Kraken coffee?

I saw this picture the other day on a Steampunk Facebook group page.  Now this seems to me to just be an advertisement for Kraken Rum, which I'd never heard of before, so I guess it's a good thing they're advertising themselves so well on social media.  (Sarcasm.)  Would you look at that!  I just gave Kraken Rum free advertising.  Oops, did it again.  Shit.

Well, I would still not be averse to trying this coffee some time... sounds delish!  I probably wouldn't buy Kraken Rum though.  I'd just use what I've got in the pantry.

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The Lonely Alchemist

The best Steampunk memes

 

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The Lonely Alchemist

Poetry Tuesday: "The Kraken" by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

I might kill for this...

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The Lonely Alchemist

A Quote for Thought

"Be yourself.  Everybody else is already taken"
-- Oscar Wilde

Holmes' Pipe

I was feeling a bit nostalgic today for the sumptuously described setting of Sherlock Holmes' apartments, in particular his well used, hand carved pipe.  I don't know what it is about pipes that is so romantic.  Smoking them certainly isn't.  While it gives a man (or a woman) an air of sophistication and vintage charm, it also makes them smell awful, and there's nothing romantic about that.  (Pipe smoke does smell better than cigarette and cigar smoke, but it's still not pleasant to a non-smoker's nostrils.)  But perhaps it is just that sophistication that makes them a thing of beauty.  I smoked a pipe for a very short time, and while smoking it was unpleasant, just having it in my hand or my mouth was relaxing.  I could close my eyes and find myself in Holmes' sitting room, lounging in his favorite armchair by the fire, listening as he played on his violin.  I was holding a piece of the imagined past between my lips.  I still have the pipe and I still pretend to smoke it, just for the calming effect, and when I need an accessory for a Steampunk outfit.

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The Lonely Alchemist