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Here is a simple recipe for making good coffee:

• Get good green beans, e.g. Jamaica Blue Mountain.
• Roast them yourself using a home coffee roaster.
• Wait about 24 hours.
• Use a good burr mill and grind at the appropriate grade.
• Brew the coffee immediately after grinding.
• If you want espresso use a good espresso machine, e.g. a Vibiemme Domobar.
• For coffee other than espresso use a French press.
• In any case use fresh water.

For more in depth information about making coffee I recommend Wikipedia’s entry on Coffee, Sweet Maria’s Coffee Roasting Library and The Coffee And Coffee Makers’ Guide (on fantes.com until 2014).

If you follow this to the core you will get delicious coffee, yet in no way is following even the best recipe a guarantee for good coffee. In fact, a complex thing such as coffee is likely to show you every side of life pretty much always.

Someone uttered: Stop making sense!
Being asked: What’s making sense?
I answered: We are.

And that’s where all the trouble and the fun started.

Today, I bought an eagerly awaited book. On my way back to the office, I was going by tram, and of course, I immediately started reading my new book. Shortly afterwards, a woman approached me and asked me: May I ask you something?

I smiled, knowing that once you have heard this question there is only 1 possible answer no matter what you are going to “answer”. You could say “No!” but then this is an answer to her question. You could say “Yes, but only this 1 question”. Yet, I guess, that’s likely to provoke another question.

Anyway, I kept smiling and said: Yes. She then asked: Are you vegetarian? I said: No. She: Uh, you eat everything?
I was already about to say “Yes” when it hit me: Sure enough, I do not eat everything. I mean, at last, I’d have a problem swallowing myself. So, I clearly stated: No.

She went on asking me some more but I was already so much confused that I helplessly hold up my book so that she can read the cover:

E. & H. Bulitta: Wörterbuch der Synonyme und Antonyme
(Dictionary of Synonyms and Antonyms; that is a dictionary listing similar words and words that mean the opposite)

She looked at the cover and asked: You are reading a lot? While I was silently thinking what it means to “read a lot of a dictionary” she concluded: You are an artist!?

I stayed silent and continued to read my book. But, now that I think of it, maybe, I should have said: No, I am not an artist, I am liar. :-)

By the way, after I got off the tram I looked up the opposite of “vegetarian” only to find (pun intended) that the word is not listed. So, maybe the woman knew better than me that the cover says nothing about the contents.

I was just listening to Dion‘s album “Bronx in Blue” when it occurred to me why Blues is called Blues: It’s because it is not Black and White.

Why then Blues is not Reds? Nonsense! But, why listen to a liar like me if you could as well listen to Dion? E.g. at NPR‘s World Cafe “Dion Rediscovers the Blues on ‘Bronx’“. Enjoy.

Heinz von Foerster shares with us a beautiful riddle about trust and truth. When I wrote about it my working title was “Trust not truth”. I was thinking this title forth and back because one of my inner voices kept yelling something like “You can’t say one shall not trust the truth if Heinz von Foerster clearly shows that truth is based on trust. I mean, what else could we do but trust the truth?
Trust not truth is nonsense. Put it in your Nonsense Box.”

I did see that “trust not truth” can be read in many ways, too. One being “trust — not truth”. Yet, I eventually changed the title to “The problem is not truth” as if this was any less nonsense. But, I could always say it’s a quote of a quote of a quote :-) That’s why.

So, the problem is trust — not truth.
And this is the truth.

What? You mean there is probably more to it? You mean trust not truth? — Oh, yes, you got me on this one ’cause I am a liar.

A friend of mine told me that she likes my blog’s short posts more than the longer ones.
I better keep this short.

There is a wonderful quote by Heinz von Foerster that I first learned about at a workshop in April 1991 in Vienna where he presented it in his opening talk:

The problem is not truth,
the problem is trust.

This is a very riddle. One can read it in many ways, and every time I look at it it’s likely to tell me another story. I am most thankful to Heinz von Foerster that he suggested 2 things for reading this riddle: Look up the words in an etymological dictionary, and … silence. He just looked into my eyes and smiled.

May I invite you to see for yourselves. Here is the quote with links to the Online Etymology Dictionary:

The problem is not truth,
the problem is trust.

In an opening address for a conference in 1990, see “ethics and second-order cybernetics“, Heinz von Foerster tells a story about the origin of the quote.

The band Yello has a great song called “Of course I’m lying” on their 1990 album “Flag”. Here are (at least) the lyrics:

Her name was Julie
When she took me on a ride in her old Chevrolet
Straight into a dusty sundown
I knew she was gonna make up one of her stories
And then she couldn’t believe that I told her
How much I love her lies and how much I love her games

Riding on the highway
You’re going much too far
You’re lying so much better
When you drive a car
You’re lying ’til the sundown
So look into my face
You’re lying (I love it)
…

I love your games
I love your lies
I love your games
Look in my eyes
Don’t believe I’m worried
When you’re playing all these games
I love your lies just hold me tight
I got no one to blame
You’re lying, I’m buying
I’m buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games

Take me to the ballroom
We’re dancing through the night
I’m in your arms, I love your lies
They make me feel so light
You’re lying to your shadow
So look into my face
You’re lying (I love it)
…

Take me in your arms and hold me tight just for tonight
I need no drugs I love your lies
You hide me from the night
You’re lying, I’m buying
I’m buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games

Julie stopped her car
The sun had gone and left one of these dark red skies
She looked in my eyes and with a smile in her face she said
“Of Course I’m Lying.
But I think I love you.”

Take me on the highway
You’re going much too far
You’re lying even better
When you drive a car
You’re lying ’til the sundown
So look into my face
You’re lying (I love it)
…