and corporate from a Pacific Northwest viewpoint, is the closest thing I have to a hometown cafe here in Buckeye Arizona.  To their credit, Starbucks just opened a location across the street, complete with a drive-thru and more convenient entry and exit by car, and they responded with this:

verrado coffee kermitWhich makes them pretty cool in my book!

I ordered my coffee and a cookie and sat down outside to enjoy the view and write whatever came in to my head.

alder tippa yellow pad

The white wing dove is in fact indigenous to the Arizona desert, as is Stevie Nicks, who is from Phoenix.

peterson field guide white wing dove
Roger Tory Peterson’s entry for the White Wing Dove, from his Field Guide To Birds of North America

In another questionably relevant coincidence,  “Alder” translates to “eagle” in English, which is why their logo has an eagle in it.  I discovered this when I traced a vector version of the logo to use for the waterslide decal on my repainted Tippa.

adler logo inkscape

So that’s me: typewriter nerd, bird geek, coffee snob.  I love it when I find overlap in my eclectic interests – it makes me feel like more of a “Renaissance man” than “multifaceted geek.”

The most difficult photograph I’ve ever taken

brian and koa

My dog Koa and I spend practically every day together.  We play together, nap together, clean the house together, you name it.   I’ve taken about a zillion great pictures of him, and quite a few of myself, but trying to get us together in the same shot is like trying to get the Loch Ness Monster and Sasquatch in frame while being attacked by a swarm of bees.  What you see above is the BEST result I’ve gotten out of like 1,000 tries.  I look like a frantic escaped mental patient, and Koa looks like a Muppet in the middle of a transdimensional warp experiment.  I had to hold a little squeaky rubber duckie next to the camera to get him to look anywhere near it, and he kept backing away from every available light source, leaving me crouching on the floor in shadow trying to frantically squeak the duck and mash the shutter single-handedly without dropping the camera.  Perhaps I can enlist the services of a police sketch artist to do our family portrait, cobbled together from eyewitness accounts of the two of us hanging out together looking cute, which I assure you we do.  ALL.  THE.  TIME.  Really.