Log: Home

For most of my (relatively brief) adult life, I took a bit of pride in being the Colombian who did not drink coffee. The association between coffee and Colombia is almost as tight as that of spicy peppers and India or potato and Eastern Europe. And yet none of these quintessential crops are "native". The potato and the peppers are technically "ours", they are native to the Americas. Meanwhile, coffee is traced to the Arabic Peninsula and the Horn of Africa. I cannot deny, however, that the "tinto" (a watery black coffee) is as near and dear to Colombians as tomatoes are to Italians. Nor can I deny that my childhood memories of lazy Saturday mornings are steeped in the aroma and flavor of a very milky café con leche. Almost everyone in my immediate family grew up drinking coffee (even if in very low doses).

Still, beyond the nostalgia for the childhood café con leche accompanied by a cheesy arepa and huevos pericos, I did not understand the general public's devotion to coffee. That it was necessary to drink coffee to get through a day was really off-putting to me; I did not want to depend on a drink to live my life. And then, when I first encountered all the different contraptions for "fancy" coffee brewing as a student in Chile, I was dismissive out of ignorance.

Coffee continued to be like a distant cousin seen only at family gatherings until the day I moved to Sweden. From the Arabian peninsula to South America to Scandinavia—the coffee plant has journeyed far. However, sitting in a cozy café in Stockholm with a warm kanelbulle on a dark cold evening, the prospect of a brygkaffe didn't seem all that bad. I could then understand why the Finnish and the Swedish were the top coffee consumers in the world.

Having coffee in Sweden is how I discovered the very first reason why I did not "get" coffee. The coffee we drink in Colombia, and much of Latin America, is incredibly watered down. Not only is our coffee flavorless because of this, but it is also intolerable to drink any stronger because of how burnt the widely commercialized coffee grounds are. In Colombia, we have long been left with bottom barrel coffee, and families have done the best to make it last on a tight budget.

But, it has not always been that way. Arguably, the status quo of Colombian coffee is a relatively new state of affairs.

After discovering that drinking coffee could truly be pleasurable in Stockholm, I was much more open to reencountering coffee in my own hometown. In Bogotá, Marc and I hopped from café to bookstore to café to art gallery, and gradually we discovered what a pour-over was, what a V-60 was, what a Gesha was. At one of the coffee shops in the historic Candelaria neighborhood, the owner shared his own coffee journey with us as he brewed our cups. After growing up in one of the most troubled neighborhoods of Bogotá, he only got his very first taste of excellent Colombian coffee while abroad in South Korea. Shocked, he became convinced that all Colombians should be able to taste and enjoy what was being massively exported away as a luxury. After training as a barista, he brought café de especialidad to his neighborhood, first, before opening up a second shop in Candelaria.

So, what was Colombian coffee like before all the good beans were exported away? The answer lay much closer to me than I imagined. Wanting to share the delicious coffee with my family of avid coffee-drinkers, I invited them to a drip coffee demonstration at Xue Café. I was excited to see their reaction, but instead of the shock of novelty, it was the warm surprise of an unexpected reencounter that animated their conversation. They insisted: this was the way my great-grandfather brewed coffee. No, not with a ceramic V-60 nor with specialized water pourers and electronic scales. He fashioned his own type of "pour-overs", using cloth filters, a kettle over a fire, and the beans he had grown, picked, dried, and roasted himself. My family had not tasted a coffee like the one they were having in this specialty coffee shop since those days back on the farm.

It had only taken two or three generations for most Colombians to lose access to good quality coffee. Only now the tide is beginning to slowly turn, but good coffee remains unaffordable to many and often perceived as "fancy" and, ironically, as "foreign" and "strange".

Last year, Marc and I attempted to brew our own pour-over or drip coffee for the first time. When we left Colombia for Cyprus, we brought some coffee grounds with us, as a way of bringing along a little piece of home and its aromas. We began our experimentation with some grounds from a local Limassol roaster, wanting to save the coffee from Colombia for when we got the processes just right. We did not know then that coffee brewing would become a multi-month journey. Nor did we expect that we would end up hand-grinding our own beans.

There are plenty of issues with how the world drinks coffee, the environmental and socioeconomic impact of it all, especially when it is Nestle or another unscrupulous company that commercializes the coffee (and many "fancy" specialty shops and roasters are not at all exempt from this). But, I have also seen many small shops, roasters, and artisans fighting to make coffee fairer for everyone. It is not just about putting a nice story or name to a coffee bag. They display prominently how much coffee farmers are paid and lay bare what their profit margins are. Under these conditions that foster transparency and solidarity, when I walk into a coffee shop and see the names of the farms, the places, and the people who work hard to make coffee possible, it makes me feel a little closer to home.

- Andrea

I've meant to write (and I always mean to write) about our arrival to Bath—which has been truly revitalizing and has offered some harmonious continuity to our time in Devon and Selgars Mill.

However, I have been occupied in the pruning and clipping of previous Comma Directory entries that, over time, seem to have grown unwieldy, outgrowing the categories and sub-categories we have plotted them into. It has taken me some time, and it has got me thinking.

Curatorship is a topic that has long interested me, and it has become more and more pertinent in navigating the complexities we encounter—growing complexities—many would say, as the world grows more and more complex with AI, a changing climate, the threat of war. But I would say, instead, that complexity was already here all along. It could been found in the simplicity of a leaf that photosynthesizes or the star that twinkles in the night sky.

Hence, there is a "primal" need to curate, or categorize, or simplify. These actions are not strictly synonymous, but tightly bound to each other. I think, at least.

The issue with trying to place an infinitely complex experience of existence into neat categories has long been discussed within science, philosophy, technology, art. Our representations of the world are limited, and that is precisely why they are meaningful. By placing limits, which is to say prioritizing some facets of existence over others, we voice a point of view. This is why diversity of representations is so important—but it doesn't mean that limits themselves are "bad." Without limits, without the brain's ability to curate the complexity of each passing moment, decision-making, survival, meaningful and directed action would all perhaps be impossible. It is known, after all, that the "infinite" choice of streaming platforms, food delivery, and dating apps can often be debilitating and paralyzing. As can be the "infinite" flow of news and social media posts.

And these choice-laden systems do not even begin to approach the true complexity of how our planetary systems operate, not to say the universe.

All of this to say, I have been toying around with The Comma Directory's Concepts, Media, and Travel pages. I have been questioning whether having a "Design" category is too broad, and what the difference between design and other creative practices is. And, should sub-categories be included into multiple categories or restricted to a single one? It might not help that lately Marc has been reading the book, What Design Can’t Do: Essays on Design and Disillusion.

Ultimately, what are these categories for? Which in the end is the same as asking: what is The Comma Directory for? Developing a system for categorizing main ideas and themes is at the heart of our founding concept. It is a work in progress, and in a sense, it always will be. The categories will always overlap in some ways that are perhaps uncomfortable, and maybe there will also be some gaps that are hard to fill. Imprecisions.

I can imagine that many may consider that AI is particularly well-suited for this task, with its powered up pattern-recognition. Feed it the texts and have it spit out a systematization that, with the right prompting, could be "better" than anything that we can produce manually. Less time consuming, too. Why not? Maybe, while it is at it, it can also generate the entries and the images.

If making "sense" of the everyday complexities that bombard us is one of the most important functions of our brains, if our ability to make purposeful decisions has to do with our brain's ability to curate, to pick and choose, to categorize and, therefore, judge—then the work we do manually at The Comma Directory is profoundly rooted in what it means to think. In our vibes-bent era peopled with all sorts of energies and traumas, "feeling" feels much more fashionable than "thinking." And while I find modern, postmodern, and contemporary critiques of rationality to be very important, I echo Camus in saying that, while I acknowledge the many limitations of "reasoning", I do not deny "reasoning" in it of itself. And I do not want to automate away the very mental processes that constitute reasoning, and which I perceive to be very closely linked to my own agency and liberty. Not to say that intuition and feeling do not play an essential role, a role that is perhaps more closely tied to reasoning than traditional dualist conceptions of thought allow.

Ultimately, when I sit down to edit, reorganize, redefine, and recategorize, it is almost like I can feel changes starting to blossom from within, in real time, as I focus and tinker with our little website. I feel new questions begin to emerge, ideas begin to form, old ideas begin to transform. Maybe that is also why this entry is growing so much more longer than I anticipated.

There is a pleasure too that comes with all this thinking, of feeling yourself being transformed by interacting with a challenge and all the difficult questions it brings with, even when you do not fully succeed (which is often the case). The pleasure I derive from the curation and restructuring of The Comma Directory is also akin to the pleasure of moving to a new home, finding the nooks and crannies in which different little aspects of life can fit into. Here, the washing, there, the books. It is as much the art of adjusting the space to our lives as our lives to the space. Which is why it has been very fitting to work on The Comma Directory's categorization system at the same time as we have been settling into Bath and creating our short-term home here.

So, what's changed on here? New sub-categories have appeared, emerging from nearly a year's worth of writing and living, which is exactly what we hoped for from the start. I have also re-arranged some major categories within Concepts. For example, "Writing" has become "Creation", to cover a broader range of creative acts that we engage with. Thanks to Marc, each entry has its own page now, and can be accessed via the little square next to the location. Within media, there is some restructuring ongoing related to each "media" type. While we started with just "Books" and "Film", now we have "Articles & Essays", "Lectures", and "Websites". I am working on new ways of displaying a growing list of favorites, and hopefully implement a Reading Journal and a Film Journal. The new "Reviews" sections will include scattered thoughts on the different media types, rather than reviews in the strict sense of the word. I feel joyful about what The Comma Directory has grown into so far, and what it can grow to be with some continued care and attention.

- Andrea

After spending my first few days at Selgars Mill, I have begun to notice a new small pleasure that brightens my days. Whenever I finish cooking and begin to serve a plate, thoughts pop into my head about adding a garnish here, perhaps, or layering some mushrooms there. I have gotten into the habit of spending a few minutes playing with the colors and textures of the food on the plate before sitting down to eat it.

As much as I have enjoyed cooking for many years now, beautiful plating has never felt as natural and pleasurable as it does now. In fact, I am relishing being able to cook for myself again after weeks of communal cooking. At the same time, however, working alongside some pretty amazing chefs at Feÿ has altered my relationship with cooking in a way that is reflected in my newfound instinct to plate with care.

I have started to catalogue my imperfectly pretty plates, and I think back fondly to chefs Elena and Giuseppe, and a few other talented cooks I met at the château.

- Andrea

It has been a while since I last read and wrote. Work has been overwhelming, and the time I had to spare went into exploring the fundamentals of Linux.

But today, I finally managed to read a bit again. When I was younger I used to hate Swedish literature, perhaps because of traumatic recall to school. However, reading in a language other than English–especially in a Swedish from a time when the world carried less universal cultural references–is interesting. And thus, I have discovered a newfound love for Swedish literature.

I have begun to read Willy Kyrklund's Solange. It kicks off with a poem and an intro I want to share:

Where does all song go, that becomes suffocated and trapped?
Where does all hope go, that reaches nothing?
Could be that it abounds in the earth and water.
Could be that it whistles in the wind all around.
– Karin Boye

Or in Swedish:

Vart går all sång, som blir kvävd och innestängd?
Vart går all längtan, som når ingenting?
Kanhända den i mullen och vattnet ligger mängd.
Kanhända den viner i vinden omkring.
– Karin Boye

Followed by this intro:

This story shall tell the tale of Solange and Hugo. It carries, thus, not both names–Solange and Hugo. It carries only the name of the loved one: Solange.

- Marc

After a week of sunny blue skies, the rain has returned and so have the clouds. As it should be, it is only early March after all.

But we had so much fun in the sun, and that is how I believe Marc and I will remember Château de Feÿ. The view over the valley, the white stone (blinding in the daylight), the soft grass, the smoke of the barbecue, the forest. Or will it be the perpetual fog of late January and the muddiness of the earth that remain?

There is a near perpetual extravagance to what goes on at Feÿ, at least at first glance. Themed parties, cyber-workshops, spontaneous art installations, ghosts and AI-oracles. And yet, the magic of the château has revealed itself to me, over time, in its quietest corners and most mundane minutes. Like sharing a cooking shift, a cup of coffee, a ride into town, a wagon on the train from Joigny. It is on that train that I have ultimately felt at home at Feÿ, leaving and returning in the company of others that have shared the experience of the château. It makes me look forward to a return, someday.

- Andrea

There are now more birds in Paramytha than when we first arrived. They sing from a scenery that is now greener due to the rains that have arrived with them and with the end of summer. The days are still warm, but the nights are fresh—now populated by new scents, awakened by the humidity that has set in.

When it rains, it pours, and that’s exactly what has happened in Limassol. During a recent, sudden thunderstorm, a tornado was spotted near the city. All the while, the air has been heavy with dust and particles swept up from the Sahara. Coughing, cold, soaked, it has been hard to not feel like Cyprus is testing me. Every time I try to crawl out of sickness, weariness, stress, there is a new challenge to face.

But this post is not really about that. Not directly. It is about the day after the storm, when I headed out to the local taverna for a Halloumi wrap. Milos Taverna was a bit emptier than usual, the lights dimmer. The two men who seem to run the place were hard at work in back room. Something seemed off.

It turned out that the thunderstorm and wind had produced leaks, flooding parts of the taverna and shutting them down for the day. But even so, they insisted on making me something. There was a bit of dry charcoal leftover, after all!

That small act of kindness, despite the big headache they were dealing with, really touched me. I felt guilty too, after all, running a business is tough. I didn’t want to put them through more trouble, and I wondered how I could tip them as a thank you. But when it came time to pay, the owner handed me the pita and told me it was on the house.

It seems like these past few days after the rain, I notice glints and glimmers of this sort of kindness all around. A kind word from an old professor, genuine curiosity about my work from a stranger, a joke from the barista at the usual café.

In spite of winds, dust storms, viruses, and the weight of a day like today, glimmers of kindness persist and remind me of the things that are worth nurturing and protecting.

- Andrea

Beans

Tesfaye Coffee from Ethiopia. Vendor lists notes of strong fruits and jasmine.

Equipment

- Coffee: Ethiopia Tesfaye, 20 grams, medium ground.  
- Water: 320g tap water
- Equipment: kettle, pour-over brewer, filters, scale

Method

1. Rinse the filter, pour out the excess water
2. Pour 20g grounded coffee, shake gently to level.
3. Pour first 50g of water in a circular motion, wait 30 secs.
4. Pour second 150g in a circular motion, wait 10-20 secs.
5. Shake gently to level.
6. Pour last 120g, totaling 320g
7. Shake gently to level.
8. Wait for pour over to complete

Observations

- The filter flops over and is unstable, potentially hindering the water flow.
- Water was just beginning to boil before use.

Results

- Lack of aromatic profile, no smell. 
- Andrea observed bitter tones.
- Marc observed overall delicate flavor with floral notes, not too strong.

Conclusions

The goal is to brew for coffee with less bitterness and more aroma. Variables we can tweak are:

- Temperature of the water. 
- The tap water.
- The spiral pouring technique. 
- The filter used. 
- Altering ratio of water to coffee ground.
- The amount of pulses and the pauses between the pulses. 

We also recognize that some of the limits are due to the equipment.

- Marc & Andrea

Bogo is my Thinkpad T480s that has served as my primary laptop since 2019.

System Description:

• Kernel: 6.6.50_1
• OS: Void Linux
• Desktop: CWM
• Fonts: Iosevka Aile, Courier 10 Pitch
• Term: Urxvt
• Editor: Kakoune
• Shell: ksh
• Connection Manager: iwd
• Audio Manager: pulseaudio
• Battery: ID-1: BAT0 charge: 41.9 Wh (91.7%) condition: 45.7/57.0 Wh (80.2%)
• CPU: Intel Core i7-8650U
• CPU Speed (MHz): avg: 593 min/max: 400/4200 cores: 1: 400 2: 780 3: 400 4: 400 5: 800 6: 764 7: 400 8: 800
• Graphics: Intel UHD Graphics 620

Bogo was serviced with a X1Y3 glass trackpad, new RAM and SSD after RAM reported faulty in 2024.

- Marc

Today is our first full day back in Bogotá and this is my first log entry for Comma Directory. Today, I want to reflect a bit on how I got here, both literally and metaphorically.

We had a rough trip back from Sasaima, Cundinamarca. Two buses with aggressive drivers, getting dropped off in an unfamiliar part of the city, and then a taxi driver who fell asleep at the stop light (wishing him safety and rest). These are the realities of traveling and living in Colombia, and even more so for most Colombians living day to day, struggling to survive.

For years, my family undertook this pilgrimage from Bogotá to Sasaima, and under much rougher conditions than we did. And despite of it all, visiting my great-grandparents’ farm was one of the familiy's happiest moments of the year, for as long as it lasted.

I had never been to Sasaima before, by the time I was born the voyages had ceased, my great-grandfather had already passed away.

Being able to finally go to a place that meant so much to everyone and that I have heard about since childhood was very special. Eating almojabanas at the town square, going to the plaza (market) for lunch, hiking through the surrounding mountains, eating fresh mandarinas on the trail, and meeting kind people who love their town and are proud of the land—it was a wonderful parenthesis, a welcomed contrast from the grittiness of Bogotá.

But even with all its pollution, the crime, the poverty, and the painful memories embedded into these mountains, coming back to Bogotá is coming back home. This month, I’ll leave Bogotá again and I am not sure exactly when I’ll be back—like so many of the other times I've departed, but it never stops being painful. I am excited about what is to come, it is beyond my wildest dreams, life that is. It has been that way during the past ten years. Full of new beginnings, new opportunities, but those beginnings always come paired with goodbyes and (hopefully) see you laters. A "see you later" is always an act of faith, and I am by nature faithless.

I see logging as more than a recollection of important events or thoughts, but as a way to digest and accept that duality, so integral to life. Whether one travels or not, we are all constantly starting and ending. Moments, books, trips, meals, tasks, conversations.

Before Comma Directory I have been logging in journals, the analog way. However, I rarely keep my journals around and I almost never have wanted to re-read my entries. Too self-conscious of my own writing, unfettered and unedited. However, recently I have made the effort to keep and complete the same journal, and also keep two additional analog logs on books and films. These logs are from the Rey Naranjo Editorial House, which is part of Bogotá’s very vibrant artistic scene. Their design is quite nice, they are compact and portable, and there’s a bit of humor and character infused into them. I’ve also managed to keep an agenda for the first time, which I bought at the beginning of the year in Oaxaca, that has also served as a nice writing space. More on writing next time.

- Andrea