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This grinder is awesome. I have a perfectly good Baratza Virtuoso electric grinder on my kitchen cabinet, yet I find myself instinctively pouring coffee beans into my Comandante hand grinder each morning. It's the tactile sensation of grinding the coffee...
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Perhaps it's just a coincidence that the DoubleShot colors are basically the same as my alma mater. In fact I have an old high school football jersey in the exact same colors as this mug. The Galesburg Silver Streaks taught me the foundations...
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Ricardo Gurdian drives a Land Rover Defender 90 around his farm, Hacienda Miramonte. He told me they’ve been using Land Rovers on the farm since his father was young. I’ve driven only Land Rovers myself for the...
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Automatic drip coffee makers have always been an unfortunate compromise, sacrificing the quality of coffee for efficiency and time. We have seen many improvements in brewers over the past 14 years and every step along the way has brought better...
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Buy your favorite person a gift card to the DoubleShot. Cards are available in $25, $50, or $100 increments. Purchase here and we'll charge up your card and mail it to you. Only good for in-store sales, these will not...
I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of things, lived a lot of life. My stories are so numerous that I’ve forgotten most of them, only remembered in the 21 journals that line my bookshelf. Stories of the past 21 years of my adult life. (I read an issue of Outside Magazine and on the last page was a photo of one of Peter Beard’s journals, which they said were filled with clippings and photos, blood, hair and writings from his travels in Africa, and worth $10,000.) So I wrote every day. Or during travels. In the midst of momentous events. My life on paper. I could read it and remember. But mostly my thoughts are resurrected through... Continue Reading →
My life is riddled with incompleteness and unpreparedness. The amount and complexity of tasks I will attempt over the next few days and months is reality-shifting. (It’s like fingernails scratching on a chalkboard, both horrifying and alerting.) I am blissfully overwhelmed. But this day I found myself standing next to a French family with their distinctively-European shoes and dialects. I looked down over steel railing into a canyon with spires and arches and hoodoos, like a congress of red people waiting 140 million years for an Asian couple to snap a selfie from the safety of our perch. Each rock was carved with erosion, banded by layers of sediment, rounded by the ages, surely reminiscent of castles in ruins. Bryce... Continue Reading →
