James' Coffee Blog
James' Coffee Blog
James
Hello! Привіт! I'm James (/d͡ʒeɪmz/) (also capjamesg). My pronouns are he/him/his. I live in Scotland. This is my blog.
Latest Posts
Space⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Space (making)⁂ ⁂ ⁂Space-making.A few weeks ago I wrote about the roles of space in creative contexts, from art galleries to music to language to conversation. Space is a building block for rhythm., I wrote. This morning, I...
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Earlier this week I was thinking about inspiration – what inspires me to write? Nature, friends, what I see in the world as I walk around – all these are the basis of many of my blog posts. Museums, too, inspire me, both to think and to...
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Raindrops cascade from the skies in straight lines, watering the ground left dry after July. Since the rain started falling again, the plant outside has been growing well. Will it blossom again this year? Can plants blossom twice in one...
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What if the musical memories of songs last played months ago were not held in the muscles, but in the heart – the passion coming through with every E that follows C? The occasional B, played at just the right moment, adds depth. I love...
The thirteenth episode of Wonders of Web Weaving is out:In Episode 13, I chat with Sophia, the author of Fractal Kitty about, among other things, making interactive web pages about mathematics, the intersection of art, words, and math,...
The shortest words —the most weight:I, a, (e)m.
The voice of the romantic midnight harkens; its calm tones echo through the day with the help of words. Is midnight romantic?I have been thinking about moments between: the transitions from one state to another. Yesterday, as I left the...
I close my eyes and see the Great Hall. This is where they host the Met Gala! I can’t help but think about that when I stand and watch as tourists congregate, ask for information, and walk around to get to the exhibits they want to see....
The sun shines through the silvery sky. I look up and around to see where blue might peek through the blanket that covers the sky. There is one space where I can see shades of blue through the silver. I think about how the sky invites me...
My words flow from the blank, full, blue sky that rests above – a sky in which the more I look, the more texture I see; there are ripples and layers and colours; the periphery of individual clouds emerge. The more I look, the more I see....
With the window open and the breeze flowing through, I hear the calls and songs of birds. A calling pigeon in particular stands out. I love the calls of pigeons in the evening. The sound reminds me of childhood, looking out the window,...
I hear the birds singing as I sit by the window and look out on the horizon. I like looking at all the colours of the sky in the moments after sunset, when ambers recede and the sky becomes ever more blue before night time. I hear the...