Last night I got a chance to poke around the Decatur offices of Paste, the independent music-slash-entertainment-slash-culture magazine with the free sampler CDs stuck to its face. Those offices were less what I expected and more what I’d hoped for: rough and reclaimed concrete floors, exposed ceilings, lots of shelving lined with lush CD boxed sets and sample discs from hopeful bands, high-dynamic-range photos of folks like Michael McKean and Jane Lynch in the lobby. Stylish and functional, but meant to be seen. My experience with actual workspaces had me expecting something with shallow carpeting, cubicles, and a drop ceiling. I love being wrong.

Instead of cubicles, I saw wide wooden desks with schmancy chairs, set out facing each other, in a wide workspace, ripe for throwing around ideas and the wads of paper they’re written on. For sure, it felt more NewsRadio than The Office.

Taped to one shelf was a happy card, presumably culled from some happy package, that read something like, Here is Spain music. I hope you enjoy. Ultimately, that’s the thing that made me admire the joint: From the back issues to the CDs, the place seemed designed around the appreciation of people’s work. The picture of Thom Yorke on the wall says they’re proud of their work. The little card from Spain says the same thing. It’s about doing something worthy of other people’s joy.

Or maybe not. To be clear, I’m romanticizing somebody else’s job, as we do, and I know it. But the offices made it easy to do, and I hope it helps the folks at Paste romanticize their own jobs.

Ultimately, though, the big eye-opener for me wasn’t the Paste offices but a revelation I had at the Paste website: Paste’s digital edition. It’s the whole magazine, hyperlinked and free, online. The idea being, I guess, that the CD alone is worth the price of the mag so we get to have the rest for free. Or maybe it’s just the give-it-away-and-they’ll-pay-if-they-like-it Internet-marketing philosophy in action. Whatever. The magazine’s there for you if you want it.

If you’re like me, you buy it often at the newsstand and, knowing as you do how little newsstand sales actually help a magazine’s bottom line, you should just subscribe to the damn thing. So, actually, you know what? Hang on a second, I’m going to go subscribe right now… there. Done. I feel better.

I’m a migratory creature, a rootless caffeinéaste, a wandering beanophile. I go from coffee shop to coffee shop, sipping the wares and moving along again. I thought I’d found a place to settle down a few times, but every time I’ve been wrong. Before long, I’m off to another exotic island in the archipelago of java joints.

Without pretending that I’m a regular anywhere, that I have any true favorite coffee shop, I’ll pop in here every now and again to spotlight some coffee shops that I visit now and again, and to touch base with you, dear reader, to see what you like and where you’re getting face-time with joe. What are you drinking? And where?

Lately, I’ve been visiting a couple of San Fransisco Coffee joints here in town. The one on Highland, south of Ponce, is the one I usually hit. The new location, out in Candler Park, is staffed with happy baristas, but still has some new-building sealant-like smell that’s throwing me off. They both have talented bar staff and winning pastry cases, though, as you might expect if you’ve ever been in a San Francisco Coffee shop.

It used to be that San Francisco was my place for mochas. They make them with cinnamon over there—what some places call a Mexican mocha. They’re rich, almost too rich, and fantastic. But what’s got me schlepping back out to San Francisco lately is, of all things, the cranberry-oatmeal scone. Say what you will, but since I had one I’ve wanted ten more. I’ll just be minding my own business, sleeping in bed, when my mouth says, “Hey, wake up. Remember that oatmeal scone? Get us one of those for breakfast again.” And what can I do? I can’t talk back — it’s my mouth. I do what I’m told.

Sometime soon, I’m going to check out the new-ish Danneman’s Coffee, on the corner of Boulevard and Edgewood, where Javaology used to be. Been in there already? Do tell.

That weekend is here again: The Decatur Book Festival is upon us. Last year, my first year, I spent the whole thing hanging out around the tents and craftspeople on the square, where my wife was hawking wares, so I missed out on things like authors and readings and signings. This year we’re skipping the tent and I’m heading out to Decatur just for the authors.

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This weekend, I ran out with friends to celebrate my thirtieth birthday at a couple of places where I’d like to spend more time. For whatever reason, my regular rut doesn’t include these venues, but it should. Or, more to the point, it would if I was smart.

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A post on the FAIL blog yesterday got me to thinking about whatever happened to Fox 5’s grape lady. Turns out she lives on, even if it’s someone masquerading as her in comments:

The “grape lady” in this video is in fact me. While I do not appreciate the comments of those finding my pain “laughable”, I do, to a degree, enjoy this extra bit of infamy online. While as crude as most of you are, you are also allowing me to live on forever in this online world.

And yes it hurt - alot.

Here’s the carnage.

You know how you don’t really appreciate something until it’s gone? Let’s not let it get that far.

Wordsmith’s Books, just off the square in Decatur, is a rare and wonderful thing: a lively local bookstore. I’ll admit, I don’t take advantage of having a store like it around, because I don’t get to spend as much money on books as I’d like. But seeing that we might lose our only Wordsmith’s Books—the only Wordsmith’s Books—has me wanting to make the place a part of my regular existence. I’m going to start tonight, and so can you. Help us out.

(I would’ve mentioned this earlier, but I just found out about it third-hand through the grapevine of area robot-makers. Seriously.)

Tonight, the store is hosting a reading, a musical performance, and a silent auction in an effort to raise enough money to keep the place in business. What’s being auctioned? Robots. Robots, people! How can you not want to get in on that?! These are handmade, locally crafted robots, each one (to the best of my knowledge) unique. Plus, local darlings, the Sealions, will be playing their music when Jack Pendarvis isn’t reading from his new novel, Awesome. Don’t let this opportunity slip by. Read more about this weekend’s Wordsmith’s-saving events at the Wordsmith’s blog.

More to the point, don’t let Wordsmith’s Books slip away. The place has a reputation in the book business—a rep from one of the country’s major publishers mentioned it to me as a great local bookstore, and he’d never been to Atlanta. Wordsmith’s is alive with signing and reading events, local poetry, and special events. If we let it get away then we will just be one more city that doesn’t cherish its independent and local booksellers. Instead, let’s be a city with a noteworthy one-of-a-kind bookshop. Let’s save Wordsmith’s.

One of the greatest shortcomings, so I’m told out here in the suburbs, of Atlanta is that you have to drive everywhere to do anything. Too much of a sprawl. Not a great downtown.

It’s just as true about the truly ex-urb nature of the OTP crowd as well. Folks have to get in a car.

Now the beltline is a good step to start attracting folks in-town and our own james has turned me around about using Marta more regularly (which would rate as “at all” for things not involving the airport of seeing the Braves, Hawks, Falcons or Thrashers) but what people really get moving for is Tennis.

Follow with me.

ALTA is purportedly the world’s largest member tennis organization, the largest recreational community tennis league in the world, says WikiPedia, though a citation is needed.

In any case, folks will drive to play tennis. They will come to tennis facilities in the city to play their matches. My folks, who live in Newnan (charitably an Atlanta suburb), play at least one or two matches at Bitsy Grant each season.

So with all the budgetary problems in the City of Atlanta why not just ask ALTA (or tell them) to pay more to use these public facilities? Why have a dark day when you can charge an incremental fee for those folks who don’t actually live in the city but use the facilities?

I’m not the first person to suggest that suburbanites like myself who work in the city contribute in some way financially (I’m not sure taxation is the right nomenclature here, but it’ll do) to support the infrastructure that benefits their lifestyle. It would make sense that if the city can’t keep up the facilities on their current base then they should either scrap the courts (which is overreaching), close on some days (the current plan) or figure out an alternative source of revenue to keep them open.

The one defining characteristic of Atlantans - at least all the ones I knew in the suburbs as a child and the ones I work with now as an adult - they ALL eventually play tennis for at least a season or two.

I’m no economist or pundit but it seems to me that if there’s an issue that would really get folks who normally don’t think about City of Atlanta problems (other than to complain about crime or congestion), tennis is your ticket (racket?) to think about their impact and role within the city itself and not just as an interloper.

But what do I know? I’m trying to solve a shortfall through tennis. I need my head examined.

Climb on your own soapbox in the comments and rail against suburbanites like me, the Mayor’s office or tennis. We don’t mind; we encourage it.

Our very own former Atlanta MetBlogs author atl_tony aka Tony Simon was hand chosen along with two dozen fellow area drummers to form the Falcons newest fan experience effort: the drum line.

I went out and listened to these guys hammer away this afternoon at GA Tech, and, although I have an existing affinity for drum lines, I gotta say they knocked me around. It was only their second time practicing but it was solid.

You may never get a chance to stand beside them as they thunder and clash away on their instruments up close and personal if you attend a game, but if you ask nicely, you might have an opportunity to sneak up on them at a practice and feel the thumping. As an aside for the women reading: practice is performed with a primarily shirts-off squad. I’m just sayin’.

The new drum line is the brain child of Roddy White (Falcons marketing) and Chris Moore (director of bands at GA Tech) who got an initial round of funding from the NFL for this game day improvement idea. Eric Miller coordinated membership, music arrangement, and more; no small task since this years talent was by invitation only.

Tony tells me “other professional football teams have drum lines, but they’re unsanctioned grass roots efforts. The Falcons will have the first fully official NFL ensemble with on field performances, seats in the stands, etc.”

So I’m biased: I love a drum line, and I happen to think Tony is a pretty great guy, so I’m obviously hoping they’ll rock the face of Falcons fans. In reality, I’ve been to exactly one Falcons game (a work function) so I probably won’t get to see them in action again.

It’s okay though, I had my fraction of an August afternoon with them and they were incredible.

3 quick hits:

1. Kangaroo Attacked the Zoo Keeper

It’s over pretty quickly and the zoo keeper got away w/ only some bruising.

2. Kool Korners is indeed closing

So says the indispensable Disposable Income blog. I’ll admit that, despite working nearby, I never ate a cuban sandwich there. :-(

3. Kid Rock Takes His Waffle House Very Seriously

Video of last year’s Kid Rock versus Waffle House fight.

Happy Tuesday

If Metblogs is a city, hub.metblogs is the playground. We kept hearing from people that one of their favorite parts of Metblogs was meeting and interacting with readers and writers from other parts of the world, as well as getting requests for more ways that readers could be involved besides just posting comments. We thought about this for a while and decided that with a network like this, a giant community area where folks from all over the world could hang out, post photos and videos, talk with each other, form groups, play games, send messages, and do about a million other things was probably a pretty fun idea. The Hub is that.

If you have any tech ideas or suggestions join this group and speak up. See you on hub.metblogs!

It may be my favorite book: David Simon’s Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets. This is the seminal text that fathered NBC’s 1990’s opus, Homicide: Life on the Street, and grand-fathered HBO’s masterpiece, The Wire. One of the standout characters of the book became one of the standout characters on network TV. He was Andre Braugher’s Frank Pembleton, a central Homicide detective with a terrific, even classic look. He wore a fedora.

Not long after I first moved down here, I saw a homicide detective on the local evening news. It’s a city, people kill each other. What caught my attention was his hat. Then I forgot about it. Later, I saw another homicide detective with another, similar hat that also caught my eye. At least two of Atlanta’s murder police wear fedoras. That struck me as old-fashioned, respectable, and classy.

Jamie Gumbrecht’s article on police fedoras in the AJC reveals that it’s more than just a fashion choice by a couple of individual cops. “In the early 1990s,” Gumbrecht writes, “it became less fashion statement, more symbol. Solve a case, earn a hat.” As the article points out, it’s not a trend but a tradition, and Atlanta’s homicide unit is tapping into that tradition for symbolic power.

It’s a great little article about culture and style: Read “Respect the Hat: Fedoras more than fashion for Atlanta homicide detectives,” and check out the article’s gallery of the hat squad.

Today’s example (seen during my morning commute): Commercial Refrigeration Gasket Replacement Company Inspector Gasket versus DIC’s animated syndicated superhero Inspector Gadget.

Inspector Gasket:

Inspector Gadget:

Have an example of local appropriation of a licensed character, trademark or copyright? Suggest a story or leave a comment.

Sorry. I’m not all that good at gallows humor.

Anyhow, the local news is all about local news in the form of the AJC cutting staff and WXIA’s news director stepping down.

Me? I get all my information from the internets and the watercooler (an actual watercooler who bears a resemblance to Wall-E).

I rarely watch the TV version (save for the weather, how Atlantan of me) and I occassionally link/blog the paper version, though I prefer CL’s reportage and their blogs.

Dear Ma Bell,

I have two words for you, and they aren’t “happy birthday”. I have one word for you: sustainability.

This is a picture of my doorstep Monday night.

See those book thingies? They’re from you. It was really thoughtful of you to drop them off, but um…I didn’t ask for them. I don’t want them. I don’t need them. You wasted the “good surprise” on me. More over, I’m willing to wager the same sentiment is true for the hundreds of other people in my complex you assaulted with your paper wares.

Let’s do some quick math, shall we? Say my complex has 200 units. Yes, I’m being conservative, humor me. Say there are 43 such complexes within 5 miles of the city center (which there are, according to ApartmentGuide.com), and you leave two of these doorstops at each welcome mat. That’s 17,200 phone books, which makes you eligible for the reckless disregard for peoples wishes and the environment award of 2008.

Congratulations.

To write some big diatribe against the NY Sun’s Bloomberg’s piece on Atlanta transplants from New York would miss the point.

Are there things about Atlanta that pale in comparison to NYC? Absolutely.

Are they fundamentally different than some of the things my Midwestern parents complained about in 1988, the first full year we lived in Marietta. Not really.

Are you really surprised that there’s “culture shock” at work here? Certainly not.

My take: so long as we can agree on moving Atlanta forward toward some uniqe vision (ie NOT NYC-South) then I’m OK with any “progress” the displaced are willing to help affect.

Other than that, I really don’t care how they did it in New York.  (Sorry for paraphrasing a bumper sticker).

I’m all for more water near downtown, but I think we’re too late (and too far south) for TVA assistance and the drought might but a cramp in our style.

This one’s being debated everywhere, but I got the meme from Lori, per usual.