I’m working this morning in my favorite fortress-of-solitude cafe, but I’ve decided to try not tuning out quite so completely this morning.
A view of Caffe Espresso 1929, from the Cafe Geek flickr pool
Ever since I read Sean Savage’s piece, every time I settle onto a table, spread out my stuff, and fire up the iPod, I feel a little guilty: I’m giving in to the zombie effect, and worry that I’m making the place a little less friendly. So I’m leaving off the headphones this morning, and seeing if it makes any difference.
[To the tune of… nothing at all. Except the piano trio playing here, the hiss of the espresso machine, and the low hum from tables of police officers and German nannies.]