I was going to head out to do work someplace besides the single room that constitutes my office/bedroom/living room/kitchen, and then I heard that the (unfortunately re-named) Hopscotch Cafe (formerly Alt Coffee) has closed! Though I sort of missed the anarchist decor of the Alt Coffee days (couches with no springs, piles of broken computer monitors in the bathroom), I have appreciated the relative calm and reliable wifi of Hopscotch. Why are there no good coffeeshops in this stupid city? Unless you want to spend 20 bucks at a fake french bistro, there is nowhere to go in this godforsaken place, I swear. This is why Greg and I have decided that, if academia doesn’t work out, we are going to open your dream coffeeshop. It will be called Secret Amazing Cafe, but the regulars will just call it Secret Amazing. They will come for the good lighting, friendly staff, fresh baked scones and music selections that strike the perfect balance between interesting but not distracting or pretentious. They will say “Hi Craig” or “Hi Greg” when they come in, and they will know which of us is which. They will think, “I always knew there must be some secret amazing cafe I just hadn’t discovered yet, and I am so glad that I finally did.” Everyone will get work done, and they will all be happy. On the weekends, when their parents are in town visiting, they will come for the unlimited mimosa brunch, and take a needed and deserved respite from their work.
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Sugar Sweet Sunshine rocks my world, though I don’t know if I’d like it for work more than relaxation. It’s on Rivington.
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I tried last weekend to do some reading at the Brooklyn Museum, since it’s just down the block from my house, has air conditioning, and, in the American art section, has a little grouping of four comfortable chairs in the middle of a roomful of American art. I settled in with my book and my notebook but found that, actually, one can’t really just read anywhere there’s room. I felt myself very self-consciously on display.
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Too bad about Hacking; he’s absolutely one of my favorite philosophers. And I’m glad to hear of your enthusiasm for ANT: I find it revelatory and (maybe this a strange way of describing it), magnificently sane, even though I find that in some of the circles I run in it’s treated with some suspicion. I’d blog about it more frequently but unfortunately I find that more ‘academic’ posts require an investment in time and energy that I’ve not felt like making lately – hence the shorter, more gossipy or FIY bits – but hopefully that’ll change as my schedule lightens up a bit later this summer.
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Lately I find that I am able to get work done at the Graduate Center library, as aggressively institutional as it is. I do sometimes run into a problem though… when somebody starts to snore in one of the comfy chairs. What does one do in that situation? Make a loud-ish sound in the hopes that the person might wake up? Kick the person’s chair (my annoyance in this situation is almost always way out of proportion)? Gently tap the person’s shoulder or knee? Or maybe tape a note to their arm? What would the note say? A normal person would, I suppose, just move to another corner of the library. Or put on headphones. Argh, the injustice of it all. This would never happen at Secret Amazing.

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