{"id":7816,"date":"2022-05-23T06:56:34","date_gmt":"2022-05-23T13:56:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=7816"},"modified":"2022-05-23T06:56:34","modified_gmt":"2022-05-23T13:56:34","slug":"coffee-shop-eavesdropping","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/coffee-shop-eavesdropping\/","title":{"rendered":"Coffee Shop Eavesdropping"},"content":{"rendered":"<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-7816\" data-postid=\"7816\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-7816 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n\n\n<p>I am sitting at a rickety table outside a coffee shop drinking coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A table away, a grad student from my nearby alma mater confers with her professor about her thesis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I eavesdrop and hear&#8230;\u201dmobility studies, ethnography, points of intersection, percolating up, paradigms&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Blah, blah, blah. Gobbledygook. Jargon. Dead language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The grad students parrots it back to the professor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am so glad I didn&#8217;t pursue the academic life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It is overcast. I smell coffee beans roasting. A homeless woman across the street smokes a cigarette and drinks three different cups of coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am thinking about a eulogy I have to write for a man who is about ready to die, a man who holds the title of the greatest storyteller I have encountered in Oregon Tavern Age country, a man with an exclusive Ernest Hemingway suicide story that I got down in print and should make available to Hemingway scholars, if there are any left in America.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I&#8217;ve never written a eulogy before. 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