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Your secondhand smoke is killing…er, calming me.

By • Dec 5th, 2005 • Category: Mumblings

I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Iowa City that I’ve always loved. It has all of the characteristics of a good pre-smoking ban Minneapolis coffee shop that I now realize I’ve missed. I’m not sitting here smoking or anything, but the aroma (stink?) of a room where loads of coffee is being brewed and the vast majority of the patrons are burning a square automatically evokes a feeling of calm for me. It just occurred to me that since people are now forbidden to smoke most anywhere in Minneapolis that all of my regular coffee shops have seemed a little…um, off.

Racergirl should be done interviewing at the University hospital soon so I guess I should wrap it up. Next stop…the Minneapple.

is a post-hardcore rock'n'roller, graphic designer, amateur chef, typography nerd, coffee connoisseur, radio guy, motorcyclist, skateboard commuter, and a reluctant adult. He lives in Portland's Old Town area with the lovely Dr. Adrienne and Rocco the Dog.
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